Please fuck me hard. I want you to hurt me – because I trust you.”“Put your hands behind you, Sara, and clasp them as if they were locked togeth...r. You cannot release them until I tell you that you can.”She leaned forward slightly and clasped her hands together.“Now, Sara, I want you to lift up until just the head of my cock is inside your cunt, then drop down hard onto my lap, just once.”I put my hands under her ass and helped her lift until I was barely inside her, then removed my hands, and. She had been here before, a repeat offender, and had been caned repeatedly throughout her years at school, Bella was one of those girls who was sort off into it, and we all suspected there was more going on behind that masters door, than Bella was letting on about.Another girl, Sandra, agreed with Bella on the timing and indeed I was due in days, being asked to confirm this, he added, 'We dont want you making a mess of my floor', a crude reference to my womanly monthlies.Other girls, more. After a month, Daniel was fairly settled into his new homestead. On the outside, his home and barn looked like any other. On the inside, he had modern items to make life more comfortable. He wanted more protection from the elements than the typical settler had in this day and age.He immediately made friends with the owner of the general store because he ordered a plow on their first meeting. The owner was happy to have an expensive sale. Plowing was hard work, but Daniel did it. It was already. Nothing serious but rather playfully, we both began to goad the other into betting just a little too much for what would prove to be too little in the hand. Almost feeling like a teen girl must when flirting, I continued to playfully push him, until he suddenly made the bet that would change everything...."How about THIS, if you're so sure...?" He asked. "Loser....sucks the winner's DICK."It was like a smack to the face; out of nowhere. I knew I held NOTHING in my hand; my quite-tipsy ass had.