Master again looks me up and down, "Better" he says, he takes the undergarments from me "You wont need these again tonight" master smiles. Master ru...s a hand up the back of leg to my naked pussy, he squeezes between my legs, I flinch as he pushes two fingers into my pussy and his thumb into my anus, I feel myself getting wetter, as his hand works on me. "Will you obey everything I ask you to do slut " he asks "Yes master" I reply "Good, go to the bar and ask the barman if you can suck his. But, please, for the sake of her name, can we list her as a potential victim rather than the lead suspect?”“I can, but frankly, it’s better for you if she was. Otherwise, you’re my prime candidate.”“I can live with that,” he said, unlocking and opening the door. “I’ll remain here and wait for your friend Paul. I don’t want to compromise your crime scene, especially since my DNA is all over their home. Contact me if you need anything else. Otherwise, I’ll leave time available to meet tomorrow at. I began to wonder if I could finish this way.He sensed my discomfort, took my free hand with his, and anchored it below his right shoulder. "You can brace yourself if it helps."It did. The leverage was exactly what I needed. Inch by inch, outwardly sliding knees lowered my inflamed petals ever closer to their inanimate voyeur. The living and breathing one, whose heat I could feel across the space between us, clearly appreciated the enhanced view. My grip on his frame became a squeeze.I let. “Now, Peter, when did you begin to think about corporal punishment? What year at school would you say it was when you wanted it to happen to you?” She smiled once more.I paused and thought. “About year thirteen, Miss – when I was eighteen.”“Year thirteen – a naughty year group indeed.” Louise opened her leather case and showed no reaction as she pulled the contents out onto her desk.Before me, half a dozen canes of various lengths and thickness lay there. This was to be my punishment. I began.