One was reading a newspaper. The other seemed to be just watching the world go by. I sat in the car and waited. Nothing happened. Cars came and went. ...he two men stayed where they were. I didn’t know what to do. It was a big disappointment. I finally gave up and decided to drive off and wait another day.I slowly drove out of the car park and headed home. When I looked in the rear mirror one of the cars also started up and followed me out. My heart started to pound. Could he really be following. When Peter stopped the whipping and turned round to look at them, a moan escaped the woman. "That looks wonderful. You are very good at that." She was a full-bodied very pretty woman, dressed only in numerous thin chains, which intricately exposed her body where it ought to be exposed.Peter turned to her husband: "I could do with a little help. I'm not quite sure how to hoist up my slave's legs. Do you know how it works?"The excitement Helly had felt when she saw the club's homepage had been. No, you’ve left me no choice but to correct things right now. You’ll remember this night, and you’ll remember what a fucking idiot you were. I’m going to make sure of it.”All the while she was scolding me, she was stretching and throwing a few practice kicks and punches. Mistress has long legs and is extremely limber. A couple of her warmup punches whistled across the front of my face, but didn’t land. I was yelling through the penis gag, but the muffled cries fell on deaf ears. She. Ms. Sherrington was already there. The two women were already discussing why I had been punished and what punishment had been administered to me that previous Friday afternoon. On the mature woman’s large desk, I could see my adopted mum’s note, in which she had explained why she had requested additional strokes of the cane for me. This lay next to Mrs. Lacey’s crook-handled school cane. After a few minutes, where the three women talked about my punishment as if I weren’t there, The Head.