If we clenched, I leaned on her forcing her to work on the edge of her power while I had not fully started moving forward in tempo. It was slow going,...but I did not want victory. I wanted her exhausted beyond defeat.I let her lead our dance. She was bathed in sweat. I let her drive the pace at what she wanted, I knew if she thought she was in charge she would not stop. I did not want to stop. The voice in the depth was getting closer to the surface.She went for a wrestling clench that I turned. TL: We need more commitment from you.She: You know, right, how much committed I am.TL: Yeah! I know but we need more. This is not enough to promote you to the next level.She: please promote me and I will make sure you won’t regret the decision.TL: I know. (by seeing at her cleavage)She: You just saw the leaves but there is a whole fruit shop waiting for you if you promote me.TL: Really?She: Do you have a place?TL: For what?She: Don’t act innocent. I know you want to see what’s between my. She liked to watch the planes because in her flights of fancy she was on one of them heading to Rome or London or some other place far away. She heard him come up from behind her this time. She stiffened up quickly. He was kissing her neck, like he always did, and then placing his hands on her hips, like he always did. Now she felt she hated him. Now she felt she could do what she’d needed to do for a long time. She also knew she had to stay present if she was going to follow through with her. “No wonder she is wilful then.” Uncle Dave said. “Slaves need to know who is the Master.” With that he grabbed me and threw me across his knees. With my hands cuffed behind me, he found it easy to hold me in place with one hand, despite my struggling. I felt my nightdress pulled up over my back leaving my bottom fully exposed, then his hand came down hard. I yelped with the stinging pain of it, kicking my legs as the hand came down again, and again, me squirming and squealing with each stroke..