I know that you cried when Kim smacked your bottom and thighs with her brush, so I’d advise you to prepare yourself. Any fuss and I’ll begin all o...er again. Am I making myself clear, my little slut?”Fiona Stevens did not wait for an answer. She simply raised the brush in her right hand, smiled and wrapped out this painful part of the twenty-one-year-old’s punishment.“Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!”“Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!”“Smack!” “Smack!”. He could sense that something was coming and he tensed a little so I reached around to his front side and stroked his cock through the smooth panties. He began to relax just enough and when he did I pressed the tip of the butt plug against his ass. He was a little startled at the coldness but I pressed just a little harder and it slid in, just past the outer muscles. I pulled it out and then pressed a little harder and then repeated it over and over until I was almost fucking him with this. Her upper body still clad only in her soft satin bra. He heard her crack the door open enough that she could speak to whoever was on the other side, and after quickly delivering his message she closed the door and returned. As Donna Marie started to untie the ropes from his feet Travis heard a car horn in the driveway give several short honks before the engine sped away, carrying with it a chorus of hoots and catcalls. The blood rushed to his face thinking of what Donna Marie's neighbors would. There was always a wad of mail, some days worse than others, and a fair amount of it came with his name on it, so he couldn't leave it to the office girls to go through.This Friday, though, the mail wasn't too bad, but it had already brought bad news. The first letter he'd opened was from the Farm Home Administration, giving flat denial to the request for assistance with construction of the storm sewer separation; there wasn't even a suggestion to reapply at a later date. That was fast work on.