The shock of the sudden stretch has caused my body to go into involuntary spasms of rejection. I can hear a grunt coming out of my mouth as my body i... forcing itself off the foreign object. I can’t help but expel the thickness from my body the first time, but I force it back in desperately and fight to stay on it and bounce as my insides continue attempt to reject the soapy girth. The deep pounding I give myself quickly tires me and feels wonderful but it can never bring me to orgasm. This is. I figured it was an accident, except that it happened again. I looked at Heather, but she was looking at the tube. Then it happened once more, only the hand kind of rubbed my cock. Again, Heather was looking somewhere else. She didn’t say a word and she didn’t look at me.There were so many things I didn’t know then, one of them being how much pleasure the touch of another could bring. All I could think about was rub and stroke and come, really. My idea of foreplay, if I had any idea at all, was. Right side then left as Isqueal, and then it strikes me right on my open,stretched, now pink asshole. I sob as my bladderreleases and I wet the paper. Relief and torment. Hegrabs me out of my puddle and I land across his wideknees in a nearby chair. “You were a bad puppy.”I do not question why I was bad; only fear/welcome mypunishment. He spanks my bottom with his big hands overand over. It hurts me and my sobs are louder. Istruggle and it only makes it worse, my ass is on fireas he. I would lay back and cover him with the blankets, telling him he couldn’t come out from under the blanket until morning. He just loved this scene and sucked on my cunt until I came. Sometimes I fell asleep with his face in my buried in my crotch.A week went by. I was in my studio working on the computer when Tim came home. He could see I was in a crappy mood and asked if he could do anything to help. Sarcastically, I told him the only thing that he could do was to pose nude for me, as I was.