Starting slowly, I hit you rather gently a few times, warming up my arm and your butt. After about a dozen blows, I started swinging harder, giving y...u another dozen that left light red marks on your ass. You moaned in obvious disappointment when I stopped, so lost in your submission that you were eager for the pain."Don't worry, baby," I said soothingly. "We're just getting started."The belt made a loud swish through the air and a satisfying smack as I delivered the first real blow of your. "Now walk over here next to me and point to my book then casually drop it in to my lap," said the black girl slowly like I was slow or something... well I hadnt done anything so far to indicate otherwise had I?"K."I shuffled over to her, sliding my hand in to my pocket and pointing o quickly I looked like I was trying to do a fucking karate chop, I also managed to fling the baggy in to the face of another girl. At that point I was seriously considering getting some sort of CAT scan, or a. Swati: I know that you can explain it. I know that you do have the reason why you enjoyed it. You just don’t what to say, right?Me: God, you are good at extracting things out of people’s minds.Swati: Why? Did I catch you, right?Me: Yeah, sort of, every word of you leaves a spark in me to talk more.Swati: Then say it, why, why was it the best so far for you?Me: Maybe coz you are my sister, I mean cousin sister.Swati: So?Me: It’s like a taboo, and that makes it more exciting. I think so, that’s. What the fuck is that for. She reaches over and ties one end to one my wrists. Pulling it over my head, she fastens the other end to the table leg. 'What the fuck?', I want to yell. We hadn't talked about this. I feel her do the same to my left wrist. Soon she is working on my ankle fastening them securely to the table legs near my feat. Finally she loops one around my waste and secures my hips to the table."There," she says.Damn her, yet at the same time it feels very sexy to be so.