Rebecca, holding the spoon, took a step forward. Christine asked him if he would prefer to be blindfolded. He shook his head. ‘Let the punishment be...in. 22 strokes.’ Small body, great strength. Rebecca wielded the spoon with power, precision and aplomb. The first stroke landed right in the middle of his shaft, the pain made him cry out. Second stroke in exactly the same spot. The third, too. He was now getting used to the pain, but his penis was throbbing. How to bear another 19? After ten. " Doing just as she said, I walked in and sat down beside her on the bed, her hand found mine and started to stroke it gently. This close I could inhale her sweet scent intermingled with the musky odor of her recent lover. She turned to look at me and gave me another little grin. "Let me tell you, honey, this guy wasn't wasting any time at all and didn't exactly stand on pleasantries. As soon as I opened the door for him he was suggesting we take it up to the bedroom. And that was just fine. I went to her and placed a kiss on the back of her neck. Then I slid my hands around to the front of her body and grabbed her breasts taking one in each hand and kneading them like bread dough. I slid my right hand down her stomach and into the fur of her crotch. Her mound was hot. Suddenly she realized that this should not be happening. But at this point I think she doesn’t want to care. I slid my finger into her cunt and found myself wrestling with the two fingers she had jammed inside her. ” I bent her over the table and probed with my cock against her pussy lips. She gasped again as I probed. I told her, “Anytime!” With that she reached between her legs and placed her hand firmly around my cock and placed it in her pussy. I slid it the rest of the way in and felt no resistance at all. I said, “You don’t have your diaphragm in…..maybe we should… You might get…” With that she moved against me and pushed me deeper. Being so horny I worked my cock in long slow strokes. I grabbed her.