Miss Olson took it down from the wall and put it on the floor near my head so that I could see it. Then she said, "Stay there. I'll be right back." ...I of course couldn't move, because I was secured to the spanking horse. Soon she came back with a riding crop and cane. She laid these next to the paddle."Mr. Olson only spanked me with the paddle!" I protested. "You aren't going to use the riding crop and cane on me, are you?" As I said before, I am not Mr. Olson, and yes I am going to spank. I looked down at her, underneath me; so small, almost like a doll. It was weird that I needed her. So feminine. Such a shape. My cock was going in about six inches now, glistening with plenty of juice... She was becoming active. She put her feet down on the bed, wide out to the side being so flexible, rotating her pelvis up to increase the thrusts. I watched more and more of my absurdly oversized cock disappearing somewhere into her tiny torso. Her nipples were erect, tits flushed and pert as. “Now, how do you like big, stiff cocks, Mother?” Sandra asked playfully. “You kicked me out because John gave me a little cock…. now, how do you like getting big ones…. You Bitch!”Gail was flopping like a rag doll now, half conscience. Sandra had never seen the expression that was on her mother’s face. She looked, as if she was in painful rapture, her mouth was dripping with saliva, and her facial muscles were slack, her eyes rolling, as she took the cock deep into her mouth with each hard. I could get them almost totally concealed in my hand. They were completely lost in the Reverend's much larger hand."Doesn't that feel better? " he asked."It feels strange," I said while toying with my stir fry."But better strange? " he asked again."Yes," I replied."Then say it," he demanded."It feels strange but exciting. So yes, that is better than before," I replied."Good," he said with a peaceful expression, one that hadn't changed at all. He looked as if he were totally in control. I.