. Before I could say a word she dropped her sun dress to the floor, she was completely naked underneath. Her body was beautiful. Hard and toned, sti...l a bit shiny from the sunscreen from earlier. She moved toward me on the loveseat, she sat down next turn me turning her body so her legs were opened toward me. She slowly started to rub her clit as I began to stroke again. Her nipples popping like they would explode. i started to get a little precum on the head of my dick as she slowly slid. 'Hazel' showed me the birch she was going to use. It was a wicked bundle of seven long whippy hazel twigs which she then stood in a bucket of water. The water prevented the buttocks becoming too raw but also increased the weight of the birch twigs to inflame the buttocks. She placed me over a kind of low frame and told me the punishment was twenty strokes. I was to count the strokes aloud. One stroke every fifteen seconds. By the tenth stroke the build-up had so inflamed my bottom cheeks,. There was a lot of noise and a lot of traffic, but it allowed him to sit naturally and focus all his attention on her. He could watch her without looking like he was watching her. He didn’t have the word to describe how her hair was cut. It was a uniform length, just coming to the bottom of her collar. It was full and pulled back at the sides of her face. And he liked her face. Her skin was fair, but not pale. She wore very little make-up, just to highlight her eyes and cheekbones, and of. As she passed I stood transfixed, noticing the split in her dress that rode high to the top of the thigh, giving a teasing glimpse of toned and exquisite black stocking-clad legs, only accentuated further by her impressive heels.I couldn't help but notice the subtle dart of her eyes beneath her lashes, beyond her mask, as though eyeing me from tip to toe. My eyes followed as she passed by, intently watching her every step. The hypnotic snake of her hips and sensual flow of her wonderful dress.