.. spanked yes, but not beaten. I don't like to be spat on, or pissed on, for that matter, either (yuck!) - I'm still very much a 'girly' type girl.So...there I was, a frustrated submissive too shy to find a mistress, but then I met Mistress Megan. She had invited me round on three separate occasions, a couple of which I've written the accounts for, just as I experienced them. I was never to contact her but to await an invitation, just like the one I had just received.As I held it in trembling. She put all her effort into the initial stroke, waited to see the reddening cheek blush before repeating the same ferocious slap on her other bum cheek. So she alternated the shots, left then right as Serena counted out the strokes with a trembling voice.By the time Serena counted twelve, I stopped the action and surprised Stephanie when I demanded the roles be reversed. Stephanie handed the paddle to Serena and secretly regretted the force she had used on Serena's bum cheeks, because she now. ” She replies, dropping off me and looking slightly disappointed. I spank her toned ass and pushed her over towards Jess. My newly mangled fucktoy sits exactly where I left her, smiling like a dumbass and staring into space. “Jess you remember Melissa right?” Jess looks at Melissa and smiles politely, apparently unable or unwilling to recognize her. Judging by their past interactions, I’d put my money on unwilling. Melissa and her little sister, Madison, were two of the few girls who. I stood on a chair to get a better look of the room and spoted you leaning against a wall smileing at me. I waved and hopped down from the chair and ran over to you. Mannaging to give the whole airport a nice view of bald pussy and ass in the prosses. Letting go of the carrying case I wrapped my arms around you and hugged you close. You were so much taller then me, but that just made it more fun, I told myself. As we walked out to the car you asked for the remote and it took me a few moments.