I mean, I um," she shuddered and moaned. Slap! "Ohhhhhhh..." "I bet you like getting this when you don't even have to be bad..." Slap! Slap! "Mmmmmm..... Goddddd... I... God, Sir... this is too good..." Slap! "Mmmmm... Feel me, Sir. Feel how wet this makes me..." I slipped my fingers between her parted thighs and ran them over her pussy. "Jesus," I murmured, feeling her lips part and the scalding wet heat within. "Mmmm... yes..." Slap! "How much more?" Slap! "N... Not much, Sir... I... Ohhh, god.. What had gone wrong?„You have stated no offence, Miss Juliette,“ said Madame Grosse, „ simply a matter of discipline.“„That is correct, Madame,“ said Miss Juliette. „Diana is improving daylie but, in my view the time has come when a final caning will bring her competely into line. May I suggested twelve strokes?“„NO...OH...NO...HAVE MERCY...OOOH...I´VE TRIED SO HARD...“ wailed diana.„Silence, girl!“ rasped Miss Juliette, smashing a palm across the girl´s contorted face.„If you consider it will. That prostitution thing. “I guess I just…want to learn. I lost my job last week. Time for something new. You know?” She shrugs. “And…you?” Petra stays silent a moment. For the first time I sense unease in her, now that I’ve thrown her question back at her. Then she folds her arms in front of her chest and fixes me with her gaze again. “Just some regular training for my work,” she says, and looks away to the left. “Regular training? You mean…you’ve been before? Are you…” She cuts me off:. The thought of him pleasuring himself while ogling my naked body was beyond arousing. He would describe to me such things as lubricating my feet, and using their slippery contours to bring himself to a climax, describing it in near poetry, I loved it. What is wrong with me? Why am I like this? Is this normal? Will he ever forgive me ? Panic runs deep and I remember these questions and feelings like they were yesterday. I think that in the end, this is why I chose to do what I did. It was.