It almost hurts, but it is so wonderfully wicked. “That’s it, good girl.” You growl out, pounding on. Your encouragements make it harder, I can�...�t seem to stop. Endless orgasms, my toes curling to the point it almost hurt and I whimper out in pain. It’s a mix of pain with my toes and the bliss of my orgasm. I can’t decide which is greater but neither wants to stop. When it does, you slow down inside me. Pulling out gently, you have me crawl up onto the bed. I do so willingly, and lie on the. .. I had not been missing the hits and previous to myself taking up the profession I had never experienced the sex act, neither with someone else nor via masturbation. I am not ignorant, having viewed the sex act many times during stakeouts and one of my favorite methods of catching a victim unawares was to top him, or her, whilst in full flight. Nothing as crude as a bullet more often a small ice dart, gas or similar weapon which created the mistaken belief that the victim had died of a heart. ” She stared at him. She blinked. She couldn’t believe she’d heard him correctly. She stammered, “What?” “Your ass. You deserve a spanking. For this.” He picked up the letter, waved it around, then dropped it back on the desk. “And in the future, if I’m not happy with your attention to my account, your ass will pay for it then, too.” He let her think about it a moment, then added, “Or I can take my business elsewhere.” Now she knew her mouth was hanging open, catching flies as her mother would. After a short while I raise myself up from the bed, taking a moment to grind my crotch against hers. I retrieve the harness and strap it firmly in place across my own crotch, locking in my toy and pushing and pulling this way and that to make sure it’s secure. I look up from my work and see the big brown eyes, wet but no longer weeping, staring at my crotch in what looks to me like terror.I move back to the bed and carefully start replacing ropes. I detach left ankle and wrist first, re-tying.