newlifeahead: Isabel leaned over the strange padded bench as directed. Her Master told her to count
newlifeahead: Isabel leaned over the strange padded bench as directed. Her Master told her to count as each strike as it found it’s mark She counted as each slow methodical connection was made. She was not certain when she stopped counting, but she was distracted by the dampness seeping down her legs, shocked at her own excitement, she grew flustered. Stammering she said. “my apologies Sir, I do not know what number we are on”. Johan chuckled softly, leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “Little one,you must not let yourself get distracted by the pleasure you feel with this little pain. Now? you will feel harder, Focus!.” There was a loud and painful smack, she whimpered, breathlessly saying, “One”. Johan heard her controlled breathing, he waited a long seemingly endless moment, letting her ponder on the next strike, instead, he kissed her in the same location. He allowed his tongue to roam, with intermittent kisses, her hips automatically rocked in motion with his tongue, He felt a twinge in his tight leather pants and decided, it was time for her to taste his juices instead…….((TN)) -- source link
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