He didn't say a word. He just picked up the paddle and movedbehind me. I felt a whoosh of air followed by an incredible crack of woodagainst flesh. ...My flesh. A lightning bolt of pain shot through my assfollowed by another. And another. And another. He wasn't giving me anykind of warm up. He started right out beating my ass full force. Iscreamed and strained against the handcuffs but he just kept it up. Whack!Whack! WHACK! "Please sir! Please!" I realized it was me screaming. We talked and caught up on old times. We then started talking almost ever night. During one of those calls, I told her that all of the guys in our family thought she was one of the finest women we had seen. She was like "yeah right". I told her if she weren't my cousin, I'd be all over her. She got quiet on the other end and when I asked her if she was all right, she said yeah. I then started to talk around the subject of sex without saying the words then when I did finally use the word fuck it. After having had her in my office for over half an hour, with no screams or other sounds of sexual excitement, Miriam came into my office and basically read me the riot act. Clara claimed that she was only there for one reason, and she thought I looked 'nice enough' to be the dude that did the deed."Unfortunately I am unwilling to just get a young girl undressed and start fucking. I want to talk, get to know her better, make love. I mean we are investing quite a bit in her education, aren't. Just do it pleaseeee" she begged desperately. Dylan obliged, undoing her bottoms with his teeth, and tossing it aside with the top. He placed one finger on her puffy lips, feeling the heat radiating from her mix with the hot steam they were enveloped in. Each time she gasped from the feeling of his hand, he pulled away, enjoying the sight of her helplessness. Finally, he gave in, and pressed two fingers into her. She leaned her head back, moaning, and arched her back, pressing her hips into.