I was like Nicholas and Matt. We used to be knowncollectively as NME. We would hang around together. Sometimes we wereconsidered to be more effemin...te than the girls!This was a difficult time for me as I had been brought up in aconservative Christian family. I don't use conservative in the politicalsense - my dad would vote Liberal Democrat and my mum would vote Green.I use it in the sense of traditional. We did everything at right angles.Dad had certain views about the way the world was. ‘When I fuck you, Kitty, that will make you go wild. You are being a good girl and Miss Greta is very pleased.’ Her breath was warm on my ear. A sudden excruciating pain in my left nipple as she removed the clamp and I bellowed through the gag. ‘Mmm, that makes Greta wet. Maybe I shall do the other one.’ I felt pressure on it. ‘No, I think Greta will wait for that pleasure, no Kitty? Too much pleasure too quickly is not good.’ Greta took my hand and led me a short distance across the room. She. The next thing I felt was a tongue between my lips; I eagerly begged for the kiss. Our lips melt and our tongues met; it was one of those kisses that demanded an orgasm. I wanted to come. “Not yet.”The kiss ended. The next thing that startled me was the mouth now taking a nipple between its teeth, sucking it in and out while pinching it with teeth. I was now whimpering; it was so erotic – I was literally on fire with lust. I could feel my knees go weak; the wrist straps held me up. I could feel. It’s already turning a nice pink” He said, almost as if talking to himself.Crack!The much harder strike of the paddle against her bare behind was barely registered in her mind, before pain radiated outward in a rush that pulled her up and off of the couch.“FUCK! Peter, that fucking hurt!” she cried, dancing from foot to foot, her hands reaching back and covering her bottom.“It’s supposed to hurt, you stupid girl, get your ass back down and take your punishment. Or I’m done with it and you can.