How scalding they were, those lovely stripes. My time upon the plank had inured me to pain. I was grateful. I wanted te bear his punishment with honor... I gasped. I flinched. But I did not disgrace myself. I was proud. He stopped at five. My bottom burned. But I knelt before him and said: "Thank you, master."I stood. He did not help me. He was again seated. Now I understood. "I was wrong, master. You will fuck me when it may please you. Not when it pleases me."He nodded, very briefly, and. Challenges them. Just don't be insulting – never works. I resumed the provocations: “Let me guess... You're in fact out of ammo? Struggling to find new words.” A flame lit in her eyes. The same she ignited in mine the moment she became my project. She was annoyed, challenged, provoked. In other words: she was aroused. Almost ready for the touchy part: dancing. She'd me mine before long. Not the moment to get inattentive. Not at all! “Shit, you're good!” She took a long sip of her mojito to see. Back and forth she moved, grabbing my right arm as I squeezed her neck. Her mouth hung open and her face turned red as I pulled her in for another kiss. As she got closer to cumming, I pulled her head near mine and told her what I was going to do to her at home. I promised her pain and pleasure and her whimpers told me she was ready. Holding her lips near my ear to hear her moaning with pleasure, her breath caressing my ear as she gasped, "Please Sir, let me cum for you!” I gave her my approval. Julie looked at her, glanced at me, and look back at her."He's married and shit. You're legal. So who gives a fuck? His wife will get pissed, divorce him or some shit, and I'm sure the parents and friends are gonna think he's a creep for banging a sixteen year old. But what the fuck. I'm not a bitch. I'm not gonna say shit," Julie said.I looked at her and finally spoke."Thank You. I appreciate it. We wanted to, well, uh, do this. But I didn't want to get caught or get in trouble or anything," I.