I was sitting on the window sill, teasing him, as ususal. First, I always like to play with him a bit, just give him parts of my body, slowly strip an... offering only bits of what he knows it comes next, but now he told me: "Stop! Get naked and sit down!" I was surprised, because he usually playes my game. He is very romantic. I never heard him so demanding, but in the thrill, I just submited. So there was me, sittng on the sill, all naked with my nipples pointing in the air. I could see him. ... Harry pushed me off his cock and ordered me to stand up I did and blushed a deeper shade of red as he looked at my throbbing leaking cock pushing my tights out. Harry stood with his hands on his hips his cock was standing very erect and glistened with my saliva .... leaning forwards he whispered ''Turn around Bitch Boy I'm going to fuck your ass'' I turned knowing what was coming and feeling so humiliated as Harry ripped a hole in the back of my tights spitting on his fingers he inserted. Something felt wrong,his nose was still connected to his lungs. What was happening to hismouth and esophagus. New muscles, tendons and connections formed aroundhis vocal coords, that would allow him to still talk, and make soundsunderwater. Each breath through the nose he took, seemed shallower likehis lungs were contracting and merging together shrinking into halftheir space.Something in his flat chest began to build up. Under the seashell printof the bikini swim top, The areola of his. Cochineal.Suffused. Bloodied.My wife can come up a hundred words to describe the violent shade of fiery red that is my burning buttocks, but I only need one: painful.It started a few weeks ago when I was signed up for a silly Internet game –The Race to 2,000 Spanks. My wife saw it and signed "us" up, thinking it would be excellent way to break in our new spanking paddles that my crazy sister-in-law bought us as a wedding present six months previous - "just to keep him in check," she drunkenly.