It did, and I stayed for a moment too long before suggesting we sit on the bench. I sat close to him and snuggled into his neck. I was going to have ...to lead this; he had no clue. Placing my free hand on his chest, I turned my face up to him and said “Would you like to kiss me?” He leaned forward and I kissed him fully on the mouth. His inexperience showed and I had to worm my tongue in between his lips to touch his. His hand moved over my belly towards my breast. I could sense he really. A whimper ripped from me as I felt him smack my inner thigh hard. Fluids seeped from my hole and he chuckled. "You're so dirty," he murmured. I felt the bed shift as his body heat began warming my back. "Do you think you've earned a treat?" he whispered into my ear. I said nothing. "Answer me!" he snarled. His hand wrapped aroud my neck and his fingertips pressed into my throat. I gasped and tears sprang into my eyes. "No sir, I've been bad sir," I whined. "Good answer," he whispered.. ‘Come in,’ she announced, not done wiping the tears away. ‘Layla?’ the male voice sounded puzzled. ‘What’s the matter my precious?’ Layla’s head whipped around to the voice. Her heard all but jumped out of her chest as the leapt off of her stool, ‘Oh Nicholas!’ She leapt into his arms, reigning kisses over his face. ‘You came! I was so afraid that you wouldn’t! Oh how I’ve missed you, please let me get dressed and take me away from here before that awful man Fritz comes back for me. I believe. I saw the clock 25 minutes to four, he took up the whip and began at my legs, I hardly felt the first lash, he was an expert, lash after lash fell, slowly twisting my body as it hung by my breasts like some bizarre pendulum, I noticed his prick erect as a snake from a fakirs basket spitting seed as he revelled in my pain, my legs ,butt, my arms, even my tightly held purple tits were caught by that awful lash till mercifully I began to orgasm, and with my restricted breathing I became.