"You'll never guess what I brought," Toni teased."Well, I was hoping bagels," Sophie guessed."Nope. Remember when mom used to slip us an extra dollar ...nd we went to the bakery?" Toni asked."You didn't! Toni, it's been forever since I had their home-made cinnamon rolls!" Sophie exclaimed."Me, too, but I was driving down Beech Street and an image of us running through the alley to the bakery skittered through my brain," Toni explained.Toni pulled out the gooey confections and set them on the. But if you fail every objective which a I hope you don't. I will whip you with a leather belt. And you will have to be naked and with your hands tied around your neck during the whipping, the objective setting session, and for one extra hour.Sara was dismissed. She rapidly dressed. Her skirt was wet and stained with her juices. But she quickly said good bye, grabbed her things and went to her apartment. Once there she undressed again and masturbated more times than she can remember. The weekend. I put my pants and underwear on in the kitchen where I had left them and gloomily wandered toward the bedroom. I decided to forego a shirt and wandered over to gaze at my reflection in the mirror. I noticed the necklace lying on the dresser and stared at it for a few seconds before carefully picking it up and putting it on. A strange idea was starting to form in my mind but after a few minutes I decided that it was ludicrous and wandered back to the kitchen to get something to drink. Suddenly I. “Isabella, she’s ready.” Maria felt Natalie move away, and heard another take her place behind her. The swish of a practice stroke with Isabella’s cane was distinctly audible, and Maria felt the wash of displaced air cool across her butt checks. Then the light tap across her ass told Maria that Isabella was lining up for the first stroke. Swish… CRACK! The pain was unbelievable. A sting 50 times worse than the tawse Bianca had used. Maria clenched her buttocks tightly, before realising this.