She held my head, wanting me to feast. I started to move lower, but she pulled me up. “There’s time for that later. Right now, I need you inside m..., filling me the way you did so many years ago. I have never forgotten that.” As I moved over her, she spread her legs. One difference was plain to see. She had only a tiny landing strip, all else shaved bare. She was definitely wet, though. I could see that without touching. I positioned myself and entered slowly, agonizingly. Her legs closed around. With all the strength he could gather, he brought his hand down hard and struck Isabella’s already reddened ass. Again, she did not cry out. She continued to stay focused on the colors. Bringing his hand up again, he brought it down with more power and struck her ass. This time Isabella could not hold in the cry. ‘Please! Please! No more. I have learned my lesson,’ and she began to sob. Master Paul looked down at the woman lying across his lap. Her ass had reddened and his finger marks were. I caught her looking at me a few times and pretended on the first occasion that I hadn’t but on the second I gave a small smile before turning back to the bar and ordering myself a gin and tonic. She came over and did a bit of space-invading in pretence at getting to the bar so I shuffled aside, smiling at her and let her through. She turned so she was facing me.“Thanks. Have I seen you here before?”“No, I doubt it.” She offered her hand and I took it and in that instant, we both knew what was. She told me to let go of my cheeks, which I did; she then proceeded to spank me for about 3 minutes with her hand. The combination of spanks with the butt plug up my hole was unbelievable not, to mention this being done out in the open where anyone could come along and see my punishment in broad daylight. She told me to turn around again and said I see you’re still hard you naughty boy. I’m sorry maam I replied. Out came the penis whip and several stinging strokes on the head of my penis..