I only talked to him a few times after the initial whipping. On one occasion, I handed him my riding crop and bent over for him. I learned quickly tha... Mr. Darrell did not have a playful attitude when it came to punishment. He whipped my ass methodically, without saying a word. There were a few subsequent encounters where I got over his lap and he spanked me with his hand. Even that hurt like hell initially, but the rewarding afterglow was worth it all.When I was in college I could hardly wait. Without a word, Helen slid past me into the seat. When I, slightly bewildered, got into the car and turned to her, she immediately shifted close. With a strangled voice, fronting me, she said: -“I’m in trouble, and it’s your fault, Ben. I need to talk to you about something that worries me.”I said nothing. I could not think of anything to say. Somehow, Helen’s head came to rest on my shoulder. Her breath played on my neck, giving me goose-bumps as she continued, almost whispering: -“You. I couldn't believe how I looked."Can I please get changed?" I asked, guilt and shame overwhelming me."Please, Jo."She smiled at my submissive attitude. She was about to say yes when-We heard keys rattling in the door lock.I froze."The stockroom," she cried, pushing me inside as the office dooropened. She quickly hid my clothes under the desk.I escaped from view just in time and heard snippets of conversation,praying the door wouldn't open.It was Kevin, the store manager. They exchanged. After a few minutes of lip lock and hard pumping, I felt Sarah holding my neck tight. I understood that she was going to leak. I moved my face from her lips, went towards her left ear, and asked her, “Do you love me?” And I started to pump her faster.Sarah: Yes, Varun, I love you (by shaking her body and holding my arms tight.)Sarah went silent and was breathing heavily. I gave her some time because it was her orgasms which she had after years. I then again started to fuck her. She again.