I woke up early and went to the classes. In the evening, I sent mom a reminder about that night’s photoshoot. She texted back saying she had prepare... for it.I reached home and saw her preparing dinner, “Hey maa, all set for tonight. Hope you have your best sarees ready”.She lovingly shook her head and we decided to have dinner. On the dinner table, I asked her where she wanted to take the pictures.“In my bedroom of course with the white wall as the background so no one can trace it back”. I. She pulled the ties on either side of her bikini briefs, and threw the flimsy fabric to the floor. Her pussy was neatly shaved, just a hint of dark stubble showing above the protruding, swollen lips. A bead of white clung to her wet opening."Sofa." she said.I sat on the edge of the white leather sofa, reclining back, my hard cock pointing to the ceiling. Sarah approached, as Emma sat in the single-seater, one leg d****d over the arm. pussy wide open and wet. One of Emma's hands supported her. There would be no shielding herself from the blows.Smack.Smack.?Ah!? Violet cried out in pain, she couldn’t help herself. The cane felt impossibly thin, almost blade-like, and each blow seemed to cut into her un-calloused buttocks, although some part of her brain knew it probably didn’t look as bad as it felt.Smack.Smack.Smack.Violet lost track of the blows as her eyes welled with tears. She was crying softly, while the rest of her body attempted to thrash in its restraints in order to avoid. But come now, let’s talk of better things.”We finished our salads on a lighter note, as Clara looked at the photos of Shannon once again. I told her more about my interest in photography. I probably got much too technical for her, but she listened with unflagging interest. At last, she stretched her arms upward and looked at me.“I should get you home before your mothers start to worry. What time did you arrive today?”“Um, I think it was around three-fifteen.”Clara glanced at the clock and then.