She didn't mind messing about before sex, but ritualised chastisement was quite different. She was curious to understand what went on in their minds."...hat do you mean when you talk about tramlines?"Debs and Larry laughed."That's something that calls for practice", said Larry. "When I give her the cane she has to keep her bottom nice and high, and quite still. I then place two parallel strokes with the cane, and a minute later they show up as tramlines across her bum."All this talk make me feel. To my surprise, rather than drive past, it slows and pulls into the small lay-by just before the bus shelter. I watch a man get out of the battered old car. He has grey hair, I guess he's in his mid to late fifties. He's tall and wearing a tweed jacket, blue shirt and gold corduroy trousers, with brown shoes. He locks the car door and walks to the small bus shelter and, stepping inside, gives me a smile. “Good morning," he says. "A lovely one, isn’t it?” He sits down on the seat. He is well. “You wonder why she loved him so much, really.”“Oh, she remembers him being affectionate, hugs and kisses, reading her stories as she sat on his knee, it made the contrast when she was naughty all the greater.“Well,” she went on. “As a very young child she was often so frightened she would hide when she’d done wrong in the hope that it would all pass over and thus she would escape.“As it happened, her father was often so pre-occupied with school matters that he would forget he had to see her,. “Ahh , it hurts, slow , pls uff, ” she said as I forced my dick from the back She was still nice and tight and I soon began to pump away, gently and slowly at first, but then with firmness and with speed. Stella was now moaning as her beautiful tits swayed back and forth and I knew I couldn’t last long.Stella must have sensed it, or maybe she didn’t, but she somehow I fucked her harder. I started to tap her hip, hoping to get her attention. She kept at it instead. I got very nervous, and tried.