The initial stinging pain gives way to pleasure as soon as the belt lifts from my skin. I am so tender, so sensitive, so wet, so his. The belt comes d...wn again, across my hips, and again. He pauses and his fingers run up my thighs and around my clit, briefly, too briefly. He moves his hand back and they are replaced by another blow from the belt- a stinging blow in my most sensitive spot. I moan as the pain fades into pleasure, and desire. The belt comes down again, this time gently, the. " Sighed Alice."Soon my hands would be touching your mound over the top of your panties." I said as my own fingers followed my words. "Tracing your pussy with my fingers and rubbing softly between your lips and feeling you getting wet." Ohhhh!" Alice gasped at my gentle probing's. "Don't stop Uncle J please don't stop!" You'd then feel one of my hands slip to your blouse and unbutton it whilst still caressing your pussy." I said doing the same."Oh God!"The blouse slid to the floor and I left. The special relationship was basically a sexual payment arrangement in lieu of cash for Martin’s gardening services. See the story on my profile you might like to read first!From a young age in primary school Martin noticed he was different in the downstairs trouser department to his school pals. At PE (Physical Education) Martin deduced when changing he had a bigger package than other boys. At secondary when he showered with the team after football and rugby it was bloody obvious that he was. The top few buttons of his dress shirt were undone and a tie was draped over the back of his chair. He flashed me a tired, yet pleasant smile. Amy nudged me forward while she and Francois stood back to watch this train wreck. ‘Hi there,’ he said. ‘Heyyy…’ Awkward. ‘Um, have you anything for me to sign?’ he asked. Shit. I looked around and patted myself and looked up, smiling sheepishly. ‘Oh, uh… I didn’t know I was coming here, I don’t h—’ Amy interrupted me by shoving a book into his hands..