Molten pain spreadthrough his buttocks. He was able to experience it fully as he waitedfor a repeat effort. Marty relished his discomfort while sher...strained herself. Not until she judged the moment to be preciselyright did she strike again. The final round of spanks took a longtime and, by the end, he was whimpering constantly, writhing his redcheeks, and taking long ragged breaths."Well, Karen," the college girl said. "I hope you don't give me areason to do that again." N... no, Miss. I felt fairly calm, but I was prepared to beat him half-to-death if he swung at me. After a few more seconds he left the bungalow slamming the door behind him.My father had asked me to spend a few days at Christmas with him and the Venerables. Adam hadn't come back to our study sessions so I knew it would be a strained situation. Besides, Millicent wanted me to come to her father's for a visit during the same holiday. So we worked it out. The three days before Christmas Millicent and I would. Actually two, but who's counting. So, that was never an expectation. I have to say I enjoy the messages and the chats with the girls on the site. Most I have met are very friendly and nice. They write some hot stories as well. But I never really had the expectation of meeting anyone. Certainly not for sex. So, when the subject of cybersex came up in a couple of chats, I literally laughed it off. I mean cybersex? Sounds like an oxymoron. I think computers suck most of the time, but not in a good. Because if we do, let's do it now and never speak of it again.Mike (Smiling): I don't need to talk. I'm fine with how our first date went.Mike actually laughed confidently which bothered May immensely. She just didn't know how to respond so she shook her head and looked at him sarcastically.May: Tell me again why we drove all the way here for breakfast.Mike: This place was mentioned in Sylvia Porter's biography report. We have to eat somewhere and someone might remember her here. You know.