She had been quite cagey on the details but had said I would fit right in, whatever that meant. I decided to let her have her fun, it was the least I ...ould do to repay her for the picnic.With dinner out of the way I did a little work while I waited for Caitlyn to come and get me. I was just about caught up again from my week off from MORFS, but couldn't afford to slack off too much. By the time I heard a knock at my door, I had got most of the stuff I needed to do done. I grabbed my big coat. “Two Master!”I squeak. “three! Four! F… Five, Master!” “I can’t hear you. Count louder, you disobedient little bitch!” You say harshly as You continue to alternate smacks across my bottom and thighs. I struggle to comply with Your order as the burning sensation spreads across my flesh. Fortunately I manage to keep up, even though I am desperate for You to stop. “Twenty three… twenty four… twenty five, Master!” I sob, and then finally the assault ceases. Your roughly. There was a wooden coffee table in front of her, a bookshelf with books, and a map of France on the wall. A television set of course, a PC sat on a desk, presumably with internet connections. Isabelle finally returned with Aisha's tea and a plate of biscuits, placing them on the coffee table before Aisha."Thank you Miss Fontaine," Aisha was grateful. Isabelle took out a cigarette and sat down next to Aisha, saying,"You don't mind if I smoke do you?" No go ahead Miss Fontaine," Aisha said.. Bobby would often complain to me later that, in addition to the innumerable humiliations she had subjected him to, his new babysitter had refused to grant him his one, rationed orgasm. However, my usual reaction was to simply shrug and tell him he'd have to take it up with her. Julie had little but disdain for the overgrown baby and she was only too happy to deny him any sexual pleasure he might feel he was due.Unfortunately, the poor sissy's balls were getting swollen from all the accumulated.