It will make our bottoms stick out to invite the cane as though we had asked for it. Up and up go our pinioned hands, our arms wrack our shoulders. We... bend down and down to ease the strain. But we can only bend so far. When they have us on our toes it is considered the ideal pose for a girl. She can now be caned or whipped on her bottom, her thighs and her legs. Even her lower back is exposed. She is very vulnerable. Her breasts are most available. She will kick and lunge under the cane, but. ”“This is far from easy Rita, I’m gonna be miserable over there without you, I’m just putting up a front so dad won’t see me weak. It’s gonna be hell not being able to see you every day!”“THAT’S what I want you to say! I want you to miss me! I want you to not go!”“It won’t be so bad. I’ll be staying with Stephanie and Chris, so it’s not like I’ll be living on the street. We’ll talk every day and we’ll still get to see each other, and who knows, this might help up, absence does make the heart. She admires herself in the mirror and runs her fingers on her vagina. She turns around and looks at her buttocks. They are wholesome and full. She bends down and admires her bottom. She has seen in blue films girls being entered from behind; she runs her fingers around the rim of her buttocks and then stretches her ass hole. Her small breasts are hanging like apples. I could not resist. I have bent down and sniffing at her buttock. It smells so nice, I can lick it. I stick out my tongue and. But their reactions to me were quite a bit different than the last time as they both smiled invitingly. The nicely dressed man even waved for me to go straight in. "Thank you," I half purred to him as I walked past, having to bite back the anger I felt at both of them for my previous treatment. Almost as soon as I was inside, I glanced back at them and decided that I didn't just have to take it anymore. In fact, I was a little embarrassed to realize that I didn't have to take it before either,.