She liked this implement. It was one of those American-style school paddles with holes in it. Katherine tapped it gently against the palm of her right...hand and waited for Ellie Mitchell to re-gather her composure. “Right, young lady. I want you to bend over the dining table and stretch right over – stick your bottom right in the air.” She commanded quietly. Ellie said nothing but walked over to the table, moving a chair out of the way before stretching right over the expensive oak table. Soon. If her nipples got hard, theextra pressure would make them stand out so that anyonecould see them.We also got her a blouse that buttoned down the front,and had a very wide V neck line. We also got her a pairof 4-inch heels. I told her that these were for dancing,and that seemed to placate her, as she loved to dance.As a child she had take modern dance and ballet classes.Once we got home, I told her that from now on, she wouldnot wear panties, ever again.This upset her, and she said plaintively,. "Sure pet, I'll take it out. Humph!"Cindy screamed! Jim had driven his nine inch cock fully into her tight virgin asshole."I'll take it out as soon as I finish fucking this cute tight little ass of yours." Jim showed little mercy.Tears flowed down Cindy's cheeks, and she loudly cried for him to stop.Jim pumped in and out of her asshole. After a hard ass fucking, Jim dumped his load of cum deep in Cindy's bowels. He slowly pulled out of her ass and patted her bald pussy. "You're going to make. Her bowels loosened and piss dribbled down her leg. Tears rolled down her cheeks, more out of shame than fear. She had tried so hard to stay composed, only for her to shame herself at the last moment.Kelly’s thoughts flashed to the events that had led to this. She’d grown up on a remote farm, the youngest of three living siblings. Her mother had become sickly after giving birth to her and had died four winters later. Life on the farm had become hard after that. It was as if her mother’s.