Call me.” His deep cultured voice penetrated Fanny’s space without menace as she took the business card, glanced at it and shuffled forward to ord...r. He left.“Well darling ... that’s good, we’re all done here,”said Kurt flicking sweat off his brow and gently smoothing the same finger over Aisha’s gleaming face. The boar had flopped heavily off the saw, it’s penis retracted swiftly and resumed nosing the grass. Kurt shepherded her from the pen, clicked the gate shut and started the walk back to. ........At five sharp the bells rang and the girls of all houses were awake and grumpy . The “floating” canes were busy urging slowpokes into action and finally all the girls were seated ,doing their morning shit! No girl was naughty or swore because they now knew the consequence of doing so . They all plopped nicely and in good time and stepped into the showers for their minus freezing morning shower………..Two hundred nipples stood to attention as the icy water rained down on their nude. "No darling" she breathed into my mouth, "We shouldn't, it's wrong" What's wrong about it mum?" I asked as I stroked the flesh of her thigh just above the top of her stocking,She didn't pull away though, not even when I moved my hand round onto her bottom, she kissed me again as I stroked her curves and followed the tiny strip of nylon down into the valley between her legs,"If you didn't want to do it mum" I whispered, "You wouldn't be wet" I'm not wet" You're fucking soaking mum" It's because. I knew counting was basically a fool's errand at this point.Then round three began. This round consisted of a full up and down stroke at an even slower speed, but with the grip strength at least doubled. I can't tell you how many times the box was used, how many times I yelled, how many times she laughed. I was totally at her mercy and she was using me. I was hers. Though I definitely felt tormented, the feeling of belonging to her was exciting, wonderful even. Liberating.When the round was.