The next day, when she was out if the house he couldn’t wait and quickly surfed porn so he could masturbate again. It was great. It was fulfilling a...nother part of him she coyld not fill. He sought out other masturbators like himself and found plenty. He started masturbating online with them. It was a rush for him and he came hard from that. But unfortunately, he was not able to do it much at home and so he reserved that mostly for travel. When he was away he could masturbate whenever and as. 'God, he was killing me with cock,' I admitted sourly, 'or the absence of it,' I concluded, thoroughly pissed off with the current state of affairs. 'What was wrong with him,' I wondered bitterly as my body shuddered involuntary when his cock came into contact with my clit. Couldn't he tell I was desperate now? Didn’t he know how much I wanted to feel him inside me? Realising that apart from actually pulling up my skirt, physically grabbing hold of him and feeding my hungry pussy, there wasn't. "Here drink this. Should help you relax".I had never drank alcohol in my life as my parents didn't drink. I took a sip. She saw the sour look on my face and said "Wait there" and went and brought a bottle of lemonade and poured some into my glass. "Hows that?". I tasted and gulped it down in one. She immediately refilled and put a little less pop in. Again I gulped it as I was thirsty but it did taste good.I thought she was just sipping hers but half an hour later the bottle was empty with me. Once I am done with my tea I took it to the hall where she was ready with the cane. I just thought she might beat me and leave it. She then out of the blue asked me to strip. I was confused and was looking at her for some time, she hit with her cane. After which I started to strip.She asked me to do it slowly. Once she was done drinking her tea. She asked me to turn around so she can get a proper look at me. While I was doing it (tapppp) she spanked me as hard as she can. Then she asked me to.