Feel my power over you. Feel yourself submit. Feel your submission. Feel it ... feel it..."Penny looked up at Mistress, and she did feel it. She knew ...hat was coming. She was completely open to it. She welcomed it. There was no need for a long induction. There was no need for another lesson. There was no need for Mistress to break down any more walls. She simply waited for the command."Sleep!"Penny's eyes immediately slammed shut, and she plunged into a deep and complete trance...Penny floated. I started to spank her again, gradually ramping up the intensity. She was gasping loudly with every strike now. She was flexing her bottom, and her panties were riding up, exposing more of her pale cheeks, which were red now from my blows. There’s getting off on something, then there’s literally getting off on it – and Red seriously wanted to reach climax just by being spanked. I wanted to see if she could do it. But not yet. She wanted to moan, but her breaths were cutting it off every time. ”“Yeah. My granddaddy’s funeral, right?”“Yep. Five, six years ago,” checked the effeminate guy.“Yeah, mane! That’s right.”“It’s good to see you again.”“Bet,” grinned the six-foot-two, slender thirty-four year-old.“Let me make the rounds since I just got here. I’ll catch back up with you.”At that funeral, Ronnie was still a novelty to his entire family. He had been openly gay for a while, but the conservative Black family still considered it taboo. Ronnie had been sitting on the patio when Moe’s. I grab him by the groin and give his junk a tug, pulling him towards the bedroom.We are still in the hall when I undo his belt and pull down his pants and underpants. His dick is still pretty soft. I can see it is kind of red, purple, it looks like it already had a good workout. Time for some more. I start massaging the base of his cock and rubbing his balls and he starts to stiffen up a bit. His cock is still a bit damp, from her, whoever she is. I put my face up close to his cock so he can.