"And this night, I wanted to get laid."Audrey is back on the balcony again, looking out onto an improbable forest of palm trees.The sun sets, and she ...is showering now. She lets the water stream down between her udder-like breasts. Her hand finds her needy pussy and she begins to finger herself in slow motion. The music is in full power ballad-mode at this point. Afterwards, Audrey spends a brief moment sitting on her bed, trying to remember if she got bagels on her last trip to the grocery. Once again, as soon as I looked at her, she kissed me again…only this time I kissed her back. I reached over to pull Samantha closer to me while I kissed her. I held Samantha tight and kissed her deep…I wasn’t sure why I was doing it or what had come over me…but I didn’t stop. After a few moments of kissing, she pulled away and looked at me. Without saying anything, she got up and straddled me. No words were exchanged…just a look, a look that can only be described as saying ‘I’m going to show. "I did as she said, embarrassed that Ms. Swanson would feel the hardness of my cock. She said nothing as she rubed my arse with what was a bulletproof paddle with holes.Pausing momentarily Ms. Swanson said, “You are going to receive ten blows; each one will progressively be harder than the previous one. You will not make a sound or shed a tear, Carl. Do you understand?”“Yes, Ms. Swanson, I understand.”The first blow was not that bad, the sting was mild. The next blow was definitely one I felt. That’s how your friggin relationship works.’ She mumbled, barely audibly.I unbuttoned, tugged on my zip and dropped my trousers.Sara instantly burst into laughter, which sent an explosion of Dorito dust spewing from her mouth like a volcanic eruption. Then she began choking, so I dashed to the sink and poured her a glass of water. As she drank it, I crawled around on all fours picking saliva caked pieces of orange crisp out of the cream pile.‘Baby, that’s sooooooo tiny,’ she wheezed, slapping.