There is something about her that is alluring, but I can’t quite tell, especially in my mindset. All I know is that I want to talk to her. I approac... the swings, looking at her. I stop about five feet away. She is wearing a metric fuck ton of eyeliner, and it’s clear that she’s been crying. Her black hair is frazzled and tangled, and she has the air of someone who has just run from something. She just notices me, and starts. I realize that I am staring, and since she is a teenage girl alone in. It started off as a little exploration,a little fun,remembering their schooldays,to my great interest I found that they became excited watching each other being disciplined,and on occasion only at their behest,I would watch the result of my chastisement on them both;watch as they both held each other,their eyes opening and closing,their lips pressing together,their naked bodies touching,his manhood hard and erect,her pressing herself against him,their lips meeting in a passionate kiss,their. ”With that, Emma pulled her arm back and landed the cane again across Linda’s bare bottom and listened to her pain-filled yelp which would’ve been louder because of the shock of not expecting the cane stroke. So, as she landed the second stroke in quick succession, and heard Linda’s even louder yelp, and saw that she stayed in place clasping the seat of the chair with whitened knuckles, that told her what Linda’s decision was.Linda had certainly not expected the double stroke, but, as she cried. They were a bit big around the waist, but they settled on her hips.Paul turned around with some clothes on hangers and moved towards the closet. When he saw Kim in his boxers, he began to laugh."It that a new look for you, Kim?"Kim put her hands on her hips and giggled, "Like it?" You look cute in them." Maybe you should take off your shorts and then we'll match," Kim said.Paul quickly removed his shorts and his tee shirt. Kim laughed, took off her top and walked over to him. "Hang those things.