I started to struggle, but he laughed and said, "Oh, now you are worried, aren't you? Oh well, you will have to face the consequences." The first slap...hurt pretty bad. It stung, but I refused to cry out. He started spanking harder, each hit with that black paddle hurting more and more. My bottom felt like it was on fire.He whispered, "Beg me, little slut."My pussy was getting so wet. I tried to put my hand back there, but he pinned my hands behind my back. I really started begging, at first not. * She realized that for Pinky, this wasn't funny. He was an annoying nerdy kid. If someone normally ran around with their pants off it might be silly, but he clearly had no say in the matter. But then it made it even funnier. Somehow. She didn't think of herself as cruel, but for some reason Natalie was getting immense schadenfreude. It was obvious that this once annoyingly talkative boy was terrified of saying anything and hated that his bottom was exposed to her and anyone else who had reason. Coming into the Sea of Cortez for the first time, his boat’s keel skimmed the entrance shoal leading into the bay of la Paz. With the out-going tide ripping through the narrows, he’d cut it close, a chance he’d never taken with a load of passengers. But the worry of women and children was in his past, his only responsibility now was to himself as he cut the diesel and glided up to the fishermen’s fuel barge. As was the custom, several locals offered to lend a hand with the lines and tenders on. Kristen felt hopelessly lost as her orgasms only made her crave more from them, she felt like she was losing herself as she begged them to fuck her, anywhere... Finding a tree stump that was just the right distance from a tree, the little men had her put her hands on the tree and brace herself while they climbed up on the stump and took turns fucking her pussy or her ass. Then one of them started spanking her as he fucked her and it started a trend. Kristen moaned and writhed, until finally her.