When I saw how he was after the caning I did give him some – what did you call it? – relief.”She gaped at him. “Relief? You mean...”“Well,...not by hand that time, Matron.”After a moment of incomprehension, the penny dropped, and she gave a short bark of laughter. “Oh, you are a naughty boy. The poor man will be besotted. I think what you need is a good spanking.”“Perhaps the bottom's a bit on the tender side right now, Matron.” He was grinning, and she couldn't suppress a chuckle.“Speaking of. God! She smells good, he thought again. He bit on her ear lobe and she responded with a muffled moan, he knew he hit the spot. She loved having her ears bitten. He went and inserted his tongue in her ear and she went crazy, she moaned loud enough to wake up all their neighbours. Did she cum, was his first thought ignoring which he continued kissing her neck and found her lips again, she was hungry for some love her tongue met his and he bit down playfully on it, she opened her eyes in surprise. I needed a man. I needed Robert.“Fuck me,” I blurted out. “Just take me and fuck me, fuck me hard. Do whatever you want to me.”Robert stepped backwards as my words bounced off the walls. He looked literally shocked.I pushed the foamy covering away from me and quickly stood up. The water cascaded off my naked body. Robert stood stone-faced, unsure of what to do, as I quickly stepped out of the tub.“Look shit head,” I said, naked and unafraid. “I need a man, a real man. I need a guy who cares. Nipples. The silk shirt I'm wearing is a fairly simple medium-sized red short-sleeve design. No pockets or anything like that. I don't like pockets on my shirts. My nipples are pressed against the shirt and they're very obviously there. And large. Like a woman's nipples. Now that I see them, I can feel them against the shirt. I bite my bottom lip at the feeling of how they glide against the fabric. It's sensuous and I can feel the throbbing in my pants from both the feeling of it and simply.