I rush back over to Terry and roll her onto her stomach. Xxx No more slapping.”
I say “fine”, grab her hips and pull her ass towards me. I’m not going to kill you. “Please. When I get on the bed I force her legs apart and swing the paddle from over my head and hit her pussy. In the most pathetic voice I’ve ever heard she says, “please, please don’t kill me. When I stop, her tits are bloated purple sacks. I can hear it in her breaking voice. Every few strokes I can feel the tip of my cock hit her cervix, something most women find painful. I say, “yes, you can!”
I grab a rubber paddle from my dresser and run back over to Terry’s sprawled form on the bed.
