He pulled it away at the last minute, laying it down on the desk, and taking up the paddle, he brought it crashing down into her bottom. She yelped i... shock, still hovering on the verge of orgasm, as he began to beat her—there was no other word for it—with the heavy wooden implement, holding her down in his lap and hitting her over and over and over. The first three or four blows she took easily enough, but after that it started to hurt. He beat her steadily, left right, left right,. Though frightened and apprehensive, Stacey wasnot immune to all that loving attention.Mr. Biggenstiff then directed his attention and his washcloth to Stacey'schest and [blush] nipples -- which he seemed to spend a great deal oftime washing.Stacey quivered a bit at the friction on his nipples. An erogenous zonehe didn't even know he had.Mr. Biggenstiff rubbed each puffy nipple a bit more frictionally than hehad rubbed some other of Stacey's pretty parts. Which didn't do muchabout reducing the. " Please Tiffany, may I lick your hand clean?"She removed her hand from her slit, "Not this time, Mr. Blake. You can take a whiff though and dream of how it will taste."Tiffany passed her hand in front of my nose, "Mmmm Tiffany, your scent is delicious." Thank you Mr. Blake, now show me your cock."I unzip my trousers, reach in and pull out my erect cock."I am going to enjoy sucking and fucking that beautiful cock, Mr. Blake."We look at the clock and see that the bell is going to ring in ten. I call my best friend, who would come down to see me if the trains ran at this point at night. "Hi, Lydia." "Tiff," I whine, "I'm so bored; I don't know what to do!" My restlessness makes me pace the length of the short hallway between the living room and my own room many times as we talk. "So why don't you do what you always do when you're bored," Tiff suggests with a chuckle. For some reason, my mind isn't allowing me to come to the same conclusion as she obviously has, so my incredibly.