.” CRACK. That one surprised her and got her good, on her sit spot. She gasped. “....learn that easily.” CRACK. CRACK. “What’s the coun...?” “Four, Sir.” “Good girl. Don’t forget it again pet. It would be a shame if we had to start over again.” CRACK. The pain was going deep, now, both in her ass and in her mind. Stripping away all the black in her, all the guilt, baring her soul to him. What she needed and craved... The doorbell rang again. She closed her eyes, the blindfold moist with. I’m really trying to keep myself under control, but the desires and needs this young lady is bringing out in me are almost overwhelming.We stop rolling with her on top, and she sits up long enough to remove her summer dress. There’s no bra under it, and her B-cup breasts sit free and proud on her chest. Her areolas are small, about the size of a nickel, and each nipple is pierced by some custom jewelry: a dragon’s maw circling the small nub, with the bar horizontal. I wonder what kind of kinky. What else was there to do, her hands were tied, her dress was over her waist, her bottom was ready for a spanking and that is exactly what I did. I was a bit hard with the first slap across her buttocks, she drew in her breath, flinching as she did so, but she stayed bent over as I spanked her, first her left cheek and then her right. We had more spanking fun, but now with her knickers rolled down to just below her buttocks, her hairy cunt was in full view. I spanked her with soft slaps, but. Forget her."Angique swallowed. The alcoholic haze lifted, giving the world a merciless clarity. She had moved on, hadn't she? She was over the little tramp. It had been months now, for chrissakes. She sighed. Who was she kidding? Obviously not Tyana; probably no one."You are right of course," she said, wondering at the rawness of her voice. "But there is knowing and there is feeling." Tyana laughed a silver little laugh, touching Angique's shoulder."You tell me," she said. "You tell me."They.