With one hand on my back and the other tugging on my shirt, she gently guided me over her lap. A little tap on my side indicated that I should move cl...ser to her.She said, “First, I’m going to give you some whacks of the ruler on the seat of your pants. It's sort of an introduction to our company discipline, I would say.”She pushed my coattails back and gave me a couple of pats on the butt with her implement.“Okay, hon, are you ready?” Did she just call me hon, as in honey?“Yes, Miss Dubin, I’m. Before I could plunge myself onto his stiff fingers deeper, he removed them and pulled my hair until I was sitting on my ass, quite put off. He had a yellow, rough-looking rope in his hands with a grin on his face. The grin made me shudder. Before I had time to contemplate what he was to do with the rope, he was in action, his hands wrapping the rope around my breasts. He first wrapped the rope around my left boob in a loop, tightened it painfully, then pulled the rope around my back and. ...it is in," I replied."Fucking hell really!" She propped herself up on her elbows her breastsbobbing gently as she did so she looked down at my groin. "Pump it!" sheordered.I pumped in and out of her a couple of times and looked at herdisappointed face."WOW... I really can't feel you.... you really have never satisfied awoman have you?" she said in a simple matter of fact way.I could feel my face blush red and the more embarrassed I was the limpermy dick went!"Well... I said, "you could have. " "Just cross your legs," I smiled. "You're going to make me pee in my pants, aren't you?" "Gee, you finally figured that out." "Please, I'll do anything you want. Let me get to the bathroom, or let me cross my legs or grab my crotch... something so I can hold it. Get this girdle off, pull down my pantyhose so the pressure on my bladder isn't so great." I pressed her bladder gently through her very tight girdle and pantyhose. She winced. "I'm so.