Today I have to wear instead of my ski outfit, a little one piece black jersey dress longsleeved, round neck, pearl necklace hooked on, black pantyhos... and 4 inch spike heels, over this a little car jacket that exposes all of my legs. My hair is up in a bun, with a little scunchee, so I have that "pebbles" look, small strands of my hair fall out down my neck and sides in little ringlets. With gold dangling earrings I'm given a little purse, and told to put nail polish, and clear polish in. I returned to the bed and sat down. That’s when I learnt the meaning of not being able to sit down after a spanking. I jumped back up and grabbed my bottom. Sharon laughed. I laughed while rubbing my bottom and scrunching up my face. Even so, we sat and joked about how discipline had turned in to lovemaking. Well, actually I sat on a very thick cushion as my bottom stung madly. We decided to keep both our disciplinary arrangements and our lovemaking just between ourselves; but we knew in time. I wiped my fingers off on the burning skin of her butt and planned the next round. Perhaps moving to the other side might even out the damage to her swollen ass cheeks. Six more cracks echoed through the room, along with more grunts and muffled sobs. Her ass was beginning to turn a purple-red color on the areas that took direct hits from the wooden paddle, while the rest was still crimson. There were also a few blood blisters that had formed; some had even burst, leaving behind little. And here I was now, needing so badly to feel his fingers play with my throbbing clit, or push inside me. I told him so as well, but he just smiled and said "I think I'll keep you waiting for now, hearing you beg is so much fun!" "You swine" I said, giggling "Hey," he protested "That's not very nice; I think you need something in your mouth to stop you talking like that. Come and show me how you like to suck cock". Well, I didn't need any further encouragement. I.