She was staring intently at a screen full of text, apparently on some kind of web site.I watched her for a moment, and nearly burst out laughing when ... realized that she wasn't just reading a story on the screen. She was naked, slouched down in the chair, with her legs spread very wide. Her left hand was squeezing one of her breasts, and occasionally pulling on the nipple, stretching it out until her breast elongated into a cone, letting it snap back, and then repeating the process.Her right. " Was that all?" she asked. "She didn't say or do anything else."Rob shrugged. "She kissed me good-bye outside."Elaina sat back with a small smile and a sigh. She looked at Rob, thinking he was an idiot. Her thoughts must have shown on her face."What?" he asked, confused by her look."You know absolutely nothing about women," she stated fondly.Rob frowned and said, "Tell me something I don't know." She laughed. "What now?" he asked tartly."You are an idiot," she said smiling. "She's already made. Her face grew sterner and she pointed down to her black stiletto boots as she stood before him; without her needing to ask he immediately humbled himself and kissed the feet of the goddess. The women went wild hooting and jeering as the male showed his instant submission without command. He knew his place and would suffer for it. The jeering died down as the choking leash was applied once more, and the wretch was brought back on his haunches, his sphincter clenched tight against the plug, his. God, how that tawse stung. It was a bitch of a thing. And there was no gentle start, no crescendo, just an immediate, sob inducing, welt creating slash on my left inner thigh. Taking her time, she walked around the bed, stroked my face again then delivered the second strike; it was, if anything, harder than the first, and on my right thigh. I tried not to cry but despite biting hard on the leather I couldn’t hold back a whimper. No reaction from Christina.She walked around the bed and delivered.
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