Once all the way in I asked if she was ready and she nodded, so I slowly opened the valve and started the process. As the solution gradually entered ...er bowels she started to fidget and then moan. When I thought enough had gone in, I closed the valve, warned her not to let any escape till I gave her permission and then pulled the nozzle slowly from her hole.I got her to stand, ordered her mother to adopt the correct position and followed the same procedure with her.Meanwhile Karen was hoping. Why does he want me to do this? Is he gay? Would I be if I did this? How does this relate to the calculator? Will he really keep quiet? What happens after I put on those clothes? Have I already decided that I'm going to do it? I must have, my hands are unbuttoning my shirt. I'm standing up. He's back now and giving me room. Sitting down on a barstool and taking me in. Fuck. He probably sees naked guys all the time in the showers. He is a football player. Wait, he's not gay, he's got a. I placed both of the items on the desk in front of Sophie. “I will start with the leather whip; it will prepare your bottom nicely for the cane. I think we need a severe caning. How many strokes do you feel would suffice?”“Maybe six sir, I am very sorry.”“Six will not even begin to suffice this time. Think again.”“Nine should be more than enough.”“I think you misunderstand how serious this is, let’s say fifteen strokes on your bare bottom. That should encourage you to change your. Screw it; getting through the growing mass of agitated over excited teeny bopper fanatics already waiting in the central mall area for the one o’clock appearance was hard enough. I sensibly skirted the edges and got to the alteration shop. I was held up waiting though as they looked out the back for my dress. “Um ...is this it...Fran Jones” the new disorganized, but sweet casual assistant finally said; checking the docket.The vivacious but plump young woman though gave my self esteem a polish.