Kiran was right; the Indian women both had brown nipples -- even Isobel, did, despite her fairer skin. Isobel was thinner, but had a lot in common wit... Donna, actually. Kellie was no longer under the illusion that her looks were ever going to be anything but a handicap with her new master -- but being different MIGHT help her achieve some kind of parity if she could please him in other ways. "They're just a little different in color, I imagine," she gasped. His cock was getting hard again,. I offered my company and she agreed. There was a little excitement in all this since we had both Snuck out of the watchful eyes of our high school teachers and we knew we were breaking the rules howeverwe just kept treading along side by side on that moonlit beach with high tide and kust the steady noise of waves lashing Onto the shore....we.just kept walking.Here I was alone with a girl I liked, away from the jealous eyes of my friends and authority figures and we kept walkingI could see the. I spread my feet then bent over and grabbed my ankles suspecting that he was going to christen the paddle or tawse.I heard the rustle of packaging being removed then a woosh of air then the pain of something landing on my butt. Remembering what Ethan had told me the last time that he spanked me I said, “One Master, thank you.”It wasn’t until after the tenth swat that I saw that it was the paddle that had been inflicting the pain. I started to stand up but Ethan said, “Stay.”I grabbed my ankles. It’s one of my favorite names” then added, “and you’re really pretty.” Again, she blushed and looked away. I knew I was being bold, but I also knew she was someone who avoided being noticed and I wanted to break through that barrier she created. “You’re blushing again,” I said, smiling. “I’m not used to people talking to me like you are,” she said. “It’s hard for me.” “I understand,” I said. “I just like the way you look. I hope you don’t think I’m just saying that to get into your pants.” When.