When she explained how to rotate the line the first time, the girl who had to switch ends was reamed for walking like an old lady. Balls were going al... over the place at first and I think more were chased after than hit back for the first few pairings. But Coach was consistent and it became evident that nobody was going to get away with anything and that the only time they would have to listen to her was when someone had actually screwed up. Soon, the girl at the end of the line would run when. You tell me that you want me to bend over your knee. I cross my fingers... hoping you won't use the ruler. No such luck. The first smarting blow falls on my right bum cheek and before I can yell 'ouch' the second blow lands across both cheeks. I try to count the blows to de-focus the pain... but I stop after the 21st blow. The pain makes me pant and I am unbelievably wet... each blow sends an electric pulse to my clit. It feels so good. I think you stop only because your arm aches!I was hoping. "I gave up on finding love. So I took the next best thing. Sex." She said. Jamie almost felt sorry for her, but wondered where the whole conversation was going."It makes me jealous when I see you and Noah so happy." Erin said, as she set the picture back down. "Sorry." Jamie said, but Erin just shook her head. "You know, just being here with you kind of makes me realize that there's more to life than just sex." She said, and Jamie turned on her side, and propped herself up with her elbow. "So. I take her by the hips and raise her. She is relaxed; she lets me do as I want.I make her kneel, straddling me as I lie on my back. I move her pelvis towards my face and now that enticing patch is over my face and I can see her lower lips. I bring them to my mouth. I kiss them, lick them, loving that strange salty sweet musky flavour of a woman’s passion.I devour her cunt. She presses down hard, grinding her core against my mouth. I feel her hand, reaching back, finding my own.