You're easy to talk to. You're fun to be with. And, I have to say that you're the most beautiful woman I've ever known. But, I've got to say, you're a...so different..." "How so?" "Well... for starters - and, I mean this as a compliment! - there's no getting around the fact that you're a real tomboy at heart, in that you come across more like a guy than a girl about certain things..."*** Karen was never entirely clear on when it happened or, for that matter, where it happened. Nor, could she. Tess Sweaney, an eighteen-year-old cook was spreading corn for the chickens, wryly thinking to herself that the chickens ate better than her mother and younger sisters. She looked up in alarm as she noticed the approach of the two young men. She knew what they would want, and also that she was presently ripe, it being midway in her courses. Tossing down the last of the corn, she backed up into the barn and moved to scurry to safety. She had barely rounded the corner when she came across Rob,. I reply with a "yes Sir, "and bury my face into a pillow and wait for the blows to start. You wait patiently until you see I have relaxed just a little and let the first blow hit. My head comes back and you hear me whine into the pillow."One," you say.You let the blows rain down fast and hard, two, three, four...I am pulling at the ropes and shaking my head from side to side, biting down hard onto the pillow to stifle my screams.Eight, nine, ten...They are coming so fast, I can't react to each. A needful moan escaped my lips. It was humiliating to have my desire so openly visible, but that just made it hotter. My wanton need to be fucked like a dirty whore overrode any embarrassment. ‘It does feel right, doesn’t it?’ ‘Yes,’ I admitted with another moan. I could feel his erection pressing against me. A few steps more and we were there, my legs pressed up against the desk. His lips brushed my neck while his hands fumbled at my slacks. It felt so good that he had my pants and panties.