"I didn't say stop, cunt," she said, and slapped me again. The tears poured down my face and without further persuasion I dived back into her cunt, su...cking away with enthusiasm. I knew I was under her control now and wasn't about to argue. It was a half hour later when she finally came, her cunt spewing a small, warm load of juice in my face.She again forcibly held my face against her pussy as she rubbed herself with her other hand, bringing herself off again."Swallow it, you sissybitch. Lick. The house where I lived with my wife! How would I explain this to her? As I began to calm down I realized this could be OK. I worked from home. I could easily grab the package as soon as it arrived and have it hidden before my wife got home from work. With that realization, I wiped the figurative sweat from my brow and went back to enjoying my Saturday. Unfortunately, panic set back in Monday morning as I logged into my work calendar to see what I had to work on for the week. The reminder. "Miss Lucy Longbottom?" the clerk called."Your turn, mum," Annie said.The clerk showed Lucy through the cramped front rooms to a back office. In the dim drizzly day, the office was lit by sinuous Geissler tubes behind tinted glass shades. The clerk seated Lucy at the foot of a large cherrywood table. "Thank you," she told the clerk for his courtesy. The table had been kept in indifferent polish, to Lucy's mind. A stout, mustachioed gentleman sat at the head of the table. "Miss Lucy Longbottom,. I started a slow rhythm of heavy slaps alternating between the two sides and working from the upper thighs up to just below the waist. As she started to warm up a little and squirm on my lap, I increased the pace and strength of my blows and put my other arm across the small of her back to hold her in place. Soon she was kicking her legs and breathing really hard. I had to really hold on to her to keep her from sliding off my lap but I continued to paddle her until my hand really started to.