Well, something inside of me said, “Go ahead” and, well, he did. Before I knew what was happening I was bound and being spanked, and loving it, be...ause he kept reminding me of my erection. It was also obvious that this binding of me was something that he wanted as well. I could tell this from his erection. His penis was a much bigger version of mine and it was a very nice sight, dangling in front of my face-I’m sure he wanted to see what I would do with it-well I didn’t let him down as I opened. Slap! This time my aim was perfect and her skirt flew up to her back. Ouch! she cried. Slap! Slap! My hand was landing on her panty covered little ass but some of the blows were finding bare skin. Oh, Papa! she exclaimed, now not fighting so wildly. Slap! Slap! Slap! My hands were now seeking out the bare spots. Slap! Do you like that, Megan, being spank my your Papa? I asked with a hoarse voice. I suddenly realized that the game had ended some time ago. Now we were playing a new game, it was. Jamal looked into my eyes and told me my ass was hot and tight.He loved to fuck a white woman’s tight asshole. His fuck was strong and deep, but he was gentle and rocked to a rhythm that was pleasurable and made me feel like I could cum, without touching my own cunt. I cried with pleasure, as my whole body shivered in a wild climax.Then Jamal flipped me over into missionary position and he entered my wet cunt, as he looked me into my eyes…I reached around to cup and hold his nice round ass. In it, there is a schedule of punishment strokes the court held to be appropriate for the circumstances defined. For example, a poorly-cooked meal is worth ten strokes with the whip."Looking around again, Sally seemed to be striving for the men's comprehension as she added, "Please remember, these are only guidelines rather than hard-and-fast rules. I mean, if she really ruins a meal, twenty or twenty-five would be acceptable."Then, with a note of triumph, she said, "Now, about the whips.