Pippa could only imagine the embarrassment Sophie must be feeling having her anus and sodden vulva on display. Mrs. Dupree checked Sophie’s positio... and selected the thickest of the three canes from the table. “I shall give you thirty six strokes in three batches of twelve; they will be delivered at full force. Do you agree to this caning?” Sophie managed a stifled, “Yes.” Pippa took a seat where she could watch the proceedings and jumped as she heard Mrs. Dupree take a practice swing. The typical 'Oh Shit' thoughts started wandering. I was just tired of typing and figured I really didn't have anything to lose. Everything would be pretty clear in about 10 minutes....I just gripped the armrest on my chair and whispered to myself, “Here we go." It was just sheer coincidence that we found each other again... and of all places... Facebook. We reconnected, chatting and catching up. We were both divorced, his more recent then mine, had kids and so on. We viewed each other’s. Phir hum restaurent se wapas aa gaye.Agle din mere ghar par koi bhi nahi tha. To maine use ghar par bula liya. Aur wo bhi tailor ke paas suit dalne jane ka bahana kar ke aa gayi. Tab maine usko kiss kiya aur jab wo mana karne lagi to maine jabardusti use pakad kar uski salvar ke upar se hi uski chut chatne laga. Tab uska resistance kuch kam hua. Par usi waqt bell baji aur mummy wapas aa gayi. Aur wo kuch der mummy se baat karne ke baad apne ghar chali gayi. Phir jab me sham ko uske ghar gaya to. ”“It would need to be someplace public, for appearances.”“Yes, of course. We can eat at the Chinese place.”“Good!”We arrived at church, I got my cassock from the back seat where I’d stashed it, put it on, and we went into the church. Just over an hour later, after the service finished, I went to sit on a bench outside the front door of the church to wait for Tasha.“Subdeacon?”I turned to see Elizaveta Kozlova.“Hi, Elizaveta,” I said. “How are you?”“Good. May I sit?”“Of course.”She sat down on.