"You may begin." he laughed. "Please, sir, hit my foot with yourbelt." I asked meekly. I heard the belt swish through the airand crack on my soles. ... stifled a scream. "One,sir, thank you. May I have another?" Once again, thebelt slammed into my foot. "Two, sir, thank you. MayI have another?" After 10 strokes, I wondered how on Earth Iwas going to walk back to the car barefoot. "Excellent, bitch" Peteexclaimed when my feet were done. "Its time to continue on toyour thighs and ass. . "Do you know what I was doing?" This time, she didn't just blink twice, but four times in succession, rapidly. Her eyes grew wide, there was even excitement in them, and again, another emotion I hadn't seen before, until now. I was again dumbfounded by all this, not at all sure what to think about, or make of it. As I sat there, I felt movement in her hand once again as she managed to lift it, placing it over mine, I gripped her hand, felt her pull it, and knew as she did there was reason and. The bride then faces me. Her t-shirt showing how aroused she is. Fiona moved behind the bride and taking the shirts hem raises is it. Isla’s boobs bounce as they are freed. Her jeans are removed and she stands before me naked. Where her brunette pussy should have been was also waxed bald. Her pussy-lips hang down, inflated and aroused. My sporran starts to life again; noticed by both. Over the course of a couple minutes Isla is dressed in her wedding dress. Fiona tweaks everything until she is. That evening, Pelle fasted in spite of the delicacies that were offered. Chomomile teas were boiled at Ingeburg's behest, and Pelle flushed his body with a deluge of hot tea.The day after Christmas saw him almost his old self again. He spent hours with Neidhardt, learning his duties as reeve. After that, Gebhardt took him to the practice field, beyond the Southern Gate, to teach the Collier the rudiments of sword fighting. Pelle had purchased a used broadsword with handguard, an outward sign of.