I step back and kneel, reaching up to undo his belt. “Baby…” he says, pulling me up. Keeping hold of his belt buckle, it comes slithering out of... his belt holes as I stand. I hand it to him. “I need you to be confident, controlling Jake.” I whisper, my pleading eyes looking directly into his tired blue ones. I hand him the belt, and he breaks our eye contact to glance down at it. I untie the sash on my robe and let it fall to the floor, leaving me standing naked in front of him. He stares at my. And slide them off of your legs..." Mmmm ... I'd like that ... I'd like it more if you'd fuck me from behind ... against that oak desk in your study..." I'm rubbing my cock imagining that it's sliding in and out of your pussy ... wish it were." mmm ... you come back soon ... it will be..."I smiled when I texted him, eagerly awaiting his response. We sent each other photos of each other through texting and when I saw the first photo of his cock hard and thick, I felt my panties grow wet. God, it. The caning was so different for Nina and Makalea although for both the caning was sexual, orgasmic. For Nina being disciplined was about the pain, enjoying it, revelling in it, as her pussy got wetter and wetter. More though it was a release from the pressures of work as all decision making and responsibility was removed. She just had to lie there, present her bottom, be caned, and enjoy the angry stinging across her bottom. For her the caning was the foreplay to sex, an orgasm growing inside. They asked me to visit her once a week and take her around the city if she needs to purchase anything then came the weekend and that was the Saturday she said she will meet that guy. Since it’s a holiday for me my friends started preparing for Saturday night party and movies but I said I got some work and will join you guys soon and left to her college. Soon I went in front of her college before the mentioned time.I was having a smoke and a tea in a nearby shop from where I could see her.