” She hesitated, trying to collect her thoughts. “What do you say?” he asked. She half heartedly tried to get out from underneath his grip, but ...ith met with him tightening his grip. “Yes” she grunted out. “No, no. We say, Yes Sir.” He whispered. “Yes Sir.”“Good.” She felt the cane come down hard on her backside, and counted a “one”. By the time he had reached “10” she was sure that she wouldn’t be able to sit down for at least a week- maybe two. She didn’t know why, but she felt a tingling. She knows it. Her tiny breasts perky and firm. Just a tad pigeon-toed, but cute as hell. Tender pale skin. So young and sweet. Happy with her own long straight brown hair. Fluffing it now with her delicate fingers. Making herself pretty for Paul and for herself. The dog is prancing about the room, barking now and then, wanting to play. She ignores him, still rubbing lotion into her skin, preparing for her morning. Now she walks over to the daybed and picks up the small camisole she will be. I am not sure what I was expecting, but it was just . . . normal..."Come on baby, fuck me. Fuck me hard... I want to feel you right up to my stomach.." Blimey, she was keen! I started thrusting, and thrusting. She was writhing all over the place. I grabbed at the bra part of her basque and pulled it down to reveal her boobs, which were larger than I had imagined. Where her back was normally quite arched over, you got no impression of how large her boobs were - probably in reality about a 38D.. Suddenly she knew what she would like it to be, her mother'smaiden name of 'Martin'. She had been very fond of her mother and wouldhave loved to have been a daughter to her and to have grown up to be likeher. 'Elisabeth Martin' she thought, I like that!She shook herself mentally and physically and went to the kitchen and wasreminded that she had not yet had her own breakfast, she made coffee andtoast for herself. This would have not been sufficient for Bob, but herinstructions about food for.