It's one of the hardest physical things I've ever done.I finally gave up on trying to lift my sister off my lap. I was able to push her up on her feet... enough so I could get up, then pick her up and take her over to the bed. She didn't move the whole time.I laid her on her stomach. Her beautiful butt had angry red marks all over it where I'd gone overboard with the ruler. I'd fucked up again.I removed the bottle of lotion from my back pocket and poured some in my hand. The lotion was warm after. “Count them!” she commands, and I obey.I don’t know how many swats she intends, but when I cry out, “Forty-four,” she stops. I can hear her laughing softly. It is her inside joke. She knows that I am forty-four years old. I don’t know her age, but she is at least ten years younger than me.A tawse comes next. Mistress K doesn’t ask me to count, which is good because I don’t know if I could as she rapidly beats one cheek and then the other. The tawse moves down onto my thighs and my yelps. He slid his arms under her shoulders and kissed her deeply and she moaned into his mouth as he ground his triangle against her clit. His cock stayed buried in her, moving but not sliding.Zei rolled to the side, pinning Vey's thigh between his body and the bedroll and his arm under her torso. Vey squeezed him into her with her free leg, continuing their relaxed pace.She touched his face then ran her fingers through his hair, sighing with contentment. "I love you, Zei."Zei smiled at her. "I love. Once he was fully in, he began thrusting– again slowly at first, but then faster and more violently. He continued thrusting until the muffled screams from beneath the cloth gag became loud enough to satisfy him. Those screams are what caused him to climax, not the sexual act itself. He grunted loudly and spurted into her.As she lay crying on the ground, he slowly wiped her down– inside and out– with a very strong disinfectant followed by a strong bleach solution. She screamed into the gag as he.