Manoa felt her master's tiny hands roughly shoving her towards something. When she felt the other girl's soft behind bump against her calves, she suddenly realized what was being planned. She struggled to resist, but her limbs already felt like jelly, and her master as always was free with his tiny stinging crop. Manoa found herself forced along the path of least resistence, and soon she was straddling the other girl, as she felt someone help guide her in...