It was found two days later by my bhabhi. She gave an all-knowing look and I stood there like a culprit caught in the act of doing something wrong. Sh... did not say anything and took the undergarment for washing. We were living together with our parents in a joint family as is still quite common in our country. Surprisingly this incident created some sort of a bond between us as I recognized her as my confidante. Since ours was a small town I took admission in a reputed college in another town. I bit my lips and was silent.Then he lashed me, much more softly, but upwards and directly on my cunt. I jumped, and almost fell over. He put a hand on my back and steadied me.“Count – out loud – slut.”“Sir! That was three, sir.”He continued to lash me in a random pattern so that I never knew what to expect, on my ass, down my legs, inside my thighs, and, more softly, directly on my cunt or on my asshole. He also paused between lashes, sometimes for a long time, and sometimes not at all. I. So the lady I am, I reached down and rubbed him thru his pants. Nothing else happened. Later when it was time to leave, we thanked the bouncer for watching us. He suggested he walk us to the car just to be safe. When we got to the car he opened the door for me. I looked him in the eyes, and pushed him against the back door. I squatted down, fumbled with his pants and pulled down his zipper. Reached in, found and pulled to expose a beautiful black cock. It was perfect proportion to his size. I. When I enter the post office, I will expect you to recognise me from the photo that I have sent you. You will immediately come over and, in a voice loud enough to be heard by any of the persons in the post office, I will expect you to confirm your request for training from me, using a form of words that will leave no doubt of your position.Should you fail in any of these tasks, then I shall ignore you and simply end the relationship."After closing the message and sending it to Becca Wilson,.