Miabelis nodded to the hotel across the way. “Tomorrow,” was all she said and went her own way. I watched her magnificent ass, careful not to be s... obvious in the event others from her company might notice.“Tomorrow?” Why not tonight, I wondered as I dropped my bag in a very well-appointed room on the concierge floor with an over-sized desk and comfortable looking upholstered couch and matching chair. She went to some trouble, I thought, and headed back out in search of the hotel lounge. I took. Again and again, it came down, forcing my body to grind into his lap with each strike. Tears began to stain my cheeks as the pain began to overcome my pleasure. He kept at it, battering my poor ass and pussy with blow after blow. Suddenly I felt something change, at first I was not sure what it was, but a realization dawned on me. With each strike, I felt a protrusion push up against my belly, growing larger and larger. Jenna’s father was getting hard as he spanked me. I could feel his. I offered to pose nude, but she said that she was willing to use her imagination there, at least for a while. I suppose not too much imagination would be needed, since she did see me in swimming trunks on the afternoon we spent at a pool. (I had hoped to see her in a bikini, but she wore a modest one-piece suit.) But she took a number of fully-clothed snapshots of me in different motions and emotions. Toward the end of October I had met her in her apartment on a Sunday afternoon, when she got. She tossed her own staff to him as well. A dozen guys ran out and rolled up the mats and removed them. I thought for a moment we were finished. Whitney started removing her gi and I realized we were preparing for combat. Lieutenants Davidson and Jones rushed to our sides to accept our gear as we stripped to our khaki skivvies. It appeared that this time we were not going to fight in the nude, at least. I felt the bare wood floor beneath my feet. Just like the sacred space in the silo back home..