I kicked my legs in pain. It hurt so bad but felt so good at the same time. Tears were forming in my eyes. After about another hundred spanks she stop...ed. “Your bottom is a beautiful shade of red now. I think it is time we blistered it.” “Please, Michelle, I can’t take it,” I pleaded. “Nonsense,” she said, as she picked up the brush. “You can and you will, after all, that is what punishment is.” SMACK, the first blow with the brush took my breath away and caused my legs to stick straight. I decided to take a chance on him, and I’m glad I did. Omar and I started hanging out, first as friends, and then before you know it, we were a couple. Somalis pair up very quickly, it’s part of our culture. I was born in Somaliland, and grew up in the Confederation of Canada. I still remember life back home, and sometimes I miss it. When I tell this to Somalis born and raised in Canada or America, they ask me what kind of weed I’ve been smoking, because I’d have to be on something to miss. . i feel the head of your cock slide side 2 side in the wide-spread crack of my ass smearing the cool lubrication all over me... as your hands grip my left hip tightlypressing my ass open even further i reach down & grip your pulsing shaft guiding the turgid throbbing head 2 my puckered anal opening... i moan as i feel u press 4ward your broad & demanding cock-head slowly forcing my taut sphincter open stretching my ass-hole wider & wideruntil the oozing head finally slips inside me & my aching. This was a surprise. She wanted more. She wanted to be a good, obedient wife, she said, and she wanted me to be strict with her. She liked the idea of domestic discipline.She blushed as she told me all the embarrassing details of her fantasy. She had never been spanked as a child, she said but she had read stories about teenage girls who were spanked by their fathers or their teachers and she imagined herself in their position. She liked the ritual. In her fantasies, spankings were always.