Liana still made her feel a little light headed. “Would you like to thank me?” the princess asked again, leaning forward slightly as she spoke. Mi...a knew the choice was genuine, although she was Liana’s bedmaid, and certain things were expected of the position even if it was never really acknowledged, the princess had made it clear more than once that the choice was Mia’s to make. Truly though, there was little she would like more than thanking Liana.“Yes ma’am.” she replied in a soft. By that time in our relationship we had done a fair bit more than heavy petting, and knew what each others body looked and felt like. The most difficult part of that was knowing through the ‘magic’, how much each other was enjoying those times, and believe me it was tough holding back. We still got teased from just about everyone about the puppy love thing, because within seconds of being together, there was always some body contact even if it was just holding hands. For that year other than. I collected various implements along the way, like paddles (both wooden and leather), birch sticks or whole bundles of those, and sometimes just a plain old leather belt that could inflict some impressive damage. I never used a true cane, because those require some finesse to use properly without injuring somebody and I never bothered to learn.Sometimes they wanted a sexual release at the end, with either my mouth or anus as their goal. For that, of course, I would charge extra. One poor guy. His classic good looks had always held an edge but tonight what had been dark had become dangerous. Eyes locked, Marcus tightened his hold and took them into a turn, enjoying the press of his wife’s breasts against his chest. Something primitive stirred inside of him, the need to protect and claim pushing him to hold her closer than necessary. He felt hungry, predatory and a desire to dominate. Joan was caught in his eyes. She could feel his arms wrapped around her, steel bands that wouldn’t.