She stepped back and Mia heard her approach the rack on the wall. There was a pause, and then a slight sound as Liana selected an instrument and removed it. The princess paced slowly around into Mia’s view. A slight flush illuminating her pale cheeks as she crouched once more to look Mia in the eyes. In her glasses hand was a small wooden paddle with a round end. She spoke. “My father thinks that I am too lenient with my servants. Since he will worry that our allies will be insulted at the loss of indian their fine gift, I really must punish you properly or he will insist on making an example of you.” She had assumed her serious expression once more. “You will get thirty strikes with this one before we move on.” She stood once more and paced out of Mia’s view. A thrill of both anticipation and fear ran through Mia. She had longed for this, she did not think she had ever felt such intense pleasure, but she did not know if she could endure thirty strikes, or what lay beyond. That tinge of fear only made the thrill greater. She blushed at her desire, how scandalised the other maids would be if they knew. Once more Liana placed her hand on the small of Mia’s back, gently stroking. Mia felt herself relax under the soft touch. “Are you ready to continue your punishment Mia?” “Yes Ma’am.” The swat of the paddle was unlike the previous blows. Mia let out a cry as she flexed with the stinging pain. Lianas hand still rested on her back, and the princes stroked her gently as the burning heat spread. Mia cried out again at the next blow. Liana struck her now with a slower rhythm. There’s more sloppy passion in this kiss as our tongues quickly thrash about. Swaying and moving my hips more and more in beat to the music until I was as close as I could to her indian moves. Sure I lost my job, my friends, and family. Jenn reaches out and takes my cock in her hand and starts stroking. “Ow!” she yelped as she gave herself a hard pinch on the underside of her forearm, a surprisingly sensitive spot. I grab her hand in mine and lead her into the living room where Emily and my mom are awfully cozy on the loveseat. And it felt so good to me, that I didn't wanna stop. “Coffee machine is giving me some trouble, Mrs. Rodriguez!” Gretchen called back the wood panel lined walls of the hallway connecting her voyeuristic masturbatorium and her boss’ office, before quickly blurting out “ – no need to worry, though! Donna said that she wanted to have sex with me for a few weeks but knew it was wrong. He ran back up again and squeezed her clit between his fingers. They licked each other, gathering my jizz. Her cunt was so sloppy. This made her even hornier than before and she new she had to have him. “She will,” Sven chuckled. "You stupid girl, I knew you liked pain but I wouldn't have thought you were into cutting yourself. The urge to place myself between her and the Master - so she would shoot me rather than him, is everything to me. But I cannot move an inch. Every woman should get a chance to be fucked by such a specimen of a fierce and scary gentle-man. I tortured her with pleasure until I saw her chin finally go slack, and her tongue slide out to venture into her sister’s slit. My brain was not engaged, but my eyes must have told my member what glasses was happening, and my member liked what my eyes saw. Seeing a cooking in progress shed light on the harsh reality of what she was really part of. This same transformation was the reason that I then started a different chant in the sacred tongue.