Bringing her arms down made a few tendrils escape the tight bun at the base of her neck. Rubbing her sore neck, Melissa yawned and opened her eyes. �...�Oh God!’ Surprised, Melissa felt a moment of wariness as she saw the outline of a man in the doorway of the schoolhouse. ‘Russell Rutger, if you go around scarin’ me like that, I don’t care how old you are, I’ll give you the beating your mother should still be giving you!’ She struggled to keep the angry, indignant tone and an expression to follow. .. I then licked my finger again, and traced around both breasts then traveled downward and I stopped just after I found my wet slit and circled slowly around. I held my finger out to you and sweetly asked, "You want?" You couldn't even say a word, but only squeaked a little moan. I chuckled and softly told you to stay where you were, and put my finger back into my mouth, tasting my wetness. This little game became too much for both of us, as you walked over and picked me up, pressing your hard. . . soft . . . and . . . tender . . . and . . . kissable . . . (stop it, stop it and don’t even think about it!). For some reason I had an almost irresistible urge to just softly rub my thumb along her eyebrow, to lightly touch that faint white line, then slowly move my hand down along the side of her face to her waiting lips. I could almost feel her lips against my fingers as I imagined caressing her upper lip with my thumb. In my imagination I saw her open her mouth, take my thumb inside and. "Stevie, I will tell you, the harder you struggle the more themen enjoy it and also the rougher they will get. The best thingfor you to do is let them do what ever they want and do whatthey say, oh and also what ever Lisa say's you do, period. Ifnot, it will be much worse, trust me. Also the guy who boughtyou is really into 'caning' so the less you piss him off thebetter." Shelley said.At this point I was so confused and not sure what to do or makeout of her comments, or what exactly 'caning'.