“One” said Mrs Whittingham.For a second or two I felt nothing then felt a searing pain in my bottom.“Two” the second stroke landed just as I w...s feeling the pain from the first stroke.When the third stroke landed I cried out “Jesus Christ”.“Do not use blasphemous language in this house” shouted Mrs Whittingham angrily “that’s just earned you a further six strokes, so be warned” the fourth and fifth strokes followed quickly. I gripped the settee harder and was literally trying to bite my tongue. Okay? You are alright. You are. Aren’t you?’. I flashed her a nervous smile, trying to downplay the panic I was feeling. She started to nod her head. ‘It’s okay’, she echoed. ‘I won’t worry about breaking the beaker I am all right. I am’. She returned my nervous smile with a tentative one of her own. I felt some tension drain out of me, not much… but still a little. My nervous smile broadened… and her tentative one became a solid one. There was something weird though. Her blank look was. He stood up and put a finger next to my hole which was now good and wet and pushed it inside, he leaned over and asked me if it felt nice, i could hardly speak but managed to squeak out a yes, after a few minutes he worked in a second finger and i had started to push back to drive them in deeper. "I think you're ready for the real thing now" He said as he undid his trousers and let them drop around his ankles. He covered his cock in saliva and i spread my legs waiting for him to fill me up.I. After dinner we sat on the sofa alia came and sat on my lap I started smooching her it was a little randy as my hands were in her mins feeling her wetness tara stopped her smooched us pretty hard said she is giving us some alone time for us to get to know each other .We thanked her and went to her bedroom and started talking about the time when we met in cinema hall and how she made tara realize they need something more there was some serious talking session not telling here because of obvious.