Although only a medium blow it is a feeling of pain she has never experienced. Repeatedly the cane lashes into her backside, red and purple starting t... rise with welts. She wants to scream but cannot, as she needs to gasp for air. The cane blows are like a drum rhythm. Laughter fills her ear as the drum beat stops, only to feel the saliva fill the other ear. As the tears pour down her face and the pain in her thighs starts to throb, a scissor like feeling bites into her nipples. Alligator. I put one knee between her legs, and kind of pushed her legs apart. She opened them giving me room for my other knee. Then, I kind of hunkered down, feeling my cock touch her hair. I pulled back just a little letting my cock slide down to where I thought it should go. I tried to push in, but met with solid resistance. Bobbie reached down and pressed my cock down further and further. I was about to ask her what she was doing when I felt myself slide in a warm, wet, slippery tunnel. Bobbie. Then we called every day and night on phone and messaged daily.We came very close that she openely talked about her views all matters including sex to me. This made me horny and I would masturbate thinking her. After a month she called me and said she got the salary and ready to give me a treat. She asked” what treat I needed”.I replied “I want u and only u and nothing else”. There was silence for about a minute then she replied’ its my pleasure” I got excited by this reply, and asked wat do u. . “This is your night. Relax.”Her breasts heaved up once, twice. Her nostril’s flared. She whispered. “Yes, my sweet Jack, yes.”I dropped to my knees and reached around the back of her skirt. One zip, a little tugging, and it fell to the floor. Underneath, a thong, garters, and stockings. She straddled her legs just a bit, pulled my head forward and started running her fingers through my thick blond hair. I unsnapped each clip, slid down the garter, and then the thong. I gently disengage her.