When I got to the bar. Sara was already sitting at the counter.“Hope you haven’t been waiting long.” I said sitting down next to her “No just ...ot here.” she said. I won’t go into detail about what we talked about boring catching up stuff. At 11:30 Sara looked at her watch.“Shit! It’s late I’ve got to run.” Sara said finishing off her 7th glass of Scotch and hobbling toward the door. I hadn’t had a drink all night I don’t like to drink never have. “No your drunk I’ll take you home.” I said. I. "I know we're moving kinda fast, and that we don't have the best relationship in class, but I didn't know that sex with you would be this fun."Her words struck home, not just what she said, but her tone too. "Then why did you pick on me so much in class?" Do we have to talk about that now?" she asked softly and stroked me again.I studied her face. She was keeping something from me. I didn't know how important it was and chose to adopt my Dom role over her again.I grabbed her hair, gave her head. “Do you like that old man?” Yes I stammered a bit, my cock pushing hard against my shorts, with her eyes locked on my boner. I could feel her hard nipples against my fingers as I squeezed her soft young tits through her bra. Her nipples were rock hard and very large.“How old are you?” I asked as my breathing quickened. “18” she said, “I bet you’re old enough to be my daddy”. I nodded…”and then some” I said.Sarah started moaning as she rubbed her pussy, in here jeans, her hand going. Now strip. I want to see you in all your beauty." As her clothes fell down, I saw Mikes work. Three swollen red stripes, marking every hit of the whip on her cheeks. And her back was red, even though she had her shirt on during the first beating. I put the dildo down and started running both hands up and down her back."Does it hurt?" "It's alright now, but the whip hurt pretty bad." I firmly grabbed both her cheeks and she flinched."I bet it did. Looks like you won't be able to sit for at least.