”Amy froze as she heard Leila’s plea, but knew she was right and that she had to cane her. She became decisive again and told Melissa, “Stand at...the end so you can see her face and make sure her hands stay clasping the table.”Melissa didn’t argue with Amy’s, ‘Do as I say,’ tone of voice and immediately did as she was told and stood looking at Leila’s tear-filled eyes.Amy went and positioned herself and rubbed the cane from side to side across Leila’s bottom, reminding herself that Leila had. The hard slap of the leather against my back and ass sent me over the edge. I was squirting cum all over the floor. “Bad little bitch! I told you to never cum on my floors,” He hissed.I tried everything to keep from cumming on that floor again. But I failed. He cracked my ass, but never stopped fucking my ass. I loved this! He pumped into my ass harder and faster. Master was gonna cum so damn hard! Then he pulled out and I sobbed. He ordered me to turn around and open my mouth. I did as ordered. I had lost interest in sex, and this website, with the wonderful stories, let me revisit the wonderful, glorious act of the "solo flight". This website also allowed you to send private messages to an author, and I did, to the one male author whose stories piqued my interest. I was bold, and that is normally not like me. I am usually shy around men, and I put my boldness down to the fact that the anonymity of the computer allowed me to be something that I wasn't, the bold seductress that I. “Are you okay?” Bob asked in a voice filled with concern. I felt a strange tingle run through me at that touch. It felt like my pussy was heating up. I could feel my face starting to flush and my nipples becoming hard inside my blouse. My eyes snapped to Bob and I started to smile.“Yes Bob, I am fine. You don't have to worry about me.” I said as I gently placed my hand on the tentacle touching my shoulder. “Oh no!” Bob said suddenly. “I'm sorry... I'm sorry! I have to go... gotta run... bye!”.