Doesn't that hurt?"Boomer didn't know what to do. No one had ever had this kind of conversation with him before ... certainly no female. Buffy was a b...autiful girl, and he saw her with handsome guys. She was way out of his class. But girls just didn't ask those kinds of questions in the world he came from."It never has." he finally said."Oh" said Buffy. "Well it sure looks like it might hurt. I'm glad it doesn't though. Can I ask you another question?"Boomer looked at her warily. "OK" he. “Sure, I want to do all that. But not just to pump myself up, so I can have some say, make a difference. Get people to do things my way, see them my way, do what’s right.”His expression didn’t change as he turned his head to the TV and nodded.“Oh, I guess,” she said in frustration. This wasn’t going as she’d expected.“Honey, most of them want the same thing. Sure, some of them are crooks, they’re just in it for what they can take or steal or whatever, but there are easier ways to be a crook.. . my cunt you prick.” He moves from her pussy and kisses up to and captures a nipple in his mouth as his hand finds her pussy and swats her like the bad little girl she has turned into. Spanking and pinching her clit she humps against him begging for more. Just then she keeps her threat and explodes, spraying his hand and thighs with her cum. Squirting like a fountain she lets out a scream as her legs convulse and jerk to every slap.“I knew you weren’t the little miss goody girl, but I had no. I beg pardon... Master...”And again!“Aaaiiieeeee!”The tops of the long white thighs were unmarked and Quentin laid the sixth and final stroke there, drawing a yelping cry of torment from his victim.Quentin strolled back and replaced the cane whilst Julia remained, weal-striped bottom upthrust, white shoulders heaving. Painful as it had been, she had expected worse.Also, she had not been reported to Miss Judith. Thus, in a slave’s world, she had something to be thankful for! At that moment,.