Samantha braced herself and then they went to work on her poor red bottom. Halfway through the minute samantha tried to move and get out of the way of...the two unrelenting crops being rained on her behind and her moans were getting louder. Finally they stopped and samantha was left a heavily panting wreck and her bottom was on fire. Another drink was offered to her after they ungagged her, "thank you Master and Mistress for thrashing me" said samantha. Mrs D then rubbed some cold cream onto her. But then, when in love no one thinks practically. So finally I told her about my feelings for her. She was at her home when I told her about my feelings. She said she also had been feeling the same off lately but was afraid to speak about the same. Hence she said “When I will get back to college hostel I will tell you my answer”After hearing this I was really really happy and waited eagerly for her return. And finally, the day came. She arrived back at the hostel, I had gone to receive her at. Our lips met, not for the first time, for we'd shared kisses as a mother and son share kisses, but this was different. It was as deep and meaningful, but it was even more. Our lips lingered together for a moment, the butterflies of years past had been ressurected in my stomach, it was as if I was sharing my first kiss with a new girl all over again. Her mouth opened slightly, and I responded in kind, lost in the precious moment of her kiss. Our lips moved like a dance that we had once. I had known Helen now for about five months. She was an attractive woman: tall, nicely proportioned, well-groomed, in her early forties. She was English, had a well-modulated voice free of any class indicators I could recognise. She was a good mixer and had bonded well with other women in the group. While Helen was, as she had shown last Thursday, not reserved, she was not loud or bubbly or one that sought the centre stage in class.She wore today a golden-brown pant-suit. Its cut and the.