“I control my pussy,” I gasped. The paddle appeared in front of my lips. “Kiss it.” I did, reluctantly. I braced myself for the next hit, but ...he waited until I relaxed to smack me again. She reminded me again, and I screamed it again, then kissed the paddle. By the fifth smack I was crying. By the tenth I was sobbing, screaming out my line. Mercifully, she stopped, kneeling by my head and cooing as she held me and calmed me down, dabbing my eyes with a tissue and telling me how good I was and. As expected it was deserted, the only traffic down here was deliveries during the day. When Amy turned the corner into the back yard the boy was stood there waiting, pacing. Seeing her he looked panicked and seemed to be about to run. Before he had a chance Amy was on him, pushing him down onto the black metal steps of the fire escape. He looked stunned and just sat there. Amy didn't have time to wait. She was on a mission. She reached down and pulled his skinny jeans open, with such force the. He groaned in anticipation, he was ready. I grabbed the slippery tip of the shaft and gently slid in the first inch of the bulbous head."I'm going to fuck you now, but you are NOT to cum until I tell you it's time!"I gently began pressing the dildo in his ass inch by inch. I would pull it out a little and then press with a little more pressure. I was amazed how turned on I was again. The power of taking him from behind still gave me a rush that I can't describe. Before I knew it I had worked. Marina reached down and ran a long red nail across his penis. His penis was finally starting to recover from the canings that Barci had given him...the many times she'd put cigarettes out on his dick and his nipples...the time she'd let her boyfriend touch the tip with a hot fireplace poker...."Look at this tiny little Vienna sausage." Marina said thoughtfully as she rapidly masturbated Tulke until his penis was sticking straight out...And he was forgetting a little bit about the intense pain.