I was scared—finding myself in that in-between moment of wonder, where my mind would flip through a hundred images for the remainder of the scene. However, there were never any final scenes that came close to what happened.
Tony moved from the crest of my pubic mound to coat the cleft of my ass with the sticky female cream from the liquid channel. As a finger jarred my anus, I shrieked—but silently. He nudged his way inside for several seconds, then pulled out, picking up the leather paddle.
The blows came hard, like hot peppers stinging my skin. I ooed and ahhed and cried inside, but kept my pained feelings to myself. I’m sure he knew the struggle, since my body did the speaking, jerking and twisting as though I really wanted out.
Unlike the times Tony blisters my ass in seconds, this
