“I just wanted some cream, Master….” She looked at me cutely, begging me to be lenient with her eyes.“This late? You’re supposed to be in be...- and that’s my special cream!”She looked down at the ground. “I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t know….”“You know what this means don’t you?” She shook her head, short hair bouncing off her shoulders. “Have you been using those plugs I told you to use?” She looked up at me, eyes wide, and nodded.“Yes, Master… Why?” Hunger flooded through me at the thought of all. Now... Perhaps it was only a fool’s hope ... and I’m the fool, she scolded herself. And as for my equally foolish declaration of love... Her fists clutched the bedsheets.I escaped Wormtongue’s clutches, grasped for the highest cloud I could reach, but forgot that the heavens within our sight are only ephemera. There was nothing real to cling to, then or now ... and so here I am, dashed and bloodied on the razor-pinnacle of my foolishness. For no matter his lineage, no matter his strength, no. I did not need to look; I knew he was right. I did not know why; why was being treated like this having this effect on me. I would not have put up with this treatment any time before; why now?His large hand patted the counter, "I think you should bend over here and take your punishment and we will say no more about it." The smile had dropped from his face, "Don't make me ask you twice."I couldn't believe this is really what he wanted me to do, to be spanked by another man at my age. It was. I lifted her legs and placed ourselves in the classic missionary position. Then I placed my dick near the entrance and slowly pushed my dick inside. At first, she didn’t feel the pain, but once my dick went deep inside she started letting out loud moans like “OMG! OMG!” “ Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh” “ fuck me hard and fast you son of a bitch” fuck me harder bastard” “ harder! harder!”Meanwhile, I was squeezing her boobs too. This gave her double pleasure and moanings too increased. I rammed her pussy hard.