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“I would like the heaviest cane, please”, Kimberly said japan into the microphone that the guard held in front of her mouth. “I would be grateful if the audience could remain quiet during the punishment. Miss Johnson will count out the strokes. Anyone who is detected making a noise will earn 10 demerits!” The hall fell deadly silent. Carl raised the cane, the thickest cane, and brought it down. A loud scream filled the theatre, amplified by the microphone. “One”, Kimberly whispered into the microphone. Again, the cane came down. Another scream. “Two.” Kimberley later did japanese not know how she had managed to get through all 20 strokes. But she did. Her bottom was covered in red stripes, purple stripes. She was unstrapped, small made to stand up. The punishment horse had two horizontal bars that could be pulled out at the top of the contraption, and these were now extended. Her hands were shackles to these. She was now unable to get away, with her back facing the audience. “Again, you have a choice between two whips: a medium whip and a light whip. Whichever one you choose, the other will be used on your breasts.” Kimberly chose the medium whip, of course. Carl skinny applied it well; again, she had to count, again, the pain was intense. When it was over, her back was criss-crossed with welts. “And now, ladies and gentlemen, we have reached the final punishment of the morning. Miss Johnson’s breasts will be whipped ten times with the lightest whip. Thereafter, all four miscreants will be standing at the front of the asian stage for ten minutes for anyone who would like to come down to have a closer look. Please remember that permission to use video and photo equipment is limited to Miss Johnson’s punishment. Speaking of which, I see she has now been turned around so that her punishment can begin. Again, I ask for silence.” Indeed, Kimberley’s breasts were now visible to all, and Carl had raised the whip. Each crack of the whip was followed by a loud scream, and Kimberley counting. By the end, her breasts were criss-crossed with red lines most of which crossed her nipples or at least areolae. I had my fingers inside Joy’s pussy. “Shut up and keep doing what you were japanese doing.” He chuckled. small Am I right?” Clara said. My milky breasts jiggled with a ferocious rip of my bodice, and her fingers sunk hungrily into their meat, her thumbs pressing into the pert nipples until they stung deep into my glands. She sought me out. Her knees were barely on the bed. Jill directed one of them to lay on the floor of the limo. The day after we asian moved in I was sitting on the patio having a cup of coffee when Arthur appeared through a gate in the hedge that separated our houses. Sharon told me that she has a couple of people in mind to help with that issue. Ian's hart skipped a japan beat when a swarthy middle eastern man came in. Giving the secretary a confused skinny look.