No matter how many times I was spanked I was always amazed how each and every spank hurt. I knew though that Auntie Sarah was spanking harder than I r...membered, just as she had told Mum she would. I was in tears fairly soon and knew my bottom was being turned redder and redder. I was squirming as Auntie Sarah’s hand landed time after time on my bottom and the tops of my legs. I cried , tears streaming down my face. I wanted to wipe then away, but each time I tried to rub my. Lucy, her stepmom, only tended to show up for dinner, and so Alice and I were enjoying having free run of the house. It was already ten in the morning, but we were still in our night clothes, seeing that there was nobody there to nag us about it. I had curled up on the couch while Alice had taken up residence in her favorite plush chair. "...that Becky-Anne is a lesbian!" My mind had drifted to god knows where, but her voice pulled me back into the present. "Sorry. I was zoning out. What did. .. I’m not all Domme! I Topped him and he took it well. I wanted him to experience a little first taste or experience of submission. Now, his turn to get some ass. Just remember, baby, I don’t have a prostate gland to add to the pleasure. You’ll have to work at making me enjoy your dick in my booty more. Here, lube me well, or it’s the last time that we’ll ever fuck, okay?” Kara insisted as she spread her cheeks to take Demy inside her bottom.Before Demy realized it, his cock was buried up. There was something sexy in the way he walked, his presence. We spent some time together. He walked me around, occasionally holding my hand. Several times he put his hand on my waist when we were in a crowd. Then we had to part for several hours and met again later.We continued the evening in a bar close to my hotel. After a few drinks we were clearly flirting, and I had already decided I was going to let him fuck me. His hand explored my knees and my thighs, getting under my skirt. The feeling.