The eighteenth and last stroke landed and this time I didn’t do any of the normal things except throw my head back and cry out, but otherwise I stay...d frozen still and although the pain was almost unbearable that very quickly subsided and could not quite understand how come, but all I now thought about was getting home and masturbating. I was full of relief that the caning was over and knew the erotic feelings that had already started would soon overtake the pain, and I was already wondering. She might be risking a repeat of the defeat she had suffered here but she felt compelled to take the risk. Unhappily, though, she would be no good with her shoulder in the state it was right now.Rashumba had no idea how long she sat there, but it couldn't have been long before the cold made her come to her senses. She couldn't take the cold like the tough Clementine who had no choice in the winter but to live and work outdoors. She couldn't fight like quick, hard-hitting agile, brave Clementine. Now, I should tell you that we don’t often play games of restraint, at the most enjoying a bit of light bondage sometimes for a spicy change. But this being staked out on the grass under the summer sun was so dammed sexy, it was giving a new meaning to getting hot – and it was turning both of us on. I was writhing (as much as I could) in the hoops, not to get free but from sexual frustration – I couldn’t touch myself, of course, and my lover wasn’t yet doing her duty. Instead, she stood at. Lou grins and asks, “Mo, are you asking me to marry you?”“Yes, Lou. I know we’ve not courted the way most people do. But you know me and I know you. Will you marry me?”She grins and throws her arms about him while she shouts, “Yes!”A few people in the parking lot turn to see what the shouting is about, and they smile when they see the two kissing then they go back to what they were doing.Mo says, “If you don’t mind I’d like to make a public announcement about our engagement at the start of.