A psychological orgasm started building up in me. I wanted him to fuck me brutally, to take what he wanted, to use my body. I wanted the pain that cou...d come from him fucking my tight ass as hard as he could thrust. I started to urge him to fuck me harder. Somehow I managed to wrestle my hands out of his grip, and I clawed at his back while he continued to fuck my ass faster, harder and deeper. Again he pulled my hands over my head. ‘You’re mine, I control you,’ he told me again. ‘Yes, you. The metal buckle is clinging around, and it makes me even more nervous. Before you take the first swat, you run your hand across my bottom, lifting my shirt and leaving me exposed."Next time," you say, "you'll listen to me. I should never come home to a disobedient girl ever again." Your tone is harsh and unwavering. I get goosebumps, and I'm not sure if you notice. Either way, you proceed with the punishment.I can feel each sting, and I can feel my cheeks growing redder and redder with each. "Karen insisted when she found out, and she's the only person I everseen that could out stubborn the old man." Matt grinned. "She's alsoexpecting a phone call and an invite for this weekend to welcome thesister she never knew she had into the family."They walked in silence the rest of the way to the car. Matt held thedoor for Becky to get in the back, then did the same for Kat then leaneddown to the window and said. "From the video it looks like your self-control is getting allot better.". ”She had to admit that she was fascinated by the place. Besides, she didn’t want to stand out in the rain. “All right…. I guess,” she said.She followed the man into the dark confinement of the club, and left her suitcases at the door. It was smelly with alcohol and smoke. There wasn’t much inside the place, a few dozen tables around a long ramp that led up to a stage with curtains at the sides. There was also a bar with a mirrored wall with liquor bottles on shelves. “I’m Jim Steele,” he said..