A minute later he swung and made contact and I about went to my knees. How would I do nineteen more? I cried. I clutched the chair. Five in he hit my ...egs I jumped up and clutched my thighs and begged him to stop. But he refused and reminded me that that swat would now be repeated since I jumped up, and it would be like that with every swat if I didn't behave. Not wanting to make it longer or worse, I resolved to stay put as if it was my job. I managed through to about swat 13 because he was. Then we went to Jack's place and got him. We looked like we were packed for a month-long safari with all our junk tied on the roof and the trunk, but that was so we would have room inside the car for beer.I was the only one who was comfortable. I talked the guys out of putting a case of beer on the floor on my side, since I was driving. Tom sat in front with his feet up on two cases. We had beer on the floor on one side and food on the other in the back, so Jack lay across my tiny back. My ass was yet aching, but I didn’t doubt for a moment. I seatedover your belly, got up on my knees and placed the top of your tool inthe entrance of your favorite hollow. Then I opened my buttocks withboth hands and slowly went down, bending my spine back in suffering,watching to the ceiling to hide my pain. Your powerful hands claspedaround my thighs, and you started to move your hips, accelerating myride, fucking me violently.I screamed and shook my head, getting used to the savage. She met me with a stern voice and told me to sit in front of her and listen to her teach the lesson. She also told me to remain quiet and pay attention or she will have to discipline me. I immediately remembered back to the restaurant and of my confession about my teacher.I could not resist. I sat in my seat and stared at the woman in front of me. I had to admit, I began to get aroused by the sight of Margaret in that attire and the control she had forced on me.Margaret began writing on the.