Six years in a Scottish boarding school had taught Catherine the correct way to present her hands for a strapping. Miles didn’t hold back and whipp...d the tawse down on her palm. He could see the amount of resolve it took Catherine to hold position. Her eyes moistened and by the third whack tears were rolling down her cheek. “Other hand!” Catherine’s eyes pleaded as she swapped hands but she remained silent; breathing heavily as she tried to manage the pain. The tawse slammed down three times. My sister and I had not done anything like that since we were kids. It was kind of fun.Then we filmed what I had expected of an X-rated commercial. A series of naked good-looking men had been selected for me to introduce myself too, to give hugs too, and to look down as if I were admiring their penises. They were not filmed below the waist as I had been. It was a shame too because a couple of those men could certainly draw a woman’s attention.I got to swim and float on my back. That showed off. "Please, have a seat," I prompted with a wave of my hand. I suddenly realized that all the chairs were built for ten year-old children."Thanks, I'll stand," she replied.Before I began to speak, I mentally rehearsed the story I'd concocted to get her attention. I wanted to be careful to sound plausible. I would have preferred not to lie, but when it came down to it, I felt I had no choice. It would be up to her to decide whom to trust."You know that Tricia has left me, Mrs. Kershaw?"She. “Oh, don’t stop! This is soooo much better than I remember sex being! Fuck!” I smacked her ass before reaching up and grabbing a handful of hair and pulling somewhat tight. I kept my hand on her hip as I continued to fuck her hard, pulling on her hair to remind her that I’m not like the other guys that she’s fucked. I wanted to leave a lasting impression – a reminder of what happened, for her in the morning. I wanted her to want more. I continued to drive my dick deep into her welcoming hole,.