Yet she still had not had an orgasm.
Moving back to her bedroom, she imagined a fictional lover waiting for her. The most believable she could come up with was a football player from school who was superior to her current boyfriend.
“Are you going to punish me more?” she asked the imaginary figure. Her answer was a silent nod.
Carrie mounted her bed and knelt on her hands and knees in doggie position. It was then she started to strike herself with her right hand. The hardest of blows landed on the right side of her ass, which was already sore from the paddling she had given herself. She wished beyond anything that someone real was there to spank her.
“Ow,” she answered herself as she continued to spank. “Oooooo! Ow!”
Without warning her insides danced and she had a loud, shushing clim
