'God that was so good! He spunked so deep I thought it was never going to come out... ' Thomas stared at her. A loud pounding on the door made him ...ump. Suzanne jumped, and squealed. 'That'll be him! Go and let him in!' Her face was wreathed in excitement and pleasure. Her hands were drawing on her panties. Thomas jumped to his feet as the pounding at the door recommenced. Almost without realizing what he was doing he had rushed to the door. He opened it just in time to prevent a. J.'s to the bathroom with us so we would wrap our towels around us and go back to our room. When we would get back to the room he would lock the door and put his underwear on and help me with my jammies as I called them. I realized then he would not put his p.j.'s on but just crawl into the bed. As we got older I asked of we could un-bunked the beds so it would stop shaking when he tossed at night. Mom said we could put it made the room a bit smaller. However the bed shaking at night stopped.. He also told me the safeword had been left at the door - to trust him to know how much was enough and accept my beating like the good slave I am.The first blow was not a warm up blow, but a full force smack across the tit. I gasped but did not make a sound. he continued beating my tits for a few minutes before turning to my backside. Master had told me a beating involves the entire body except he only slaps the face. Scared and excited...what if I could not accept enough pain. Then it. .She propose to walk a little. We walk in the park. Not too many people here. But some which stare at me.We talk, and she play with the vibe ... difficult to concentrate, and some shocks in my body. I'm quickly on edge, and she play with my edge ... then she stop. I cool down a little. I ask her if I can put on my skirt ... I'm nervous and very exposed. She is OK with this as we walk to a busy street.Then she ask me when was the 4 minutes run yesterday. I tell her the balls are intense when I.