Leopold Darden chuckled. "You're not so shy as you pretend, you high-toned imagine Southern b***h," he told her. "You watch and see if I don't have you begging to be f****d, Pamela girl!"
Then, suddenly, lifting the paddle in his right hand, he dealt two hard smacks against the base of each creamy bottomglobe. The transition from languorous pleasure to sudden stinging pain took Pamela Thornton by surprise: her hips jerked, her legs kicked, and a stifled cry escaped her lips. Then she twisted her face to the other side and again tightened the muscles of her jaws, her entire body stiffened and determined to resist.
The light pink outlines of the paddle against the soft creamy satin of her naked ass stood out voluptuously, delighting this almost psychopathic sadist. She had very nearly push
