Tisre din dopahar me uska msg aaya r u busy me. No fir mene pucha kyu wo boli mom dade bahar ja rhe h abhi mene kaha 5 mnt me aaya jab me ghar pahunch... to dekha usne night gown pahan rkha tha or andar kuch nhi mene jate hi usko hug kiya or kiss krne laga kiss krte krte mera land khada ho gya or mene usko bed pe lita diya or pass let kr kiss krne laga kiss krte krte boobs daba rha tha wo moin kr rhi thi mene lip kiss band kr uske ak boobs ko muh me lekar chusne laga or dusre ko hath me lekar. " You have to shorten your stride," added closing the locks of the hobblechain *click click*, "and keep those legs straight" *click click* thechain connecting the thigh bands was locked as well."Turn around," she said raising the maid's dress. "I told you one thousandtimes that the corset must be completely closed! This will cost you apunishment."Pulling hard on the laces Mistress made the ends of the corset meet,closing the gap; she closed the zip that covered the laces makingimpossible to. I thought maybe we can be a little playful, so I picked up a small can of paint and threw it across on Sanaya, only to find that all of them attacked me with their brushes again.At one point, we were all running after each other. Brushes were thrown off, so Yamini dipped her hands in yellow paint and dabbed it across my chest leaving two yellow handprints. Rose took some pink paint and rubbed it along my lower bank and on my ass from outside my briefs. All this running around playfulness. Jane was crying uncontrollably as the spanking with the hard unyielding hairbrush continued. She heard Miss D say, ’50,’ but that didn’t really help as it meant a horrible 50 more spanks to go. She had never felt so much pain before as she lay across Miss D’s lap her eyes full of tears so even the carpet just a few inches from her face was a blur. ’60,’ came and went. ’70,’ sounded good. ’80,’ sounded better but she was squirming and kicking and screaming like never before. ’90,’ was a great.