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He was transfixed by the whole package and could barely utter a word. She broke the ice by uncrossing her legs and started swinging them like a small c***d on a swing. As she uncrossed them, Tom got a glimpse of thigh flesh coupled with the purple crotch of her panties. She motioned him to move his wheelchair closer so that she could share his footrests.As he moved close she placed her feet up higher than originally intended, using his lap as a cushion; she knew this was just a ploy to see more of her thighs and panties and didn't fail to accommodate him, as she lifted her legs and planted her still booted feet on his lap. He couldn't remove his eyes from her exposed pale purple clad sex and she nudged him in the balls with a leather-clad toe to make his eyes meet hers, "My feet are killing me in these" and with this Tom pulled off her boots and threw onto the floor. He took her left foot into his hand and started to massage it to remove the pinch marks clearly visible on her. There was a sudden swishing sound and my ass was set on fire by something striking it hard. I jumped and started to stand up, “Now is when you make your decision, if you stand you get to leave, but if you stay there is more to come. I will give you one minute to make up your mind.” The pain across the cheeks of my ass was intense, almost as if a fire brand had been pressed against it. I had heard about people who enjoyed this kind of abuse, but never expected I would be exposed to it. The fire on the cheeks of my ass had lessened but I could still feel it when the next blow came; I screamed but remained on my knees. “Maybe a few more strokes will help you decide,” she said and before I could speak the rod landed again, then three more times. Sweat was pouring from my face but as I looked down my cock was still as rigid as ever; I was not certain where this road was going, but I was going to travel it a bit farther. I placed myself back in position and lowered my tongue to her pussy,.
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I had to wrench myself away from her and hold her by the shoulders. “You don’t need to apologise. I’ll make us a drink, you go upstairs, get out of those work clothes and relax a little, ok?” She smiled at me, happily, and I smiled back. “I’d like that.” She said, smiling again and turning to skip off towards the stairs. I sat back down in my chair and listened to her footsteps. She climbed the stairs at a trot, walked across the landing. The bedroom door opened, and closed again. There was a pause for a second and then a few more footsteps, I assumed towards the bed. Now I smiled. I’d left a surprise for her, on the bed. A new outfit I’d bought for her that afternoon. And a few surprises, dotted around, to give her a taste of what was to come. No doubt she’d spotted it, by now. She was probably already reading the note I’d left, too. She had five minutes, the note told her. Five minutes to get out of her work clothes and into her outfit. I glanced up at the clock, noting the time..

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