Then pulled out rapidly hurting her even more, looking over she could see the other panther pulling out of Iliafray it looked like it has been driving...into her cunt rather than her asshole. As the panther pulled out she slumped to the floor feeling more hurt and humiliated than she ever had in her life. She saw the panthers leave the room through an opened door and curled up in a foetal position and started to cry , it felt like her life had become nothing more than an escalating series of. “Is that you?”“I-it’s not what it looks like,” I said without thinking.“Is that so?”“I mean….” Then my voice trailed off, since I didn’t know how to finish my sentence. At least not without making things worse.“You think I’m new at this?”“Well no….”“You’re a fucking amateur.”I wasn’t sure where he was going with this. “Wait—”“A lot of us have gotten off in here more times than you can count,” he said. “If you want to join our little club, you’ll have to learn how it’s done.”I wasn’t sure how to. His face turned white as a wave of nausea swept over him. "That's better," she said, "you'll get used to it after a few more times and it will probably take at least that until you begin to learn some self-control. Now, let's get on with the second part of your treatment. I want you to bend over and grab hold of your ankles." By now totally submissive, he did as he was told. She stepped over to her closet, took out a three foot bamboo cane and positioned herself behind him. "A good caning. He pulled a chair over in front of me and about six feet away and sat down. I looked at him, not comprehending what he wanted. He told me to use my fingers and get myself off. He wanted me to masturbate in front of him and to do it to orgasm. But I was so stimulated and I don’t know what it is but I wanted to do it for him if he wanted me to do it. And it didn’t take long, either. My hips were bouncing on the sofa and I was moaning and crying with release.“When I opened my eyes, he wasn’t there.