I grip for impact. First the strap, several times in the same two spots, then the cat- of -nine- tails several times in the same two spots. Both illic...t a mild reaction to his very gentle flogging and my response to his question, ‘It feels like a massage!”. Sir is happy that he has not triggered my c***dhood punishment trauma. It is the next implement that makes me think twice. The riding crop. Although still gentle in its application, it is the location that causes the discomfort. My fanny.. " He hoped she didn't demand to see. Thenursery was out of bounds as well as out of signal range."Well, whatever. Get in the shower. There are fresh clothes on thebed." She clearly didn't believe him, but didn't have the time to callhim on it. "Now! Get moving!"He didn't need to be told twice.In the shower, he closed his eyes and thought of Olivia. Of her longneck. How he could see the outline of her bra through her top. Theway her jean shorts hugged her thighs."Ryan! What are you. ” And with that, she pressed the tip of her dong up against my hole. It wouldn’t go in.“Relax. Imagine you’re pressing out a fart or something, while I press in.” I was a little confused. I was afraid I would fart or worse, shit. I did though press out, and to my relief no fart or shit happened. The head of her dong however, made progress, and I could feel it stretch me. I groaned.“Oh hush, I haven’t even gone in yet.” My sister spit on the dong and rubbed it around. Slowly, as promised, it. He was so deep and the pleasure bordered on painful, but exquisite as well. How could these two feelings co-exist? His body was vibrating from the intensity though I knew he was strong enough to hold me here and fuck me for an hour if that is what he wanted. I could hear his breath ragged in my neck where his lips kissed and sucked my skin. I was shaking as well, I wanted to make this moment last with him – merged as one. He pulled his head back and said my name as our eyes locked. Oh god, the.