The men were from a Yorkshire regiment, and by the look of them it was high time they were relieved. They looked absolutely knackered, and stretched t... their limit. Some of them were exhibiting the '1000 yard stare', and showing that they were at the end of their rope. Their section corporal said little as he showed me round the position, except to say that there was little traffic along the road other than the aid convoys, and "this place makes Northern Ireland look like a vicarage tea party.". She said, she knew it hurts but spanking are supposed to hurt and she is doing this to make me a good disciplined boy. By the time, she administered me all the 40 strokes, 20 on each, she asked me to lie in same as I have 8 extra strokes for moving out my position. She gave me the extra strokes across my thigh and the part where hips and thigh met. The whipping across my thighs hurt more than it had across my bottom and I sobbed as she gave him me final four strokes. She asked me to get up now. ‘Well, we’d better get a move on if we’re going to make this wedding.’ Mark escorted the couple back to their car. ‘So, we just go back on the road we were on and carry on until we reach the dual carriageway, right?’ ‘Bingo,’ Mark said. ‘Drive carefully.’ ‘We will,’ Tiffany said as she hugged the stranger. ‘And thanks for your help – where is this place by the way?’ ‘Beckbury,’ Mark answered as Tiffany got into the car. The engine fired up and he watched them as they drove away. ‘Okay, Abbie,. Then I was lifted and deposited on my back on the floor, as Uncle Dave pulled my legs wide apart and slid inside eagerly. The show Dad and I had put on had obviously driven him past gentleness. All he wanted then was to fuck me hard, and he did. His hands grabbed my tits, squeezing and pressing them together, as his hips bucked against me. His cock felt thicker than Dad’s. He was ramming into me full force. It was not long before I was writhing beneath him, feeling him fill me so completely. .