Taking my clothes off, I slide into the pool and swim underwater to the side where you're loving each other. I can see clearly now, the two of you moa...ing softly against each other.I pull myself clear of the water.You turn, see me and smile. Acceptance and permission.My cock is hard and leads me forward. I kneel at your feet, but I can't see you clearly as her hair is in the way.I touch her head; she looks up.I place my hands under your ass and raise them, giving myself better access to you.I. I think it was covered with the light colored soil and it looked like that patch over there until somebody shoveled the light stuff off.’ I kept thinking about what it might mean. ‘Sheriff, bear with me for a minute. Imagine that you have thousands of the mysterious bricks to hide, and you truck them in here and lay them out in one layer. If they were like regular bricks, you could lay 400 in a hundred square feet. Look at this area where there’s just little bits of the light stuff here and. She recently told me she wanted to try planning something more elaborate, something just a bit rougher and much more erotic. In my spare time I set up a makeshift ring in our home, complete with ropes and a well-padded mat. I've gotten into a tight-fitting, semi-transparent speedo that'll drive her wild, and I stretch in my corner, waiting for her to come out of the next room. Some bass-thumping, high-energy music makes me turn around to catch her stepping between the ropes into the ring, and I. Her parents thought so. Her teachers thought so. Her headmistress thought so. Her fellow school pupils all agreed. And her bum always had to suffer as a result. It was a rare day that Winona didn’t get a spanking. And usually not just a spanking, but also a caning or a paddling. And every night when she went to bed, her arse was red, often raw and on occasion striped by welts from the teachers’ or the headmistress’ cane. It was rare that Winona could sleep comfortably on her back. And usually.