A small part of the things I’m describing in this story has not taken place in my presence, they were told to me by Paru and my aunt later. So here ...e go.Paru was no longer a virgin, we both had a great time making love and my aunt was more than satisfied. After I fucked her for the first time, we made love two more times in the same weak. We were like young married couples, always laughing around sharing our jokes and fantasies. And in one of those fantasies of paru were her greed to taste her. The spanking began. Mistress Nancydid not hit her hard with the paddle , she only made her buttockssting slightly. Diana thought, hey, this is easy, I can do thiswithout a problem. She could hear her Mistress counting underher breathe, 11, 12, 13, 14, and Diana felt her bottom warming upas her Mistress got closer to 15. At smack 15 the blows became alittle harder, increasing slowly, about every four or five slapsof the paddle , so by the time her Mistress reached the count of25 the slaps. The cage itself was a form of torture, since it was roughly cubic, but only about five feet in each direction, and she was unable to stand or lie down in any comfort. The only possible position was to sit on the floor with her back to the bars; the chains on her ankles and wrists made even that uncomfortable. Water and food were placed in the cage from time to time but she resolutely refused to eat, though drinking water from sheer necessity. Of course, after three days thus held she was. After a few minutes of this she raised her head from the depths of my groin and kissing the tip of my cock whispered “Don’t want my milk boy to make an early delivery of his cream now, do we?” Then it was as if something occurred to her, she sat up, shuffled round on the bed until she could look me in the eye and said “When do you need to be home?” “ About half nine I suppose” I answered, trying to think what time it would be at this point, not wanting to give her too early a time. “Mmmm, it’s.