SLAP!. His big hand slapped my tiny round ass. I continued giggling, knowing this was a game. SLAP! SLAP! "How do you like this?" he asked me, teasin...gly.I looked at him pouting. "Oh you don't? What if I make it even harder?" SLAP!SLAP!SLAP! Each time he spank me it stung. He knew I loved the pain. My pussy juices from my orgasm was ran down my thighs and more was coming as my pussy once again began to ache for his cock. I knew I'd get it, he was too far into it now. "Lie on your back and. Sandy found Ellen's hands and moved them onto her breasts. "You're anxious, aren't you?" asked Ellen. Sandy could only shyly nod. Ellen leaned forward, close to Sandy's face. "Are you wet, Sandy?" Sandy blushed, but nodded. "Are you hungry for me, or for your dad?"Sandy croaked out her answer. "Both, really. I'm ready to be your concubine, Ellen. I want to be a woman, but I'm scared, too."Ellen sought Sandy's hands and placed them on her own breasts, then returned her own hands to Sandy's. Most of my extra time was spent on changing direction. The pools in our district are 25 meters long. That means 8 laps for my 200 meter events and 16 for my long freestyle. I was in a 50 meter pool for the championships last year, but they're hard to come by. It's amazing what that little drill can do to improve your time. Shaving of a tenth of a second on the turns could get me almost a second ahead.I got back to my locker and there was a folded up piece of paper in the grill. A note from. Then all fell quiet and Laura stood, wrists bound behind her, her nipples hard and her body almost shivering from - what? apprehension? - while the only sounds were those of quiet breathing. Suddenly the peal of a clock gong began. Even though Laura knew a clock would be an anachronism for the simulated medieval setting, it still had the effect of sending shivers up and down her naked spine. As twelve distinct sounds rang out, the blindfolds were removed.Laura looked around and saw the they.