“This way,” he glanced down at her paperwork and gave a slight nod. “Ariel.” She hesitated at the entrance to the cell he held open for her. S...e really didn’t have time for this but his expression was uncompromising as he stood watching her, arms folded over his chest. She stepped inside and the door closed with an ominous clang, the key clicking in the lock. He took her paperwork to a desk and placed it in the drawer closing it firmly. “How long are you going to keep here?” she demanded to. It is such occasions that led me to understand the humanity of this practice in a wider sense. You should always think of a caning as an event complete in itself. I am familiar with masters who simply line up their students outside their door and then dispatch their canings in rapid succession, giving no thought to anything beyond the mere wielding of the instrument. They are little better than a machine and this is not effective. You must begin by considering the offender as a person before. She opened the night stand drawer and pulled out a red satin bag and told me to relax before she gave me a deep French kiss. Darlene then took out a toothbrush and began to gently spread my pink cookie with it. OMG, the feeling was something that I had never experienced. All the time DARLENE was whispering sweet profanities about how ripe and wet I was getting. As soon as I rotated my hips, Darlene eased off and just watched me and started asking me if I knew what a horny little bitch I was.. "You release my cheek and my face falls to the side allowing me to only see you thru my periphery as I stare at the wall across the room. You move between my legs and for the first time, your tongue tastes my pussy making you moan. And after several minutes, I feel your cock slide inside me to the hilt in one stroke causing an "ohh godddd..." to escape your lips. The pain is immense and I can do absolutely nothing about it.You start long, slow thrusts in and out. "Oh baby....oh my god.