I intend to keep the original stories, but I have retyped one of the shorter tales. It is told from the perspective a Burmese maid working in the hous...ehold of some long-forgotten English colonist, but the story must have been written by an Englishman. There is no way to tell if the story is fictional or if it is based upon something that actually happened. Regardless, I am sure that it will be on interest to you since you have always been a devotee of the cane. When I have time, I will. This new form of having a wee was enormous fun but Selena’s bladder was not even close to being empty. She finished her leak with a delicious burst of piss from her open pee hole that jetted past her curly pussy hairs and sprayed the sodden cardboard with one last dose of hot urine.Not even close to being spent Selena stood from her toilet squat and dashed over to where the filing cabinets placed up against the wall ended. Her nipples were as hard as rocks as she aimed her pussy slit towards. "You will have to be punished for that, so you remember not to do thatagain," she continued."Yes Mistress," was his only reply.After he had finished eating his own dinner and cleaned up the kitchen,She summoned him back to the living room. She made him remove his shoesthen kneel on the sofa facing the back with his feet handing over theseat. She got out a steel rod swinging it whistling through the air."Count," She ordered swinging the rod powerfully landing a stinging blowacross his right. ”“Dave, she is a selfish Bitch, get her out of your mind.” “She went for the money, shedidn’t care your sacrifice for us.” “ Dave, I can make you forget.” Mary pulled me by the arm.“Dave, let’s go down stairs.” She had a devilish smile. The basement brought back memories of the times we spent together as kids.It felt very strange to be going down their with my lover.Mary leaned against the pool table and pulled me toward her.We held each other tight and ground our hips together, .