Angela asked if we could have a nice brunch to celebrate her new status as a “woman” as she called it, giggling and then go shopping again. I said...that would be a great way to spend the day. We went out to a nice Italian restaurant and had Eggs Benedict and I ordered her a champagne and OJ to recognize her “womanhood”. We toasted our incredible evening and actually we were having a wonderful time with nice conversation. A lot of people glanced our way because Angela is really a stunning beauty. "Take the other one off, please, " Stephie begged. "Rub it too, both of them, they hurt so bad. Please make them feel better." Shawna didn't know if Stephie was serious or if she was being taken advantage of. She removed the second clamp and massaged both nipples, and her little boobs, too. She was kind of enjoying it, but thought better of letting this go any further. "Uh, we better get back to work on your outline, Sweetie. I'd like to have it finished before we go to dinner. After all, I. We have a terrific relationship, sharing most of our thoughts and experiences. The first time I was caned, my mummy told me about her punishments at school and it was such a comfort knowing I wasn't alone. I count myself fortunate my teachers and peers appear to respect and like me. I have always enjoyed an excellent relationship with them, even the teachers who felt the need to cane my hands. I am told that my popularity is down to my academic and sporting prowess and an infectious, likeable. V.I sauntered up to the bar.Big Pam was serving tonight.When I say big I mean big,she was like three people rolled into one,but She was a cheery tart."Same again Garry",she asked with a big grin."Yeah,why not I asked handing her my glass."I'm just off to the water the Porceline",I said and walked to the toilet.When i came back my pint was pulled and Pam was polishing a glass but still grinning.She winked at me and i wondered what the hell she was on,some kind of d**g or happy gas i thought to.