Came down and applied to her cleavage. One cherry fell in cleavage and I took that from my mouth. And I thought of making her nighty up and apply cake...to her thighs…Phone ringing!!It was the call from her husband. She smiled and said ok now enough maddu please. She received phone and started talking. I was in the mood and came to my room. Lied on my bed and started stroking my cock!After 10 minutes I received a message in WhatsApp from Bhabhi. I stopped and started reading messagesIn chat. The overall pain was beginning to overwhelm my senses. This wasn’t fun! I started to beg for them to ease off, to give me a chance to recover.The third set of six strokes were duly delivered. I was screaming, and there in front of me was Miss Dean masturbating. I could smell her juices. Again a short break before the final set of six. At least I knew what was coming. I knew the intensity of pain I had to endure. Finally, the twenty-fourth stroke hit home, just as hard as the first stroke. I. Her determination to call Jake as soon as she got home waned as she entered the house. It was after 2 in the afternoon and neither of her parents was home so she went to her bedroom and unpacked and plugged her phone into its charger. She thought about calling Jake right then but was so tired that she thought it might be better if she had a nap first.Her sleep was interrupted by her ringing. She saw it was from Kris Parker. She was relieved it wasn't Jake. She wanted to call him but wanted to. "Punish N-Nikki," I sobbed "Punish Nikki, she's been bad, please, Mistress, maybe you could spank her, spank me?" Maybe...," and now she was chuckling openly, "Maybe if she asks very nicely." Oh, yes Mistress, kind Mistress, please spank me, give me a goodspanking, I'll be good, I promise!"A few moments later, the scene in the mirror had changed: The redhead - me- my new self, Nikki, knelt on the floor, head down, hands bound behind her with one stocking, gagged with another and a pair of.