. pulling her down onto my fully hard, rearing, upright long thick cock.I hold her there. Hard. Feeling her shuddering – her body reeling from the ...udden impaling thrust.I move my hands then – sliding my arms through on each side of her and bending them upward, so that my hands come to rest: one on each of her shoulders. I grab onto them roughly and buck my hips up violently against her – pulling her down onto me by the shoulders while pushing up with my hips. She begins to move up – nearly. Hence I find myself staring at the bewildering array of colorful and useless knickknacks, and jewelry, and what have you. I was utterly lost, and wasn't thrilled with the assault of cookie-cutter, meaningless music that blared over the speakers of the store. You can imagine, then, that I did not object when an employee came to offer my services with a simple "Can I help you find something?"Now, I assure you, I quite knew the answer to such a question. But I was taken aback by my questioner. I. You force me down to me knees and then bend me over until my shoulders are touching the mattress. You grab the belt and start angrily smacking my ass. It doesn’t take long before my ass is bright red and you know if you spank me anymore I really won’t be able to sit for a week. Still wanting to continue the beating you smack my thighs with the belt a few times, then give me a few strikes across my back. You throw the belt down in front of my face to tell me your done. I’m relieved as my body is. I was a mere freshman, and it was very soon made clear to me that it was way beneath her dignity as a senior to even acknowledge my existence, and I was not to make any kind of contact with her if I saw her around school. Becci drove herself to and from school, and insisted there was no way she was going to give me a ride, as her status would really suffer if she was seen with me, so I had to go on the bus. Mom and Dad actually let her get away with this shit, and even increased her allowance.