I moved my hand to her big boobs and kept it there for sometime. She was asleep. I felt that she was wearing a loose shirt today and I could feel her ...oobs easily. I pressed these beautiful things and then moved my hand to lift her shirt. It could be done easily and my hands were on her big bloody boobs. I felt like kissing these globes but I had to wait. Suddenly she moved and adjusted herself so my hand could be easily moving on both the boobs. I was enjoying and happy. I moved my hand down. ” “Gee….thanks! Thanks again! ” I said smiling back, trying unsuccessfully not to stare at her blouse, which seemed to be fighting a losing battle to stay buttoned. “Hey! If you’re not busy this summer, could you mow my lawn? And maybe some other chores? I just don’t have the time!” she said as she headed for the door, her luscious ass swaying with each step. “That is, if it’s OK with your parents.” “Well…well..sure! I don’t have anything going, anyway! I’d be happy to!” I replied. “Why don’t. Her mother had acted very uncomfortable as she brusquely explained that this was normal and she'd have to wear these special sanitary pads a few days every month. Fortunately her sister Joan was two years older and had been a little bit more helpful and whispered furtively to her about what she could expect in more practical terms, including cramps (yuck). She already knew that that part of her anatomy was shameful and she should only touch it to clean it. There were already two dirty things. "One, thank you Mistress."As Mistress continued with the tawse, pausing varying lengths of time in-between strokes from immediate, to two minutes at a time, each stroke adding to my pain, I wondered how much more I could take.My mind raced forward, thinking about the cat, I had only ever received four strokes at a time before with the cat, always across my back, I knew it would be much more this time.I remembered that I had a safe word, I couldn't see how I could avoid using it. I knew I needed.