“I think I’ll have you tell this story at the next party. Maybe spank you good before it and have you show everyone your striped ass.” He’s fo...ever threatening me with this type of thing, but hasn’t actually done it, yet. “What’s left, baby?” Oh fuck. I'd forgotten about his belt. “Your belt. Sir. Twenty-four with your belt.” He chuckles. “We’d be done if you’d listened.” His hands continue rubbing my ass. The list feels odd inside me--the corners and edges sharp in such a tender spot. Not as. ” “Brad, would you like me to give you a lift home?” “If it’s not too much trouble that would be great…. my sister seems to have switched her phone off.” “Sure, no problem, let me just put this in the garage first,” and I grabbed the nearest thing to me which was a pile of newspapers. As I walked into the garage I threw the newspapers in a pile and got on to my hands and knees to look for a small stone or a piece of gravel. Found one! Fortunately I'd had much practice, so it was the work of a. . reaching up with your hand to take the shaft and caress it. I pull my cock from your red lips and make you go get the strawberry lube from the drawer, as I sit on the couch again. I tell you to take off your thong, let it drop to the floor and step graciously out of it, like the girl you are. I have you kneel in front of me and apply the lube generously to my cock with both hands. I tell you to turn around and get on your hands and knees in front of me, presenting me your asshole. I scoot. .." She insists on training with my team, as I'm sure you're aware. Some days, she's so exhausted she looks like she wants to die. She has had a collection of scrapes and bruises, but hasn't once complained. I have had Little One heal her a couple of times when I knew her bruises were too severe for her to continue the next day. She's trying to train and protect me, too. Before she goes to the ski lodge to meet with the team, she makes me promise not to leave the Retreat. She lucked up and was.