“You look… you haven’t worn that dress since you tried it on in the shop, have you?” That same dress I imagined her naked under the first time...I saw her in it.“No,” she looked down to her feet. I could almost imagine her playing with her fingernails and twisting a toe into the ground. “Shall I change?”I got up and took her hands in one of mine and lifted her chin, “Laura, the first time I saw you in it, highlighted how beautiful and sexy you were, my opinion hasn’t changed. If you want to. ‘I think I can too.’ Her smile brightened and she wrapped her arms around my left arm, her head lying on my shoulder. I reached down into my bag with my other hand and pulled out a thin blanket and covered both of us. We both sat together and watched the rest of the movie. I must’ve fallen asleep again at some point because I woke up and everything was dark, and I couldn’t feel her by my side anymore. I sat up and looked around, worried, and looking for some sort of proof that it wasn’t in my. For her the caning was the foreplay to sex, an orgasm growing inside her but not released as she would spend the night masturbating again and again as she played the punishment over in her mind. The harder the caning the better, and the more strokes the more times she will masturbate. For Makalea it was different. She had no responsibilities to be released from. The pain generated her sexual feelings in a much more direct way. Each stroke was like the thrust of a penis inside her, and each. . uuuhhh ... uuuhhh ... eeehhh ... aaahhh ... uuuhhh ... uuuhhh..." The chanting continued though muffled from the thick glass wall panel separating Diana from the heated outside pool. She had worked hard to regain her shape again and was proud of the results. After delivery of her fourth child she had settled into a regime and the natural energy expenditure needed to care for a baby and three toddlers. Again, there were was barely even a hint of stretch marks, as her belly snapped back to its.