Twenty-four more blows like this one would make a lasting impression on her backside.?One. Please, sir, give me another.? The ?sir? was unexpected. So...ehow in her present position, it just popped out naturally. She felt even more humiliated when she found herself addressing her old friend so subserviently. But that was part and parcel of her punishment.And so she counted up until twenty-four, forcing herself to keep asking for another punishing blow as soon as the previous one had landed,. "Argh you bitch!" Yells Mandy as she tries to break the hold Sarah has on her hair, she stays firmly sat on top of Sarah and pulls her clenched fingers back, eventually forcing Sarah to let go of her hair, she then swiftly grabs her wrists and pins them back down to the floor."You're going to regret doing that you fucking whore!" Mandy sternly warns."Looks like we're going to have to do this the hard way..."Mandy now moves herself up a little further on top of her victim, sitting down right on. He then said "Like what you see?" but I couldn't even talk. He stood up, dropped his pants to the floor, walked over and stood in front of me with his hard cock not but a few inches away from me. He then said, looking at the bulge in my pants, "It looks like you like what you see. Can I see what you're hiding in your shorts?" and knelt down in front of me, reached into my shorts, & started stroking my throbbing cock. Then he slipped my shorts off and started kissing my cock, flicking the tip. “If you didn’t slap my hand away so fast, it definitely would.”She got to her feet and headed to the door. Just as she reached the door though, she turned and looked right at me, “Okay then, I won’t get mad when you do it.”I finally rolled out of bed and pulled on some shorts before heading to the kitchen for some breakfast. I was surprised to find my sister there. She was still wearing that same flimsy teddy. “What would Mom say if she came home and saw you wearing that?”“She’d probably ground.