It was becoming weirdly fascinating. Count and swisshhTHWATT! Count, "thirty-three!" and swisshhTHWATT! Start counting again. As the warden's call ros... to forty strokes, Tracy was still gasping and twisting against her straps, still sweating all over (even on her bottom, the bizarre realization suddenly entered her mind), but she had made it to forty, she had her mind back, and there were only ten more to go.The sergeant saw that Tracy's reaction to her caning had changed, noticing a difference. I could hear from her moans and the limited motions of her body that another big one was on the way. However, I knew that this time I'd have to work more to get it out of her.As I rammed my fingers inside of her pussy, I leaned in to use my expert tongue work on her clit. What I lacked in my skills with penetration, I more than made up with what I could do with a wanting pussy and my tongue. Or at least, that's what I liked to think and Amanda seemed to confirm my assumption. I also made a. I dangled a line in the water and let the rip tide take it out further. Boy was I ever hungry. My stomach was growling and I didn't have a lunch to take with me, naturaly. It was noon now and some of the men that worked on the dock were sitting around eating thier lunch. An older man, I guess in his 40s wandered down to see what I was doing. He asked, "Hows the fishing?' I stated, "Not so good." He asked if I wanted half his sandwich. Wow, I jumped at it as he handed it to me. "No school. Take the upper hand, and keep it. Adam and Rudi are so alike. Give them an inch and they will take a mile. Carrot and stick we called it. Stick was about right, but the carrot was something much sweeter.”Miranda smiled as she recalled how naive she had been back then. “I'm not sure I follow you Jackie,” she had said.“It's quite simple, my dear. You've got everything right here for the carrot,” Jackie touched Miranda's lips with a finger, then dropped her hand to Miranda's upper thigh, “and.