But she did not object as he manoeuvred back into place. This time he was more patient, she more relaxed. There was no mistaking where the right spot ...as this time. When he hit it, the tip moved all the way inside her, just like that. She grunted a little, she shifted, just a bit, but he managed to shift with her, to maintain his penetration. God, he thought, what now? The tightness, the heat of her flesh, was intoxicating, driving him for more. He started to fuck her, with tiny little motions,. I quickly finished in the shower, got into some casual clothes then made my way to the bar. I ordered myself a pint of guinness and sat down in the corner of the room. A good vantage point for people watching. In the room there were all shapes and sizes. All going about their business, chatting in groups, couples engaged in either staring in silence at each other or flirting. I noticed a couple of attractive girls sat on their own. I wondered what they were here for. Were they waiting for. He felt along her back. The skin, so soft, so enticing, was warm but not damaged. When he slid his hand along her ribs, he brushed the side of her breast. She jerked. He whipped his hand back. ‘More,’ she demanded. He couldn’t believe his ears. ‘More what?’ ‘More everything.’ He picked up the whip and flicked it across her back again. This time, even he could not mistake the sound she made as anything but arousal. He flicked again. She writhed against the bed, her dress riding up higher,. " "So how does that count as a fail?" I asked. "You got free, and I'm not 'Missy' any more," she answered. “I haven’t punished you for dropping your shirt on the floor or taking too long to pick me up or driving too fast on the way here or for the look you gave the police officer. I don’t think I could do that now.” "You're still in charge," I insisted. "What would you like to do now?" "I don't know," she said miserably. "Do you want to punish me? I was presumptuous and mean." "Yes," I said a.