”Jesse raised her bottom up off the mattress to receive her first stripe. I was pleased to see her ass cheeks quivering with trepidation awaiting my...first blow. I gave her a full ten strikes of the cane at a proper tempo, not too fast and not too slow. I always insisted on using the optimum timing in order to make the effect of the stinging blows remain a long time in her uncomplicated mind. I checked her labia for moisture and just as I suspected she was already starting to squirt her juices. We went to one of those 24 hour movies.” I answered not telling a complete lie. I had been to he movies just not the kind of movie Paul would think I went to and I hadn’t taken mom.I kissed Paul hard on the mouth reaching down to message his tiny cock“Someone is frisky this morning.” Paul said placing his hand on top of mine. “But that will have to wait. I have to get to the gym to workout before heading out to the construction site. I was just thinking about my brothers. They had to work. Sheltered and over socialized, like all the daughters of the upper class before the war, Frances had taken heart from her mother’s words. Six years later, the sights and sounds of the wounded and dying were still with her. Slow circling teaspoons would bring back memories of winding bandages around fetid stumps of limbs, and any high sound would recall the torturous screams that echoed through the wards. In her dreams, sometimes, the screams were her own. Frances often told herself she was. I spread them apart and moved my hand gently in and out as my other hand continued to rub the sides of that amazing clit.”Oh yeah, ohhhh, please,” she panted in time to the thrusts of my hand in her pussy. “Yes, oh, right there,” she continued. “Don’t stop, I’m close,” she whispered out shakily. “I’m there, yes, ohhhh,” she moaned softly. Then she gave one more push against my hand and gave a louder groan as I felt the pulsing of her pussy around my fingers. I rubbed my top fingers further back.