My aunt was cool enough to attend my liberation party; cool enough to get the liquor for it. Needless to say, alcohol makes me horny.After the party,...she and I were the only ones that remained in the apartment. We were both tipsy and she asked me if she could stay the night to sleep it off. I agreed and offered her my bed while I slept on the couch. She went into my room and closed thr door, but didn't close it completely.As she fell asleep, I was still awake and very horny. I tried to. I was happy, genuinely. It felt really good to smile again, finally released from my bonds of fear and regret. CJ wrapped me up in his arms and kissed me with his own smiling lips."Come on," I said, taking his hand, leading him to the changing room.I got undressed as CJ sat and watched. I wasn't expecting us to do anything in that little changing room. But there wasn't any good reason to go put my swimsuit on in private. Everyone knew we had been having sex. So it was nice to be able to share. I am getting close, and I don’t think it can stop me. It’s like when you’re jerking off, and you know somebody is approaching, but you can’t make your hands stop doing what they are so focused on… Like when your cock is too close to back down, even as the door swings open. The notable exception in this case being that it still feels fucking amazing.“Wait!” I yell urgently, but it doesn’t listen. It can’t. Regardless of what it may or may not be able to think, it has to be programmatically. "She complies. Nevertheless, he pushes her against the wall, positions his body against hers, and grabs her by the hair. She is pinned between him and the cold tile."You agreed. All I asked was your silence and submission. What should I do with you?"He steps back and takes a towel, twists it into a whip, and cracks it just inches from her ass. She jumps with the sound of the crack. "You get a choice. One hard crack or ten medium cracks? Nod yes for one, no for ten."She nods yes.He again twists.