I couldn't face anyone finding out you had used it on me.’I doubled the thick belt in two. It was really quite awesome. She was right about it being...old. The pub is called the Miners Arms and this is a genuine miner’s belt, old, gnarled and full of character, she was also right about its popularity. It was said to be over a hundred years old and its original owner lived in the little cottage now owned by old Jack. He maintains it was used regularly to beat the miner's hapless wife! Every day. Emma had lost count of the number of strokes she had received but reckoned that when they stopped that meant the twelve strokes had been given. Luckily, she was still clinging onto the far end of the desk although realised she was crying uncontrollably as it really had been a painful punishment, but to be fair, she was the one who had been blackmailing Miss Hargreaves and actually caned her on so many occasions. That’s something that none of the other students would experience, she reckoned, so. It seemed that everyday I was thinking about amanda and masturbating, sometimes just a quick one and then later in bed taking my time knowing she is just across in the next bed drove me wild, having to moan into my pillow as not to wake her.We were chilling out one night and as normal were cuddled up on the couch and we had got some wine, so we were both relax and laughing when out of the blue amanda said "so you have been masturbating alot haven't you" I was a little shocked that she just came. I still wasn't ready to tell her, though, if I could put it off a bit longer.Wasn't that the procrastinator's litany? Never do today what you can put off 'til tomorrow. I did have my reasons for delay, such as they were, though; I knew I was going to set off a stormcloud. We hadn't fought once, or even argued seriously, since she'd come to me this way, and I wasn't looking forward to the first one."Well, I had to find out if it worked, didn't I?" I stalled. "And I did, it works good. See why I.