‘I’m so sorry, Master. I will never do it again,’ I whispered. He threw my inconvenient clothes out of the way and then shoved himself inside of...me, not bothering to take time for any kind of foreplay. I couldn’t hold back the loud moan that followed. I was already wet and ready for him. How much I missed the pain. How much I missed having him inside of me! He didn’t talk to me, but I could feel his words with every single thrust as he pounded in and out of me. He wanted more, I wanted more!. ”“I’m sorry, Mistress, I didn’t...”“No, I can see you didn’t.” Allison’s annoyance was not in any way synthetic. She was irritated by the way that Lionel was obviously not taking the tasks she had assigned him seriously. “This is all very comfortable for you isn’t it? You get to indulge yourself and I’m beginning to wonder what I get out of it. I think you’ve earned some more attention to your backside.”Allison could see that Lionel looked worried, no doubt recalling his first beating at her. Dorinda temporised. ‘This girl your Dave is to deliver: what is she? What do you expect of her? If you’ll tell me we won’t be so at cross purposes.’ ‘Of course, love. Sensible girl,’ Mark d****d himself in a chair facing her and eyed his guest as though striving to gauge the effects his words would have. ‘Frightfully simple, really,’ he said airily. Dorinda listened. The way Mark told it made everything sound exquisitely simple. Frightfully so! ‘The fantasy had always been there,’ he explained. We soon had our tongues down each others throat and hands in each others underwear. We were really enjoying ourselves and had moved into a small side room. I had her up against the wall, and was about to move into knee trembler mode, when Tanya suddenly went a sickly shade of green; she pulled her mouth away from my invasive tongue, turned her head and projectile vomited half of the buffet she had consumed, all over the carpet. That put a bit of a damper on any more sexual adventures with her.