Backhand, forehand, she raked the whip across my torso. She took special care to wrap the whip’s ends around my ribs and sides, so the metal tips du... in extra hard, making crimson red claw marks on my flesh. She raised parallel lines of angry red and purple welts stretching from under my armpits to the tops of hip bones.Finally, Ophelia was ready to whip my cock and balls. Here, she relented just a bit. She lashed the whip more slowly and carefully across my groin. It was as if she actually. Of course the men that week did help in my education, oh did they in fact one or two made me realize just how good the facts of life could be. She and dad were to go to the Cayman Islands for a week vacation, but at the last minute dad had a problem at work and I got to take his place since the reservation could not be changed. So this turns into a mother daughter thing for a week, which dad was very happy with, he didn't have anything to worry about since we would be looking out. “Spread your legs a little... that’s it...” Whap! Another perfect stroke. Amy remained silent. Mrs Dupree took aim and landed the third in the crease between the buttocks and the legs. Still no sound came from Amy’s lips. “Last one!” Mrs. Dupree announced as she landed a blow diagonally across the first two. Mrs. Dupree felt for Amy. Even through the panties and tights the caning must have been agonising. “You may stand up now!” Amy turned to Mrs. Dupree with tears in her eyes and her. Plus, I might run into last night’s addictive but non-fattening and all-so-tasty dessert.So, I slid from the bed and went into the bathroom. The rascal. He had drawn my bath water. The tub was one of those white cast iron tubs on feet. I put my fingertips in the water. If my hair were blond and not brunette, I could have been Goldilocks; the temperature was perfect, not too hot, not too cold. It felt wonderful. I laid back to take it all in.My naked man servant, Carlos, as he announced himself,.