And let me tell you, she's had that paddle before. Just look in her eyes." I looked over to her and saw immediately that the mention of the paddle had...brought some fear to them. "If you have feelings for her, then you're going to want to spare her as much of that as possible, and the way to do that will be to spank her hard. You'll keep going until I say to stop. Donna, get over his knee. Now!" She looked at me. Her eyes pleaded with me, but she said nothing. She took small steps towards me. She stepped deeper and deeper until the water line was just below her ass. She slowly dipped down then stood up gasping then back down, doing this several times before she was able to sink down until her breasts began to float on the surface. She cupped the gurgling water in her hands and held it up drizzling it over her head and down her neck, the water pulling the heat from her hair and a slow steam raised from her scalp. She lolled in the water for nearly twenty minutes until she felt her. The light of the moon through the window caresses her face, as he tenderly sits by her side, placing his hand upon her shoulder lightly. She stirs slightly, responding to the soft touch and he thinks about all the things that have brought them together, at last. John leans down, and kisses her cheek, watching as her eyes flutter lightly. John? Brooke asks sleepily. Slowly she starts to sit up, and the small blanket slips down into her lap, revealing her large creamy breasts. Smiling, he moves. " She was writhing back at his pistoning tool, trying to drive every inch to her bottom. He wasn't pulling out as far now, but going faster, and shoving harder with each stroke. She heard him grunting with effort on each thrust. Her orgasm came over her like a slow wave, shooting through her, but rising even as she felt release. He kept stroking, as her climax seemed to bloom into a mass of fire in her rear, but pleasure in her twat, the two feelings riding up into her belly to her tits.