Ella knew though that her feelings were very different when she earned herself a caning on purpose, compared to now with the sudden instruction that s...e was going to be caned. She knew right now there wasn’t the same feeling of arousal, although, as she positioned herself bent over clasping the seat of the chair, and looking at Mrs L’s upside-down legs and felt the cane being rubbed from side to side across her bottom, she did feel the beginnings of flutters flying around her vagina.Mrs L was. That day, I wanted to become his wife. Forever!I rang the doorbell. Perhaps, he was expecting me. He was dressed in white kurta. He smiled and welcomed me. I asked him, “Babuji, chai bana dun.”“Haan. Chai piyenge, Suhasini.” It was the first time he called me by name. I giggled and walked to the kitchen. My ass moved in a special pace. I tied my petticoat lower than usual, revealing the mole on the back of my hips. As I was preparing, I tied the saree a little up, and let some of my tummy. There was a new text. I opened it and it was a picture of Addie with her date. Addie was beautiful, wearing the blue, see-through, lace dress. But the guy! I was surprised. He was about as tall as her, good-looking I guess. Of course, I’m not looking at him through a woman’s eyes. He had long, halfway-to-his-shoulders, blonde hair that didn’t look like it had ever seen a comb and a whiskery face like he hadn’t shaved for a month or maybe a lot longer. He sure as hell didn’t look like any diesel. Unlike my other, young victim, she had a C-cup, and a lot to hold onto. She screamed in outrage into her gag as I heartily squeezed and abused her breasts. I told her that she was really going to pay for her treatment of me. I turned her over, so that her face was in the rug as I entered her from behind. As I had thought, she wasn’t a virgin, but she continued to scream and cry in pain and shame. When I came in her, I turned her face and taunted her. I then smeared my hand with blood.