But it is also not a mere matter of inflicting pain on the posteriors of errant females as a deterrent to poor behavior. If this were the case, the in...ustrial age would long since have invented a machine for this purpose, one with replaceable canes, perhaps, that could tirelessly dispatch any number of strokes with a varying severity according to requirements dialed in.But this (so far as I am aware) has not been the case and the reason, we must realize, is that caning is both a science and an. I braced myself for what I thought was coming. Then it happened. I felt his front legs clamp around my waist and I felt his hot red thick dick jabbing at me ferociously. I wiggled my ass in an attempt to help him hit the spot. At that moment I felt the first penetration. He felt much bigger than I had imagined and I could not believe how hot his cock felt. Samson was not gentle; he attacked my pussy with a ferocity that I had not recalled before. His cock had grown much larger than I thought;. I was scanning through my history book and talking to the others but nothing appealed. I knew if I didn’t have a lot of passion for what and when I was writing about I would get a poor grade, and I needed this credit. Grabbing my things I left the storm of history being tossed about and headed for Greek row and the frat house. We have a few history people in house that could give me a few…maybe unique ideas. Unfortunately as luck would have it they were not there when I got there, though I did. Victoria followed his instructions as he went about his craft. All went well until Martin tried to paint over the nipple cups. The paint would not settle on the shiny surface. Martin called Mike over and explained that the cups were made of the wrong material, and that he couldn't paint over them. Mike's face looked like he'd found a pound but lost five. Clare then entered the conversation. "Could you take the cups off Vicky? Then we can finish painting you." Victoria looked over to Mike, a.