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eyes ablaze as she barked, “You should
know this! Stand up!”
I launched to my feet, trembling as a
wicked smile moved her sensual lips.
In a throaty whisper, she demanded,
“Lower your trousers.”
We were crossing all sorts of lines,
but I didn’t hesitate. With my belt
buckle jingling in my shaky hands, I
undid my jeans and pushed them down
to my knees.
“Your underwear, too,” she demanded.
My stiff cock sprang out as I removed
my briefs. My dick was so hard it was
almost painful. Mandy looked at my
throbbing meat, then said, “Bend over
the table.”
I leaned so far over that my head
touched the wood. My bare ass was body instinctively flinched from the she continued to provide it. The sound
prominently exposed. A sense of notion. The tension of that conflict only of the riding crop singing through the air
intense vulnerability came over me, worsened my wicked arousal. was hypnotic. Mandy’s breathing grew
but at the same time I was fantastically The crop came down and punished ragged, every blow accompanied by a
turned on. I didn’t bother wondering my ass. She put all her strength behind groan. Unmistakably, she was getting off
what that said about me. I gave myself the blow. I hoped she was enjoying it as on abusing me.
over to the moment. much as me. Though my ass throbbed, As if through a haze, I finally saw her
Mandy click-clacked around the table. my cock also twitched, and I felt pre- lay the crop down on the table next to my
I heard her deep breaths and realized come ooze from my cockhead. head. Her hands touched my shoulders,
she, too, was aroused. She halted My head was spinning; I’d had my and I was drawn slowly upright. The room
behind me and said, “You’re making me share of sexual fun, but this experience twirled in my vision as if I was drunk.
do this to you.” was something else. There had been an Mandy turned me to face her, and I
With that the riding crop whistled empty space inside me before Mandy saw she’d removed her blouse and skirt.
through the air, and a stinging slap came and filled it. How could I have ever She stood before me only in her heels
seared my ass cheek. I yelped loudly. guessed that what I needed, on some and thigh-high stockings. Her body was
Though the blow was intense, I felt more secret level, was to be whipped by my glorious, her tits firm and high, her skin
than pain. sexy older tutor? like poured cream. Her hair had come
A great hunger opened up within me, “Teach me!” I cried out in a raw voice, loose from her bun, the tendrils framing
one I’d never been fully aware of before the words leaping out of me unbidden. her lovely face.
in my life. I was gripping the far edge of “More!” She took me into her arms, cradling
the table. My knuckles were white, and I heard a rustle of fabric behind me my head against her breasts. I felt her
my whole body shivering. before Mandy’s menacing high heels warm lips brush my temple. Then she
“Have you learned your lesson?” she continued to clack on the floor once gently guided me back onto the chair I’d
demanded. more. She struck one side of my ass, originally occupied.
I didn’t want the moment to end. adding to the heat—and my arousal. My well-whipped ass touched the
“No!” I cried out. “Teach me more!” Then she smacked the other cheek. As I wooden seat, and I flinched but still
Somehow, without even seeing her, clung to the tabletop, leaving my abused appreciated the extra dose of hurt.
I was sure she was grinning. I heard butt exposed, I realized she had some I looked up deliriously at my fierce
another swish of air as she raised real skill with the crop. The hurt she was beauty. I could tell she’d been watching
the instrument of discipline. The delivering me was very controlled, potent me closely, making certain I was okay.
anticipation was excruciating. I wanted though it was. She must have sensed she was my
her to hurt me again, even though my I called out for further discipline, and introduction to kink.

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