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“Let’s see you on the slats, Mrs. Wilkes,” Harrison ripped off the order as soon as he entered the cellar. He firmly guided me to the kneeling end of the horrible device and pushed me forward so that in one seamless movement my body was upended as it had been before. His hands were warm, comforting and decisive, taking away my nervousness and replacing it with the promise of the sensuous end to which we were bound to arrive. While his one hand battered my poor behind with a fast staccato of stinging smacks, his second hand was running over the surface of my skin soothing away the heat and the bite, delivering me into a delightfully erotic state. My p***y soon throbbed painfully, needing more that just this stimulation. Harrison seemed to sense what was happening to my s****l response,
