Then she took the rest of her clothes off and lay down on the bed. I took mine off and got on top of her and she guided my cock, which never did get ...oft, into her pussy. I was in heaven. I knew nothing about fucking, but she apparently had learned a few things, so she took command. Pretty soon we rolled over and she sat astride me, facing me. She took my hand and pressed two of my fingers to her clit and showed me how to rub it while she fucked me cowgirl. I watched her face as she got. I struggled but found I could do nothingto stop her from spanking me, nor wrestle my hand away from her tightgrip. Surely she'd allow me to occasionally rub the pain away but notunder Miss Leatherswell's treatment. I could not help it but I had toplead with her: "Please stop Miss, please! I've learnt my lesson." Herreply was short and sharp: "I shall decide when you've learnt yourlesson girl, and it certainly isn't yet. Understand?" Meekly Ireplied, "Yes, Miss."The spanks continued and as they. " A cookie?" Nevermind." But the whiny bitch part."Brooke shrugged. "You're not her Master; he is. Plain and simple. If you WERE her Master, you'd go back and order her to come with you. Period. She'd like that, I think." And seriously take her away from her father? Away from her family? I seriously think he just might disown her if I did that." I seriously think he wouldn't. He'd hate HER choosing to follow your commands instead of his, but he loves her more than he loves his own life. From. The closeness between you and Jason was pretty clear for me to see all weekend.”Claire blushed at this, and with a rye smile, I continued. “And I think we’re on the same page, Claire. The closeness and connection between you and Jason does frighten me a little. Or maybe even a lot. But it also excites me, and makes me happy for you.”Claire looked a little confused and even upset at this, and so I tried my best to explain.“Honey, watching you with Jason at the weekend was the most amazing.