He was penetrating both most sexual her holes now.
Then the hand was gone.
Shirley screamed as the cane landed on her needful bottom.
It wasn’t what it needed though.
Five well-spaced strokes later, she was weeping pitifully.
Then she felt that gorgeous monster of his press against her nether opening most sexual as his hands prised her burning but willing buttocks apart.
She screamed a different most sexual kind of scream as he pressed further and further into her.
She moaned in ecstasy as he pumped most sexual in and out, filling most sexual her with joy with most sexual each thrust.
It seemed to be growing bigger at each stroke.
Her whole being exploded.
The waves rushed up her legs and into her soul as she felt the warm fluid spurt into her rectum.
She could hear her own voice repeating the same three words over and over again.
‘I love you.
It hadn’t most sexual been so bad most sexual, the caning, thought Shirley as she lay at home in bed that night.
Sure it hurt but there was something else that she felt.
Both times, as Saunders beat her, she had felt totally under his control.
The riding crop had made him her master the first time.
She had had to submit to his will most sexual then.
That way she didn’t have to take responsibility most sexual for the dreadful thing he had made her do – that he had made her beg him to do again.
This time the cane had made her feel most sexual it even more intensely.
He dominated her like a father dominates a child.
Loved the feeling of giving control over to a stern, dominant, strong man that loved her – who would protect her.
She didn’t have to think for herself when he was in command.
Nice things would just happen.
The pain was worth it in return for that glorious feeling of submission.
