As I didn’t want her trying to stop me like last time. Sitting on my chair I grabbed her by her hair and through her over my knee. One hand on the b...ttom of her back. I lifted my right hand high into the air and struck with a barrage off wild yet erratic hard slaps. I kept the rhythms mixed and went two to three slaps on each cheek. Emma soon began pleading with me to stop. Kicking and thrashing around.But i Ignored her and slapped harder. She soon gave up. Her moans becoming louder and her. As she glanced across to his bedside table, she swallowed and quickly looked away lest he notice her looking. On it, stood next to the glass of orange juice she'd just brought up for him, was a half empty bottle of baby oil. "Are Sally and Mike up yet?" Dom asked. "Who? Oh, they've gone to Mike's parent's for the weekend. Sally left a note in the kitchen," she mumbled quietly. "Oh right," he replied as he studied her foot. "Mmm, you didn't break the skin. I think it'll probably just bruise.". For a week now the newspaper and the local television stations had been playing it up. Coach Summers had given us all explicit orders to keep our fat, fucking mouths shut! He and Mrs. Hollister gave out a bunch of bland bullshit statements, like how it was just one more game, how either team could win, how we played it one game at a time, and one play at a time. It was like in the baseball movie, Bull Durham, where old pro Kevin Costner is telling newbie Tim Robbins, that he had to work on his. ” Then I kissed her again, as deep and long as I’ve kissed anyone. As the urgency of our kisses subsided a little I started to pull her dress up and eased myself slowly downwards to kneel in front of her. As my eyes arrived at her waist level I pulled the hem of her dress over her hips to reveal a plain white g-string that was fighting hard to cover what was already an excited pussy. I paused to look at my prize as Kate stood, waiting for me and brushing my cheek with her fingertips. .