That was the last time I got spanked. I remember having difficulty sitting down for a couple of days, but I also remember kind of being turned on by i.... Actually, now this memory makes me feel a little hot. So my Master thinks I need to be spanked because I was bad. Well, I have news for the Master, whoever that is. I AM NOT A LITTLE GIRL ANY MORE! Do I look like a girl that can be tamed with a smack on the bottom? And then what? Yes Master, I will be a good girl now! I will obey, I will. Her PC and laptop were fired up and she was transferring some photos from her camera to her PC. Ali has a gift for taking pictures, she sees things through a viewfinder that no one else has noticed and she can even make me look good in a photo, trust me that is no way an easy thing to do. “You got a USB stick Jo” she asked “I can transfer some of these onto if you want”? , “Yeah, in the pocket of my backpack” I replied as I skimmed though her latest batch of photo’s “Oh my god” she suddenly. " Sharon's hands flew to obey his instructions her arms suddenly rigid as if locked in place. "Ropes around your belly and your chest pull you back against the chair." Oh!" muttered Sharon as she threw herself backwards against the seat back."Ropes around your knees and across your lap hold you there, more around your ankles fix them to the chair legs."Again Sharon moved mimicking the effects of ropes pulling her hard against the chair. She was struggling against ropes that only existed in her. “Suck your mother’s tits!” I told DeeDee. She shook her head once, but I banged her hard with a single deep thrust that reached all the way to her cervix and she lifted her head and took Margarite’s black left nipple and sucked it enthusiastically for a minute then switched to the other. By now Margarite had a hand down her panties grinding on her clit. The mother came hard, her knees buckling, and she sank to the floor. I almost came then, but I held off and moved DeeDee back to the table on.