He placed the weights on the desk in the corner, returning with a long schoolmasters cane. The thing swished, she had terror in her eye`s he said, “...ust three,” she looked relieved, he added “on your lovely arse and two on those lovely tits!” Her face again drained, swoosh- thwack a red-hot line appeared across the bound and swollen breasts, again the cry, plaintive and high, this time her body jerked, tears again fell, the cane again swinging, swoosh—then—thwack her buttocks a hot line of pain. She always stays up late and wouldn’t mind chatting, I thought. I dialed her number, and the phone was answered by a male. A guy with the sexiest voice I have ever heard. At first I thought that perhaps she was entertaining, but still I asked to speak with her. That voice softly responded. ‘I think you have the wrong number miss.’ I suddenly had this desperate need to continue talking with him, so I asked if he would stay on and chat for a few moments. He agreed and I began a conversation of. I found a supermarket car park and pulled into it. I picked up the phone and sent a text back. The phone rang. “Hiya, Angela,” I said, “how are you?” “I’m fine thanks and you? Are you at home?” “Yeah, look, I have to be honest, I’m not really into women, it was just that I thought you were very sexy and interesting and a sense of wickedness crept over me. I’m actually in a Tesco car park at the moment, just driving back from college to where I live.” “Oh right, so not into women at all then,. He soon had both her hands bound above her head.By the time she thought about kicking, he was ready to fasten her ankles to the legs of the couch. He didn't bother to strip off her brown tweed skirt. He just rolled it into a tight band around her waist, exposing her stocking-clad legs. He went ahead and tied her ankles securely, leaving the blonde woman half naked and helpless on the sofa. He looked down at her and lightly brushed his fingertips over one of her trembling nipples."You get off on.