..Peter had finished. He stood up, and began walking towards Jane. Walked right past her, back out into the other side of the basement. He returned...quickly, carrying something in his hand. As he drew closer, Jane saw that it was one of the paddles from the Ping-Pong table. Well, she thought, Chrissy’s getting off pretty easy. Jane considered herself something of a spanking connoisseur by now.Peter took Jane by the hand and led her around the sawhorse to stand behind Chrissy. Jane saw. Of course he was twice my size and I probably would have been beat to a pulp, so I didnt make much of a stink about it. Afterwards she was apologetic, but while I pretended to be upset, I was also turned on, knowing that I was going with a girl that an older guy desired. This progressed as I got a couple years older and started to date Kym, a girl who went to another school. She was one of those girls who, while she was only 16, looked to be about 22. She was always attracting the attention of. I am dismayed, though, when I continue to hear Master moving around the house, in the kitchen, the den, everywhere but here with me. I know, though, that not being ready when he comes to me would be a big mistake, so I stay still. At last, the bedroom door opens, but still Master doesn't speak. He walks into the bathroom, and I hear him relieving himself, and water running in the sink. When he comes out, he walks by the bed, runs one finger along my slit, and slaps my ass. Once. Then he. By mid-thigh the bruising is nearly constant, and the raised welts are crossing and numerous. Just under the buttocks, and at their crease, the stripes are in such numbers that they cannot be separated, and the black and purple are constant. The buttocks themselves strain and sway, as if unable to bear the burden of stripes still being added to the countless numbers already swelling and cutting their surface. There is another face, this one black, and filled with hate. It looks down hungrily.