She flexed it in both hands before laughing. She then took it in her small right hand and swished it several times before placing it next to her other...implements in her desk.“Oh, come on, Lindsay. Don’t act so shocked. You’re no stranger to having your bottom smacked. I mean, I’ve done it at least five times in the last five and a bit years.” The House Mistress laughed.“Been caned before, Miss Bronson-Mitchell?” Amy walked across to her sofa.The Year Twelve girl nodded nervously.“Who by?” Miss. Her hand went down and confirmed the impression, tracing around his cock with her fingers. She continued to explore his cock as he pulled her bra up over her breasts. He felt the turgor of a nipple, the little bumps on the areola and the soft roundness of her breast. She let go of his cock for a moment and with a deft movement unclipped her bra. Breaking from him she pulled it out from under her tank top, quickly rolled it up and put it in his pocket. Together again he held her. She is in her early thirties and stands around five feet four inches tall. She is always immaculately dressed always corseted and she demands exceedingly high standards of her staff. She has very disciplined horses, very disciplined dogs, very disciplined staff, and if the rumours are true a very disciplined husband. She does not share a bedroom with her husband but every Friday he visits her room. The rumours say that cries of pain and the whooshing of the cane can be heard every Friday.. “Uh. Hey bro. What’s going on?” I asked as I stood up and sat in the armchair next to him. Someone needed to sit in the damn thing, so why not me?“Not much my man. Been sitting here contemplating what to reward you with now that you’re chilling up here in heaven,” the fat guy responded. I think he was Asian.“Right on brothe- wait, what the fuck? Did you just say heaven?”“Yeah man. Bad luck about the parachute. Sky diving is usually pretty fun and really gets the blood flowing. Probably a lot.