"First, he's going to be a good boy and obey the court order. Second, he wants to watch her in the final and doesn't want to put her off. Third, he re...kons he's got a better chance of getting her attention once the hockey's over. I'd put my money on number three. Having said that he may wait until after the prize giving. You'd better get details of that." Makes sense. I'll do that. If he tries as they come off the field after the final can you divert his attention?" Yup!" His phone clicked. Slowly, patiently her tongue licks each and every welt she left upon my bottom. She is methodical, starting at top left, following the line the cane left, moving across my buttocks, then down the next, slowly sweeping, Her tongue seeking out the ridges with patience and care. I feel her nose across my bottom, touching me as She moves from welt to welt. My Mistress cares for me. This I know. She shows it in how we communicate when not in play. She shows it in how she pays attention to the things. The brains and the brawn as he sometimes called them."Good morning," his mother smiled over at him with a pained look on her face. "And how are you this morning?" Fine," he lied, "just dreading having to start my homework." Oh. How much do you have to do?" His father asked him."Enough to keep me busy most of the afternoon, I'm afraid." Then I guess that you wouldn't be able to go golfing. Your mother has a headache and doesn't want to go." Oh, I wish I could, but I'd better not." Well, that's. I could see a glimpse of a part of her boobs from the side which was making me really excited. My hands were trembling with excitement. I kept massaging her back going down slowly. I was massaging her lower back now. I kept going down and started massaging till the top of the salwar pushing it slightly back ( as much as the tight nara will allow) to massage her tail bone. Then even without her realising (as she was enjoying the massage now) I loosened the naara. I kept massaging her and kept.