A few minutes later she stood up and kissed me. “Are you ready to punish me now sir?” she asked softly as she held my cock.I nodded.“These last ...ew times sir I have noticed that your cock gets very wet around the tip when you hit me,” she said. “Does that mean that the more pain you inflict the more exciting it is for you?”I had to smile. She was very observant.“I like to see that on a man,” she said, “a cock dribbling with excitement. I would like to see yours dribble sir; very wet from the. Off in the distance, she sees a shimmer of red and orange light, like the embers of a campfire. Clouds of black smoke rise from it slowly. She had heard earlier in the day that there was a fire at some junkyard by the docks. Aya blinks her eyes slowly as she witnesses the last gasps of the dying flames, then turns away, her attention swaying like a blade of grass. Aya shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her bare calves rubbing. She takes a bite of her popsicle -- bad popsicle. I drop the whip preferring to use my hand on her, I put one hand on her pussy, sliding my middle finger inside of her, and bring the other onto her ass cheek with a SMACK. She thrusts forward grinding into my hand as I smack her. Again I smack her, this time on the other cheek, and again she moans and grinds into my hand. I smack her for a third time, and I feel her pussy clench against my finger as I can feel her nearing an orgasm, so I quickly remove my finger. She says “no” with. "Yes thats only part of it, its the modesty that sells it." She saysShe gasp as she sees my hands."Your hands Iden?" She says."Oh don't worry they will be okay." I say.Before I am even done speaking I feel the shift happen, I wave my hands in front of her."All better." I say."You know growing up you were always just uncle Idin, who the others all respected, the only male I was raised to respect. I always figured there was a reason, the age thing, but there is really nothing we could ever do to.