. . ahhh . . ." With every slap, my ass got redder and my moans got louder. "Nnngggghhh . . . ahhhh . . . oooowww . . ." Again and again he made me fl...nch, staggering his slaps as if they were the rhythm to a new song. My breath coming in short, sharp bursts, I looked back over my shoulder and grinned like the nasty slut I was. Gawd, I could just hear it -- their next hit propelled to the top of the charts by a chorus of my sissy cries!A slap on my left cheek. "You're a nasty sissy, aren't. ? You took the paddle and rubbed its smooth surface against my bare buttocks,letting me enjoy the cool feel of it. You stood very close to me your bodyat my side, your eyes again mere inches from mine, your free hand on my chest.Then, without warning, you drew the paddle back and hit me hard. I winced but said nothing. You struck again and again, never ceasing yourlock on my eyes. The paddle made a whizzing sound as it swung through the air,but it didn't prepare me for the ?thwack? and the. On the way there Mary was telling me she haven’t had sex in 4 years, her ex was banging that young chic for a year before he left her for her.We got to her 3 bedroom apartment, walk in and I met her k**s. Mary made some dinner, so I was thinking she only had me here for dinner and chat. After dinner, Marry took me into her bedroom where we sat on the bed and chat. While I was talking she unbutton my pants, I just sat there little bit shocked, I wouldn’t think she wanted to fuck me. She unzipped. With a rush of energy, she felt her astral form enter her body again, back in her own dimension. The expending of such amounts of energy had almost resulted in an explosion. Her chambers had shaken as though in an earthquake, and this time the Enchantress had indeed tipped her chair completely over backwards. But at least she was relatively unharmed, except for her pride, and free to plot her revenge. She struggled to rise to her hands and knees, to free herself from the weight of the.