Atlast, her dignity as tattered as her tush, she begged her husband tocease and desist in his punishing of her bottom. "Please, stop," shemurmured. ...I can't take any more." I have no doubt but that you would like me to stop," he replied sternly,"but I have not yet reached the predetermined number of strokes, and Iwould be amiss in my husbandly responsibilities if I were to spare youthe rod prematurely." He ran the cane over the curve of her bottom in aloving and caressing manner that, he. Then again, how many choices did she have? It wasn't as if men would be in a hurry to help her out, given her tendency to be selfish and vain, not to mention expensive. She would probably be pretty desperate by now, he assumed, if she weren't already a slave."Penny for your thoughts, Master, if I had one to my name, that is," Kerry asked Dan, as she poured some drinks for him that night when they were alone."Well, my dear, I was thinking of my plan to enslave my ex, you see. I do hope to see. I wouldn’t be surprised if I was straight fucking her cervix it as so tight. Now that her vagina had adjusted, I could begin some lovemaking. I slowly oscillated back and forth. Her moans were accompanied by her nails digging into my back. Her pussy gripped my cock like a vise. I tried not to cum, but a minute after finally getting inside her, I came hard. I looked at her, deep into her eyes and came. It is safe to say it hurt I came so hard. My head began throbbing, spewing my seed into her. I was eleven, going on twenty-one, when I grew brave enough to find out just what that knockin was about. Don’t get me wrong. I’d seen plenty of a****ls going at it by then to know what the noise was. I’d just never seen humans do it before. They didn’t teach things like that at the school thirty miles away, least not on the days I was there. My parents had the bedroom at the other end of the three bedroom house, but it shared a wall with mine. The house was so old that some of the doors.