“Five strokes of the strap.” Everyone at once calculated how many strokes she would be getting. “Bend over my desk, lift up your skirt and take ...own your knickers,” ordered Melissa. The short skirt was already riding high, but Heidi pulled it up to her waist and pushed down her navy blue briefs. Naked again, she thought miserably. “Grip the far edge of the desk and don’t let go,” said Melissa. “If you do, you get the stroke again.” At least it’s not the cane, said Heidi to herself. She felt her. ”“How do you know?”“Because I have trained them all.”Natalia looked the woman up and down with an appraising eye and could not see anything out of the ordinary which could lead to any convincing conclusion.Jeanette smiled warmly as she noticed Natalia studying her physique and said, “I would like to help you master various fighting techniques.”Natalia gasped as she heard the bold statement. She liked her sports like badminton and swimming but she never had an affinity towards those kind of. I’ve sampled myself and found it uninteresting. I admit that, but sometimes in a show of solidarity it’s the right thing to do.For now, I extended my hand to slide lightly over her hip. I can feel her muscles. They aren’t prominent, but they are firm under my fingers. She stirred at my touch and turned her head to the other side. Her legs parted slightly and I understood her message.I ran my hand up between her shoulder blades, then back down over her hip and down her near thigh. Her legs. "I’m a woman, I have needs for god's sake and he fails to fulfill them!" she complained. "My sex life has become so boring. I'm tired to doing missionary style all the time. I want to FUCK, I want a man to fuck me so good that I wouldn't need another fuck for weeks."I was turned on by what she said but I felt sorry for her and tried to comfort her. She came closer I had my arms around her and she had her head on my shoulder as I hugged her. I could smell the fresh scent of lavender lotion on.