With your hands outstretched, palms flat against the wall you lean back awaiting the cane.With all the force i can muster the cane is brought down on ...our ample ass"1" you start the countI return to my coffee savouring the aroma of the expensive beans which is mixing in the air with the scent of your sweaty fear.after what seems lke an eternity the cane makes contact again and again"2", "3", "4", "5"Your ass is already starting to produce nice blue black weltsAs the count reaches 10 you are. Although he knew my body more intimately than any other living person I was wearing my old boys clothes, baggy jumper to hide my chest and a pair of jeans. I had to punch a new hole in my belt to make them stay up around my tiny waist.Other items of femininity were sadly unavoidable. I found, much to my chagrin, that bras were essential for comfort. My old underwear was also impracticable for obvious reasons. I wore cotton panties and, as I found out, panty liners were equally crucial. My new. Hansika, too, had moved on. And, was now an official cock-blower to her 75 old patrons.I really wanted to marry the lass, and settle down, after our first hookup. It was not possible anymore, but the current arrangement was also fine, if not better. After all, her holes were only an exact replica of her mother’s, who now was fully mine.Life was again moving too fast. I was only adding more and more women to my contact list, each passing day. It was just about the right time for me to take a. I am not pushing Honey too hard. It doesn’t mean I am not pushing her HARD enough. I have to consider that each of these girls is an individual and weight that against trying to train each one differently. I’ll take into account Honey gets off on spanking her tits and spank her cunt now and then,” my mom swung Luther hard between Honey’s legs right on her pussy lips. I heard her groan in pain. “There will be times they will enjoy the lessons and may take pleasure, but it isn’t the focus of what.