I lay in bed, unable to sleep. My mind ran over and over the image of Margie cupping and massaging my mother's breasts, kissing her neck. I tossed ...nd turned, unable to sleep for what seemed like forever. My hand ran up my tee shirt, over my stomach to my breast. I massaged it the way Margie had touched my mom. I pinched and pulled at my nipple, feeling it harden between my fingers. My other hand slid between my thighs and began to circle lightly at my clit. The images of Margie and my. It happened. Tonight is Valentines, you know the time of love, being with your significant other, being faithful. My boyfriend and I went out to a movie, I got home at around 11:30. My parents were waiting for me."Ohhh hey" I said as I walked through my door."Why didn't you tell us what time you were getting back" My dad asked sternly"sorry, you were asleep when he showed up" I explainedHe nodded "well, next time tell me before you leave." I sighed, I was eighteen and he was still nagging me. I couldn’t remember how it all started, next thing I knew, our lips devoured each others as our tongues danced in one another hungry mouths. He pulled down the top of my polka dot dress along with my bra to expose two ample breasts. He then kneaded them one after another before he pinched the nipple between his fingers. I moaned satisfyingly. ‘Remind me why we haven’t done this before?’ Justin chuckled and nudged my side gently. ‘Better late than never.’ I took his hint and hopped onto his lap,. The list states 20 strokes to the breasts in order to maintain the contract,you will receive those 20 strokes now and count them out,if you forget to count then the punishment will be started over again,maintain your position as is and I will commence,once more flexing of the ratan cane took place and he placed the cane lining up as the breasts overspilled onto the desk as they lay in the specially produced stocks,with a bit of luck he could strike her nipples but to make sure he adjusted them.