She showed me the riding crop she had in her hands and she began to flick it in the tenderest parts of my inner thighs and also at my cock and balls. ...This caused me to jerk about a bit."Be a good boy and hold still." Then she continued with the crop. Kelly also used on me various paddles and other implements. She would take each one off the wall, show it to me and spank me with it. It was interesting to me the different sting I felt with each implement.Next, I heard the door open and Nancy. I didn't answer, but took the pillow from her and placed it on the ground between the posts. I pushed her over so that she was standing just behind the pillow, and drew her arms back behind her. My cock was already quivering, and pre-cum was evident at the tip. Rushes of lust were coursing through me, making my diaphragm contract periodically, and shortening my breathing."Kneel," I ordered. With a look of terror, but without a sound, she knelt. I held her arms so that they hooked properly over. My parents began to resent her as time went by to the point where they didn’t like her at all. At this point, although we were used to seeing Uncle Hari come round our house from time to time, we were beginning to see less and less of Auntie Rani to the point where she stopped coming round to our place altogether.It didn’t bother my parents because as far as they were concerned, the less they see of her, the better. However it bothered me a lot. Despite her haughty and bitchy nature towards me,. This rather took me back... until I remembered the posters up the bar announcing the regular Saturday night strip show. I tried to tear my eyes away from the girl's almost naked and very attractive form... but it was difficult and my pecker was already showing signs of interest. Sudden realisation that this was so forced me to hurry out of the toilet/impromptu changing room - well, what would the women in there think seeing another female with the tent sprouting out of the middle of her dress?.