”She finally stops after about 15 minutes of this. “Stand up and go get your 2” wide black leather belt and bring it back to me.” She said thi... very sternly and frankly the tone of her voice kind of scared me. I didn't dare argue or plead for mercy as I felt that wouldn't do any good and I fact might make my situation worse.I went in my bedroom, got it, and brought it back to her. “The hand spanking was your punishment for me catching you naked and watching porn. The belt will be for you. Her breasts I have only ever seen through her clothes and this sight alone can make me very hard at times! Anyway, to carry on the story, it all took place about 7 weeks ago, when she had come over to stay for a couple of days as my sister in law had a baby and she came over to help and all sorts. It was a Monday afternoon and I had returned from university, been to the gym and therefore being very sweaty I decided to take a shower. Irum hadn’t arrived yet and I couldn’t wait for to get here as. I could hardly speak from excitement of this wonderful display that normally only occurs in my dreams.In my best French I asked if it was possible to have my hair cut the next day and she starting looking on her schedule. I am sorry she said but we are fully booked for tomorrow; the only opportunity we have is 17.00 but it could be possible that I might have to wait till 17.15."Oh that is no problem," I said, very lucky to stay in this salon for fifteen minutes longer, and set the appointment.I. I am sorry if it was wrong, Sir,” Charity addressed Mike about the slave food.“Typically, you don’t put anything in a slave’s bowl. You wait and serve the table, and at the end, we’ll decide if you eat,” Mike said as he sat down.“I am so sorry!” Charity apologized again. She bent at the waist, revealing her turnip shaped buttplug as she did and poured the leftovers back into a sealed container and returned them to the fridge.“You are learning,” Mike said as he buttered his bread. The rest of us.