"Lets go" she said as I looked down to her, but she didn't even look upat me."How many more blows Ma'am is there" I blurted out trying my best tofigu...e when this would end or at least stale some."There is a difference between the cane and a spanking, get back inplace, NOW" she said rather calmly. She helped me lower my hose andpanties past my red and burning cheeks to my thighs. Then I took myplace across her lap once again. She got right to work again and I begankicking and crying even harder. We had been given each other feedback on our stories, but she said this was not enough. S we made an appointment somewhere in Rotterdam (the big harbour town in the Netherlands). When we met on a terrace (she had brought a fluffy tiger toy as a sign) she struck me by her beauty and natural looks. No bling bling, not a lot of make-up, no tattoos, no piercings. At least not visible. A fine product of Mother Nature, beautiful. Not conspicuous, and yet conspicuous, because of that. It is difficult. I need to taste you. I desire to taste you. Slowly I move tongue down your body. Stopping occasionally to look up at you and witness the fiery red passion on your face. As I reach the heart of your desire I stop to fully enjoy each sensation. Then, when desire overtakes me, I lower my head and brush my face against you. I notice your body stiffen ever so slightly. My passion is riding high and I can no longer resist. I press my lips against you and slowly you open up to the touch of my tongue. . I strutted swinging my hips down the hallway to his room. He was naked lighting candles all around the room. I loaded the cd, and skipped to "amazing", the pressed the repeat button. He turned the lights off, and walked to me at the foot of the bed, and lip locked with me again. My head was still raised to him even though I had five inch stilettos on. I felt his raging hard on pressed against my belly. He was grabbing my ass as we kissed rolling my skirt up feeling my asshole with his.