"I leaned over the arm of the leather chair in the corner of my bedroom. Michael swished his flogger through the air inches from my arse."Ten strokes ...now please, Michael." He started the first and the flogger coming down on my arse but not too hard."One, thank you, Master."Thud. Two, slightly harder. Another thud, this time a little more forceful. My boy continued to flog my arse increasing the force ever so slightly with each stroke.Finally blow number ten, I let out a gentle gasp. "Ten, thank. . I won’t last, Vandana!” “I know you won’t last, but, you are a real stud and you will recuperate!” She backed off and staring right at me, I watched, in near disbelief, as she crossed her arms and lifted her sweater up and off of her. My eyes were glued to two monstrous, fleshy, hot tits, the nipples already up and hard! She moved so that she was between my legs, her knees on the rug in front of the couch! Then, she did something which almost made me spurt right there and then. She pressed. " "Don't sell it short. It will only work if we both keep in mind theimportance of what we are doing. Not the stuff about his life. The stuffabout yours. While we do this, our entire focus has to be on you." "But..." "No buts. This is about you, and only you. We can worry about other peoplelater." Her no nonsense look convinced him. The next two hours were intense. They explored the essence of his ethnicidentity and ethnic pride, then made sure they were firmly anchored at hiscore. They would. Jake was 18 then and far too immature to make a decent impression on the older sister Gloria who was already 21 and had been exposed to many of the indecent activities one usually found rampant at a large university.Margaret was slightly older than Jake at the age of 19 but she was still a "cherry" girl who giggled whenever he showed her his happy cock hoping to make her more submissive to his demands. Her laughter often sparked him to take remedial action by placing her over his knee.Lucy.