Tyane tiche ek haat pakdla aani swatacha eka hatane lund tichya pucchit ghalayacha prayatna karat hota.Mug ti thodi ordali tyane tiche tond swatacha t...ndane gapp kele..Aani kambar halwali tyacha lund tichya pucchit ardha gela tyane tiche ball pakdale aani jorat dable ..Tine aahhh.. Asa awaz kadhla..Mug tyane ajun halwalyala lagla..Mug tyachi jabardasti baghun ti shant zali..Mug to tila zavayala lagla..To tila khup mast zavat hota…Tichya kanhnyacha awaj yet hota…Tyane haat khali nele aani tichya. He paused and asked me if I was okay about half way through to the 25 spanks. “Yes” I whispered, “you are erasing the pain with love”. He spread my legs, a little more and rubbed my swollen slippery lips before he smacked again with a little more power and intensity. I winced aloud at that one and yet, let out a sigh of relief as he quickly repeated this, harder on my bum and four fingers deeply penetrating each time, until all 25 spankings were done. I was so near an orgasm, but kept. Shoji screens with black frames and almond-hued panes lined three walls, and the wall behind his black lacquer desk held an assortment of swords and traditional karate weapons, common Okinawan farm implements turned to a sterner purpose under the Japanese oppression. His desk was much cleaner than mine (I work in a law office and have many precarious stacks), tastefully displaying a few special items the dojo had given him for birthdays and other occasions. He gestured to one of the chairs,. Lydia followed meekly behind, her head bent down between her sagging shoulders. Her long dirty blonde hair hung around her face. What they planned for her, Lydia could only imagine.When they reached the main path once more they all joined and moved silently back to house. But instead of going into the structure the men dragged Lydia up the path to the barn. Shoving her through the doorway they followed, telling her to join her friend.When she reached the far stall Lydia peered around the high.