I saw Geoffrey Riordan weekly in his shop where he repeated the treatment, each time bringing on the same wonderful flood of arousal that occurred that first time. I loved it, and my nights after were pleasantly spent reliving the episode in great detail to the satisfaction of my p***y. The days between my sessions were spent remembering the last, and in anticipation of the next. Each punishment went deeper, and so too the ensuing physical satisfaction. But even more important to me, the bond between Geoffrey and me became more dear. I cherished looking at his face, whether stern or soft. I thrilled to his hands and their commanding authority over me, whether it was from the hearty blows to my ass, or from guiding me to the door after our session was over. A quick and complete intimacy ha
