" He beckoned to me and I got up off the loveseat and went over to him. "Did it make your pussy wet?" He asked and leaned forward, lightly grabbing me...by the back of the thigh. Again, I blushed and nodded. He laughed his low and sexy laugh. "Good. Let me see." He leaned more forward and pulled me even closer placing his nose right at my crotch, rubbing it in between my pussy lips. I held in my breath with a vast mixture of surprise, nervousness, and desire. He took a deep breath and rubbed his. It wasn't real work, but allowed us to talk. For you see there was only one train a week and all Old John had was time.Over the next few months he learned my life story. He never judged me or commented on my digressions. The only negative comment he ever made was when I told him of a very nasty thing I had done.He said, "That was dumb. Hope you don't do it again."It made me stop and think. I never committed crimes again.I guess I'd better tell you a little about myself. I was born in a. The reading table measures some eight feet by six feet, and you get onto the table using a step provided. In the centre of the table is a bolster to place under your hips. This bolster raises your bottom. Then you are ready for Mistress's cane. The minimum number of strokes is six and there are rumours that some staff have received eighteen strokes. Mistress does not believe in sparing the rod.The Duchess, my Mistress is an exceptionally beautiful, but severe woman. She is in her early thirties. "You know, I got to liking this shit" he said by way of reply. "If you bitches can get away with it, then fuck em if they try to stop me." Hey I ain't fucking nobody 'less I want to" Melinda said grinning."Aw you know what I mean" Kevin said, passing me a cigarette."Thanks." I took a few puffs then handed it to Melinda with a questioning glance."It's ok, I don't smoke" she said."Good for you" May said, taking a drag on her own. "Weed?"Fatima looked over at us, a little bit shocked at the.