" That bint, as you call her is a serving officer in the British Army, (which she wasn't) she is also my fiance and the so called Nazi happens to be a...very brave Luftwaffe pilot who was shot down whilst serving his country, he is also her brother who she has not seen for years." Sir, sorry sir." Now just for once in your sorry lives, do the right thing." The right thing sir?" Yes, fuck off." I don't think they've ever been spoken to like that by an officer before," the landlord smiled as they. As Lindy stroked and rubbed Paul, I noticed he did not seem as surprised, leading me to the conclusion he and Donna had discussed this already. A half hour of fondling passed along with a few more drinks. Donna mentioned that it was time to return to their room, and asked if we would join them for one final night cap. Exiting the pool, Lindy and I glanced at each other realizing what this meant. We got back to their room and Paul poured each of us a glass of wine. Donna sat on the bed and. She just had to lie there, present her bottom, be caned, and enjoy the angry stinging across her bottom. For her the caning was the foreplay to sex, an orgasm growing inside her but not released as she would spend the night masturbating again and again as she played the punishment over in her mind. The harder the caning the better, and the more strokes the more times she will masturbate. For Makalea it was different. She had no responsibilities to be released from. The pain generated her. . No, sorry. Forget it." Tell me. I'm all ears." No it was nothing. I'll give Serena a ring next Saturday evening." All right, my dear. Give my love to your parents." Thank you, Lady Bowers. I will. Good-bye." Good-bye, Victoria dear." She put down the telephone with a smile. "That young lady's got it as bad as Mark," she thought. "Oh well, early days. If it develops I've no doubt Frances will ring." She chuckled. "Young love is always so fraught. They just need to get on with it." She snorted..