I turn my hand upward and flick the belt against your pussy. Though I haven’t hit you hard, the smack surprises you, and you gasp. I slap again, a b...t harder, and then twice more. You cry out and roll your hips under you. I press your back firmly to the bed and remind you, “Keep your back arched.” You return to the position I want, and I’m proud of you. You look so willing to please me, so submissive to my desire. I slap the belt firmly against your pussy once more, and then I pull the belt by. I’d been standing there in my mac, open-mouthed as they talked about how big their tits were (their words) while I gawped with an erect penis straining in my wank-trousers under my mac. I had my hand in my pocket throughout, which the girls commented on, Miss L telling Miss V I was a big wanker, I was just holding it upright and feeling the semen leaking through my underpants, and when the tit-talk was added to the showing of stocking-top, a big spurt of spunk left my willy and soaked into my. Therewas to be no relief!I did my ablutions. I looked after poor little Henry as well as I could.He was still riveted into his cage and contained in a fresh condom.Coming out of the bathroom, I was invited to sit on my least favouritechair, feet and knees together at all times and push! Despite theincrease in heel height, I had to admit that it was becoming easier andthat I was becoming less conscious of actually having to do it. I paidattention to my make-up lesson and then minced across to. "You're making fun of me!!" Stomping my foot like a two year old "I don't like that!"You pick up something on dresser next to the desk. I feel a hard smack on my ass as the ping pong paddle comes swooping down on my ass cheeks."OUCH!!" I yell, then silence.Then "ahem." A pause "Assume the position"I lower my body down to my knees again and continue to make love to your cock with my mouth. Regaining my rhythm and flow, sucking hard on, sucking harder off, remembering to keep my tongue twirling.