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As I never cross my legs these days (Jon won’t let me), the lad might even have been able to see my pussy the way he kept getting down onto the busty train breasts floor with his little brother’s toy cars. Shortly after we got home, Jon gave me the main part of my punishment for not keeping this journal up to date. As usual, as soon as I had got into the house ass I had stripped off, and no sooner than I had taken my dress off than Jon told me to go to the toilet then go and lay face down on the punishment bed. I had been there for about 10 minutes wondering what Jon was going to do to me when he came in and told me to move the pillows to under my stomach. He then restrained my wrists and ankles to the corner posts and then put a blindfold on me. Somehow I just knew that he was going to cane me and I could feel that nervousness of knowing that I was going to get some pain and pleasure. My pussy was getting damp in anticipation. I didn’t have to wait long before I heard that ‘whoosh’ then felt the pain. Automatically I said, “One - thank you Master.” By the time I had said, “Five - thank you Master,” the tears were starting to swell in my eyes. Jon was babe really going to hurt me. As the tenth stroke masturbation landed I let out a little scream. They were really hurting. There was a pause after the tenth stroke and I heard Jon moving. The next think I knew Jon’s hands were at my pussy. My lips were already swollen and slightly open as the pain was causing me pleasure but Jon opened them more and it wasn’t long before I realised that he was tying my lips open as wide as they would go using string through my little rings and then round my thighs. Suddenly I realised that my open pussy was Jon’s next target. Number eleven landed right down the crack in my ass and pussy. I screamed out loud before saying, “Eleven - thank you Hardcore Master.” By fifteen my whole pussy was throbbing with pain and pleasure. It was number 19 that took me over the edge and I was sweating something rotten as I uncontrollably shook violently. I never did manage to say, “Nineteen - thank you Master.” I was starting to get control of myself again when number 20 landed. Dan, Dan “And so did I; so as far as I’m concerned it was a good thing. Oh, fuck, Mitch! At least…” She looks away. Emily was sucking on the hole. “First breasts you are going to suck me with those beautiful lips,” he said holding her shoulders down. Instead, ass she was wearing a one masturbation piece bathing suit, light blue in color, the type the school issued to babe students who could not afford their own during swim class. I glanced up at him as my fingers rested over the covered bulge under his pants. She was still trying to catch her breath, but I didn’t wait to slip my tongue inside her. I was born a breast man and will always be drawn to them. We left the beach before it got too busty dark; on the Hardcore drive back to her apartment I wasn’t feeling all that great, my body felt like it was on fire. It was so exciting.