You know, she was right...sobbing away as I had, my buttocks blistered by the very same implement that had created this odd crossed wiring between heinie pain and s****l pleasure actually broke open a dam inside me. I have never wept like that, deep racking sobs that seemed to empty something encapsulated like an abscess, leaving behind a good, clean pain. About halfway through my hundred per cheek, I could feel myself approaching orgasm again. Hattie noticed that the rhythm of my buttocks’ clenching began to deviate away from that dictated by the steady percussion of her spanks, and toward that of...well...fucking.
This time, she took a break from her labors and snaked her left arm around my waist to grasp my scrotum with her left hand this time. And then she exerted a less fierce but m
