I draw my hand back and then strike a blow across your bare bottom. Smack, smack, smack. I feel the heat as your skin burns and reddens. I continue to...punish you and you writhe against me grinding your cunt me. I hear your breathing change, as you derive pleasure from the pain and the lust within you grows. I push you away from me gently and a slight pressure on your hips tells you what you must do. You kneel in front of me and take my cock in your mouth; this is your act of submission, telling. For a moment she hesitated, sitting down on the wooden wall of the box, directly on her spread open pussy. It hurt but somehow was stimulating her too. After a short period to gather courage she lifted the second leg off the ground and swung it over inside the box. Her legs were not quite long enough to reach the ground while sitting on the edge of the wooden wall, so she had to lower herself with the strength of her arms, which proofed rather difficult while holding on to the top of the box.As. ..” I smirked.“ ... a house full of pussy, yes!” she smirked. “Come on; let me show you the house.”She led me through the house, starting with the first floor. My assessment of the size had been correct, and the house was cavernous with only Melissa and her cats.“Nice canopy bed!” I grinned. “Pink, too! My oldest daughter would love it!”“Soft, comfy, and warm!”“Just like you?”“I suppose you’ll have to decide that for yourself. Can I ask a question?”“Sure.”“Do the ground rules allow you to spend. For once Lizzie wasn't home alone - both of her parents having taken time off work to be with her after her ordeal. When the front door bell rang it was Mary who answered it to find the Evening Times journalist on her doorstep."Can I help you?" she asked."Mark James, Evening Times. I wondered if I could have a few words with Lizzie Houston about the attack on her last night?" he asked, holding out his press credentials.Mary took the 'pass' and studied it carefully, satisfying herself that he.