Another kiss. Mr. Jones-Smyth kissed me as well; then slid the cane handle first, down my naked back. Miss Frothinglips—forgotten ‘til now—deftly retrieved my betrothed’s semi-hard cock from his trousers. Under her clever fingers, it rose in salute. A stool under his feet, and the rampant snake was brushed over my cheek. The sharp CRACK of rattan was paired with instant pain drawn in a line across the most bulbous part of my rearward anatomy. My opened mouth exclamation; swiftly silenced with the hot head of a swollen prick. I did not hesitate, but suckled as if teething.
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I did not know Rollin Hand on any level, other than being one of the first authors that I can remember following back in the days of Yahoo spanking forums. His last post was May 29th, 2007 when he announced he was taking a break for reasons of health. According to fellow authors that knew him, he passed away around ten days later. His intricate and clever writing will be missed. He recently started publishing under the pen name Jordan St John. Farewell Rollin. You will long be remembered with fondness in the BDSM community.