I got the paddle from the closet. It was about the size of a ping-pong paddle, with an oval head, made out of half inch thick dark hard wood. I handed...the paddle and she took me over her knee again. My bottom was crimson and lined with welts. As she caressed me, she could feel the hot skin under her hand. She could see four red welts across the tops of my thighs. She told me she is going to give me 40 strokes on each cheek and then my punishment will be over. She started spanking me with the. I went to get up to touch her hot body myself but she just shoved me back down. “I told you, don’t fucking move!” she said in her strictest voice. Then she grabbed my thighs squeezed them and slowly ran her hands down my leg, making me even harder.Then she went into her night stand and grabbed something. I didn’t know what she was looking for so the anticipation got me even hotter. She pulled out a dildo and a bottle of lube. Sex toys are not anything new in for our sex life, but she is never. She dabbed a huge dose of anal lube on her asshole and then inserted the first anal bead with a new appreciation for what Betty experienced. Putting ANYTHING into her ass was new and she was glad Master Robert had opened that hole so thoroughly the night before. The second, larger bead still took willpower to accept.She left three or four balls dangling between her legs like a tail and returned with the stool. It was very humiliating typing with her pussy flat on the wood base of the stool, and. Mike was momentarily mesmerized by the sultriness of her voice. When he finally found his voice all he could say was “Hello.”Anastasia moved closer to Mike, closer than he felt comfortable with.“So you are a boxer. I don’t do boxing; it is too violent for me. I much prefer wrestling; it’s so much more intimate. Do you know what I mean?”All Mike could do was nod his head. He felt intimidated by this woman. Standing this close to him, he was overwhelmed by her size. Not just her height, but the.