A caning and a love confession

Once a year I meet with the beautiful Princess of Pain, Princess Ammy. By four, my pain pangs were gone, at least until I can sit again. The session was attended by 3 locals who knew me. The cheeks on my face blushed. I didn't know them. The cheeks on my bottom blushed too, when I was reacquianted with my old friend, the cane.

 The teaser for my pervs:

I wanted to hang out with Princess Ammy & Gg but SD was in BS desparately texting me on all channels. "I here, I here, where r u." Scooby Doo sent me to BS. My drink was awaiting. It should have been a fun night, but it was a run night instead when my lil puppy offered me his heart on a platter and proposed a 3 day, 2 night honeymoon.
SD and I in BS:

It's straight to the every ladies' refuge. Here's a pic inside. Decked with mirrors, a stylish velvet pink sofa with soft cuddles, and pink curtains, It's trully the best part in BS. I could spend all day in here.

After being passionately kissed, tongued and groped, I had enough. This ET wanna go home. The pic is of SD and I outside waiting for our ride. We were directly under the street lamp. The brightness didn't dim SD's horniness. He's got the choke hold on me with one hand under my skirt. I am sure it was quite a visual treat for many.
 
 Hot, sweaty, finally home and didn't get boned. ha ha... For once, the hunter became the hunted.