You pushed and you pushed and now here we are. Your punishment has not been concluded. Until such time as it is, you will refer to me as Sir, Master,...if you like, but Sir will do for now. Do you understand”? She started to nod her head and he let go of her hair. He had no sooner let go, in fact he had not even fully untangled his fingers from her long silky red hair before she started to sputter. “Bbuu”. He flipped her over and delivered 5 heavy handed swats to her backside. “There are rules. But my balls were tied so tightly that the clothespins couldn't get a hold of them wich frustrated Vanessa.)Get the other clothes pegs off, you know, they don't hurt me because I'm used to harder ones. I use crocodile clips, curtain hangers, table weights or nailed clothespins for this, Madam.You could have brought it with you isn'it, see that I can use them next time! Now, for me, those clothes pegs are fine, only if I put four on my breasts, the pain is such that I can no longer continue .... I must admit she was a pretty thing. Even at eighteen she still showed signs of immaturity. I had been right about the bikini top hiding very little as her boobs were like saucers although her nipples stood out stiffly. I couldn’t believe that she was yet to grow hair so it must be that her pussy was shaved. She was beyond caring about hiding her secret places and her pussy lips shone with moisture. Finally, I had a look at her face. She had been crying, that much was obvious, and her makeup. In that manner, he covered almost every aspect of the house and outbuildings before we returned to Scottsdale Sunday night.Bill didn't join us to play, but my sister was of a different mind, and late Saturday morning, she dropped a wet suit in his lap. The wet suit she was wearing molded her svelte body into a work of art that lengthened my dick, and Bill would've had to be dead and cold in a stone crypt to be unaffected by the beautiful woman standing in front of him with her legs slightly.