Within a few seconds, she was lying on the bed and flexing the tawse in her fingers. I could almost hear her brain jerk. XXX … When she was in poisition, I told her she was getting a dozen very hard strokes of the cane and that she was to count them and thank me for each one AND call me ‘Sir’. I made her stay down for several minutes, rubbing her swollen and welted backside, ridged from the caning, and more and more frequently fingering her arse crack and cunt unril she begged me to fuck her and fuck her hard. . . . . … The thought of Abi picking this up and handling it produced a strange feeling within me, so much that before I left
