Smack!You wince – and he slaps you again.Smack! Smack! Smack!With great precision, he keeps spanking you – in a calmly measured rhythm, every sing...e slap delivered from exactly the same height with exactly the same velocity – alternating from one buttock to the other, gradually turning them a dark pink. I hear you whimpering quietly.“Yes?” I say. “You like that, don’t you?”Shivering, you shake your head.“Don’t be silly,” I reply. “Of course you love it. You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you? I. By the time I got to the park it was after midnight, a little late even for me. At first I just walked around, checking to see if anybody was there. I passed one old lady out walking her dog. She and her mutt both gave me dirty looks, and I'm sure she wondered what a kid like me was doing there, but she didn't say anything. As I got nearer to the playground, I saw a couple of teenagers making out on one of the benches. They were so wrapped up in each other that they didn't notice me as I walked. It was the same position Betty took when she was getting this punishment. The ice cube made her spine tingle, and she shivered. It felt huge in her backdoor. She swallowed hard and then started performing jumping jacks.It wasn’t as easy as she thought it would be to deliver twenty perfect titty-flopping, ass-bumping jumping jacks in the living room.Cheyenne and Savannah were thrilled by her performance but frequently critiqued her. Anytime they thought she didn’t touch her hands above her head. No one had any idea of how she made a living or where her money came from but people were too polite to ask. Including me, and we had been sleeping together off and on for a while when my husband was on his trips. She shared me with several different well-hung men as well.When I told her of my problem she told me she had a solution that would be perfect for me. It turns out she was a porn star. The solution she offered was for me to become a porn actress. I really do love sex and was desperate,.