“Erica, you don’t look like the horny slut you say you are.” I giggled. “I guess I don’t and before I left I was a good girl.” “Mm, I ...uess Ibiza brings out the horny side in all of us.” We sat in silence for a while and drank wine. I lit a cigarette and offered one to Paola who accepted. We had just finished when the waiter came out with our food. When I saw the plate I must have made a face because Paola pointed at the whole fish lying on my plate and said, “cut along the spine and the. Count them out. If you skip a number, well start over, he instructed, and whispered, one. Two!….Three!…Four!…Five!… I counted along. The fifth hurt the most, and of course I fucked up, seven! The spankings stopped, and I was pulled up by my hair to face my previously sweet sensitive boyfriend. You skipped one. If it happens again, Ill use my belt, he growled, and bent me over again. This time, the spanks were harder, and I managed to count them all correctly, my ass stinging from fifteen hard. As his hand ventures lower, towards your secret spot, a warm tingling sensation accompanied by a warm liquid, pools between your legs. Biting your lip you tilt your head back slightly, he chuckles, now applying kisses down your neck and across both your collar bones. That warm liquid continues to pool between your legs, the muscles in your lower back tense up in the excitement.He stops as his hand roams just about your pussy, through the thin cotton nightie he can feel and see the pool of. We'd heavily barricaded the interior of the building's main entrance and had made as certain as we could that all other ground-floor entrances were blocked. The garage doors were secured from inside, and although they were not made of heavy metal, they afforded some minimal protection against attack.Raymond had traded off with Umberto on the Bradley. The plan was that, next time we left the building, Umberto would be their team's driver and Raymond would man the guns -- both the coax and the.