It's so funny how once you're aware that it's ball nusting time that you're bouth aroused and nervous. I prep you to step onto my St Andrew's cross. You hop up, watch my cuffs go around your collars and ankles, and then I begin my plyful busting. We start with a hand warm up and move towards a crop as well. I want you properly ready to take my kicks. I'm kind nough to be barefoot so you can feel the thwap of my foot top instead of just a shoe or boot. I alternate all sorts of positions, speeds, and strength. I like touying with your head and body. Despite the impact, you're happy to see me enjoy. I'm clearly enjoying playing with you and watching you resist liking my kicks despite the obvious pleasure coursing through you with every passing moment. I tell you when you have a final few left, and count you down through each kick. you're taking so much for me to push yourself and I'm both proud and satisfied. I come up close, holding you and telling you how impressed I am with your performance.