“I know you need to cum so badly baby, but we’re not nearly done yet,” he whispers. “We need to establish more discipline. We need to set our ...tandards.”With that you feel him unhooking the cuffs from around each ankle. Your legs are freed now. He then moves to the head of the bed and unhooks one of your wrists. You wait expectantly for the other wrist to be freed, but instead, he stands you upright with your right wrist still restrained. You feel him sit down on the side of the bed and then. She watched a film about a school in the 1950’s and decided the cane would be a good deterrent. It was. It hurt, like a lot, and I hated it when she used it on me. Afterwards when I was in my bedroom wasn’t so bad, as the sexual feeling created was the most intense of the implements, but the caning itself was positively dreadful. The cane was usually left for serious discipline spankings but she uses it on my hand when she catches me touching myself. That was my worry now. I had touched. She indicated which chair he should take, picked up a file from a table nearby and descended into the chair beside him. Nice blouse…pretty skirt…shimmering hair…a small but quite adequate bust line. Ah, he thought to himself. This is how you get the young entry level managers off their game— send up a pretty one. She made small talk, noting where he had attended college, commenting on his military service, speaking of her own education but quickly got down to business. Hell, it was the middle. I’ve decided it’s the time for us to meet, and she’s very keen on that idea. So everything’s arranged, we’ve got the hotel room booked, and we’re meeting in the lobby. I’m there first, looking around nervously for her. I see a vision of beauty enter the lobby, it’s her, oh my god, her photos are nothing to the real thing. She has long ringlet black hair, gorgeous face, fantastic body, 36EE, tight ass. She’s wearing very high heels, stockings, a long coat, can’t tell what’s underneath.She walks.