Now it was certain.He paid the driver and led her into his flat. Two beers were opened; he led her into his bedroom. They kissed. They drank. They tou...hed. They drank some more.His hand was under her dress, in her panties. Now he touched the areas he had been carefully avoiding, feeding the fire of her desire. She wanted release. It was easy to remove her dress. Her bra. Her panties. She helped, desperate to fulfil the need for pleasure within.He removed his own clothes. Kissed her. Kissed her. But as you know, your dad only spends 3-5 days a month with us. The rest of the time, I am left to myself. That bloody Shastry somehow knew this, and he convinced me to do it. But I promise I will never do it again. Please forgive me.”I replied, “We know you have desires, mom, but fulfilling them this way is kind of hard to digest. Don’t worry, mom. We promise that we won’t tell about this to dad.” Finally, she was relieved a bit. “Thanks, beta, for understanding, I will make up for it with you. .ouch....two...ahh...three...ouuuuccch...four...ahhhhh... It was unbearable, tears refused to show up at first but dignity gave place to profound humiliation. "Stop...please stop...ahhhhh...please I beg you sir," she pleaded in tears but the blows came with a higher frequency. What added up to the pain was the unseen hands pulling on her hair. "Learn to enjoy the spanks...they are not going to stop," he said with a mocking laugh. Kavya let her body fall on the rock in desperation to escape from. “Stupid cunt.” I spit on her face, then went to clean myself up. ☼☼☼☼ Clam, clean, naked, I walked back into the room an picked up her limp body. I cradled her in my arms and carried her over to the mattress, and box spring that I had on the floor in the corner. It was old and worn, but I had used it plenty of time for sleeping when I was too drunk to find my way home. Before taking her, I made sure I put fresh sheet onto the bed. Didn’t want her to sleep on cum.