I clearly remember holding my breath and tensing my bottom, but most vividly remember the pain as the cane landed and sliced into my bottom cheeks. It...was so much more painful than I had imagined. Of course, whilst I had thought it would be more like the cane strokes I gave myself, I now knew that was a silly supposition. There was no getting away from the fact that being caned by someone else is much, much, much, worse than caning yourself.The second stroke hurt even more and I know I yelped. That was it.My head became light. My stomach gurgled, making me suddenly nauseous.This was the moment.I reached into the pocket of my jeans and took out the rectangularscrap of paper with the incantation on. Just five words, each one cutinto difficult to pronounce fleshy sounds by multiple apostrophes. Ihadn't dared read more than a single word before now and even that hadhad queer effects on the pressure and heat of the room I was in.It was impossible to tell if the twisting constriction in my. ... but she couldn't give herself up to the fantasy, not here, after a busy session, and with a crowd of women all waiting for the shower to get on with their Friday nights. So she took a deep breath, shut off the water, and went into the change rooms to dry off. Her skin felt alive and her loins were still tingling as she got dressed. She was wearing a very light yellow dress. Her bra was very sheer and she notice that as she put it on, her stiff nipples showed through. She worries that if he. He put his arm around Angela as she snuggled into him, her firm breasts and her hardening nipples pushing softly into Jack’s chest and she reached upwards to kiss him. Their hungry lips locked, their tongues exploring each other's, Jack caressed Angela’s backside, his fingers sensuously exploring her firm round buttocks.As they parted ever so slightly, Angela pulled his shirt off him and started to kneel slowly, pushing his shorts down. To her surprise, he wasn't wearing anything underneath..