When I was on my way to put the clothes upstairs, I heard Laveena aunty calling me. She was with a bucket in her hand, with clothes. She asked me whet...er I could put her clothes also to dry. I agreed. I put my clothes and when I was ready with her bucket, I was surprised. She put all her secret dresses in that bucket, like panties and bra. As none was there, I took them and enjoyed looking at them, imagining that Veena was also there in those dresses. Anyway I put them also to dry. My dick. It was a longand thorough whipping, even by her high standards, and I almostcollapsed when she finally finished. "Now into the water," she commanded, and I looked at her with horror.The water would be scalding against my welted flesh. I could not do it.It would feel like I was being boiled in oil, whatever that felt like.But I felt helpless under her gaze. To disobey would be to ask forpunishment, something I could not willingly do. Perhaps it wouldn't beso bad. I stepped in, the water. "Did you just call Roy your master?" Mark exclaimed. Ronja felt so ashamed, but luckily there was nobody nearby listening."Just a joke," Ronja replied weakly. Maybe she could salvage the situation. "That dog is sure demanding." Not sure that I follow the joke," Mark commented."Must have been a bad attempt to joking, please ignore silly me," Ronja answered."Works for me," Mark responded. "Anyway I was hoping to run into you so that I could ask if you could consider taking care of Roy again. Not. My hand was roving over a plump little bum and belly, my finger entered a tight little split on which was a little crisp hair, my prick followed my finger, and on the new sweet hay, belly to belly, but not mouth to mouth (she would not kiss), my prick revelled in a cunt which seemed divine, and was soon drowned in a pond of its own making.“Mother’s better, and has gone down the lane to Pender’s”, said she, “if she comes back she will won-der where I am, — let me go.” I would not, until I had.