"Rule of the house - look but don't touch," she told me.'Hazel' showed me the birch she was going to use. It was a wicked bundle of seven long whippy ...azel twigs which she then stood in a bucket of water. The water prevented the buttocks becoming too raw but also increased the weight of the birch twigs to inflame the buttocks. She placed me over a kind of low frame and told me the punishment was twenty strokes. I was to count the strokes aloud. One stroke every fifteen seconds. By the tenth. All the while she hadn’t moved and made no motion to stop my wondering fingers. Her breathing was getting heavier and I could feel her juices flowing as her pussy lips started to puff and my fingers were sliding all over with her warm sticky juice. She bent her knee slightly and I could feel her toes now fondling the throbbing bulge in my jeans. Her legs then snapped shut on my hand trapping it. She then sat up looked and me, she leaned in and our lips locked into a passionate kiss. “Uh, Uh!”. Hello,world. The morning sun shines warmly on my exposed skin keeping it justwarm enough to not let me shiver from the newness of the day.Suddenly, a hand rubs the side of my butt ending with a firm squeeze. Iturn around to see some random guy smirking back. My brain stallstrying to sort out the moment. Should I be angry that some guy wouldtry to take advantage of me, or should I be flattered that he'simpressed enough to touch me? I shrug it off once he's too far to doanything about it and. So we head out of the place, and I have a handful of ass the whole time. She's blabbing about how she lost her money, and how she is always working. Apparently works for the DOT, blah, blah. We get out of the elevator and I still have a handful of ass just mentally preparing for what was to come. As we're walking to the car I pull her in and give her a kiss with just enough tongue to show her I meant business. Now we separate to get in my car..We get in the car and she unleashes a giant.