The buttons in the front were straining to stay buttoned, trying to hide breasts that seemed to want to break free of their restraint. He was mesmeriz...d by her breasts. He could not help but notice the roundness of the tops of them as they showed above her blouse. Her long blond hair fell like a waterfall over her shoulders. Some of the longer pieces were brushing the tops of her breasts and he wanted so bad to reach up and brush them aside. Her neck was slender. Her lips were full and colored. Every so often, for variety and his own amusement I’d guess, he’d lay the ruler paddle square across both cheeks. And, because of the exposed position he had me in, this would mean my cunt received a burning slap, wrenching an even bigger sob from deep in my throat. And yet I knew, deep down inside, that I was deserving of every stroke. I needed this. Because I’d shown I had no self-discipline, I needed him to take charge and bring me into line again. The tears streaming down my cheeks would. After about twenty minutes I hadfinished; now, I realized with apprehension, I would have to leave thesecurity of this beachhouse and go out into the world, dressed as agirl. My only hope was to look and act like a girl, so that nobodywould notice me. I checked my purse; luckily my keys and wallet wereinside.When I stepped out of the bathroom the house was empty; apparently thegirls had went outside or walked to the beach. I decided to slip awayto the store; maybe hide out for a while, then. One needs to be quite obsessed to enjoy what I do. Other eras, even Iron Age, are much easier to get a handle on. Why I rang, though ... you did say you were staying in Pickering?”“Yes. I’m in Whitby, though, now. I rode up on the steam railway.”“Really? That must have been fun.”“It was.”“Anyway. I was wondering...” it was a longer hesitation this time, “If I took a day off ... I can, you know ... could I come to see you?”I answered immediately. “Of course! I’d love to see you again.”“If I.