After ten more smacks, he helped Jazzy to her feet and stood up.“Where is your bedroom?” John asked.Jazzy stepped out of her panties, took him by ...he hand, and led him to her bedroom. Once there, John helped her out of her skirt and had her lie down on the bed on her stomach, ass in the air. He stood at the foot of the bed admiring his handiwork and her ass.That ass is made for spanking, as he crawled on the bed, planting kisses on her reddened cheeks while drawing his fingers up and down her. One slap two slaps, three, four, five. Her hand beat a tattoo of slaps upon my exposed pinkness until with a cry I began my prelude to orgasm.....hard, my arse twitched as I pushed back against her ministrations.Then I came, a gut wrenching dry cum but a stormer nonetheless, the feeling started in my clit as Lorraine slapped it for the last time then went straight to my brain causing the room to erupt in a kaleidoscope of brilliant coloured stars as the orgasm swept over me. My legs collapsed. "Crawl to me Maria. Come drape yourself across my lap for your punishment."So I did. I crawled like the obedient little half Angel that I was, so that a demon could spank my bare bottom.I lay myself across his lap. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my side. My body was on fire with sensations.He lovingly stroked my hair. I leaned into his hand ... it felt wonderful.He laughed. "A woman who knows she can be spanked and taken at a whim is a very aroused woman indeed."I moaned ... my world. My entire being is an imposition.Water: an undeniably relaxing element. When I feel it swish against me at the beach, when it knocks me under it's surface with powerful surges and when it falls relentlessly from the sky I feel calm — as if my problems have disappeared if only for the moment. However, I know that my element is it's opposite- FIRE. I connect with the flames of a malevolent fire; I see myself within its intense heat. I feel as if my emotions are a wild flame of insecurities,.