She began feeling along my butt cheeks. I then bent over and told her to pull my cheeks apart to make sure there was no rash. She giggled again, but d...id it. She told me not to fart and laughed. Standing up, I faced her and said she had one last thing to check. She stared at my penis and said "Do I have to?". I said “Of course”. She asked how to check it, and I told her to take my penis in her hand gently and rub it to make sure there aren't any injuries. She did. Watching her rub my penis was. ' Next, you asked me if I would be willing to take off all of my clothing. Even though it made me a little nervous, I heard myself telling you 'Oh, absolutely.'Standing up, you took my hand in yours and led me to one of the back bedrooms, where you had a strange looking contraption set up. I’m going to call it a table, as that’s the closest thing I can think of to describe it. It seemed to be about three feet above the carpeted floor and had many steel fasteners and other such hardware on. I swallowed hard and turned to face her. Her eyes were deep in thought. Wondering what I was thinking. I wanted to know what she was thinking. "Danielle. Are you ok?" She asked again. I shook my head and walked out to the Bar. I felt her follow me and sat next to me at the Bar. I got another drink and ordered one for her. "Its ok," She said. "Everyone goes through break ups. Trust me I've been through my fair share of what you think is love." She patted my knee and took a drink. "Listen, why. Georg opened the door without a by your leave. He was Baron and had dominion over all in this miserable convent.Mother Bernadette nodded her respect to the Baron as she continued to punish the bottom of fat Beatrice . Beatrice was not so much fat as “big” and her bare arse made for excellent viewing as she “presented” well on the flogging horse. Her arse cheeks were well spread as she endured the twelve strokes of the senior cane ordained by the good Mother.“May I continue Milord ?“ said.