The Principal’s belt was still dangling in her sight.Is he is going to spank me? In all her life, she had never been treated so. She imagined the pa...n of the belt connecting with her bare buttocks, its stinging bite and the tears of pain that she would cry. The idea suddenly seemed so incredibly appealing.‘As long as you fuck me afterward,’ she mumbled through her silk gag, ‘and then I will watch as my father sets the dogs on you. Then maybe I’ll piss all over your bloodied remains.’ Anger. Her moans increased as I pumped away at her cunt, stopping only for a second or two to reach up with my hand and make her suck on my fingers covered with her juices. For several minutes we played this scene until, "Fuck me" she said, then louder, "FUCK MY FUCKIN" CUNT" and I took off my bottoms and climbed onto the bed in between her legs and immediately shoved my cock into her cunt and began to fuck her hard and fast. For several minutes I pumped away at her cunt until I decided on a change. Smith didn't even have a tattoo or a beard."Youth must be served," the big man said, leaning back on the cage and stroking his chin. He looked contented, professorial, stoic; one of those at least."That's the God-honest," I said, forcing myself not to stick my hands in my back pockets."What's next?" he asked, wrinkling his high forehead."This Smith boy doesn't get some hits pretty soon, you go back to first and maybe we send him down. I think your outfield days are over." Alleluia," he said. My arms were fully stretched either side of Mum's shoulders. I watched her face as I entered her for the first time...and probably the last. That first thrust went in all the way to the hilt. Mum turned her head to the right and kept her eyes closed. But I thought if she bit her bottom lip any harder it would start to bleed. I spent the first two of three minutes on long, slow strokes; I didn't want to come too soon. When I thought I was in control I allowed my grinding to speed up. I got up to.