I replaced them. I looked straight into her face as I picked up one of her leather soled slippers and saw a strange look come into her eyes. Not exact...ly fear, but something more subtle which I couldn't understand. I picked up the other slipper as well and walked back to my position behind her. Without warning I hit her hard on that same buttock where the hand spanking had begun. She spasmed upwards from the arm of the sofa. With the other slipper in the othger hand I hit the other buttock. Shut up and let me get on with it..."Rue du Normandie, Paris, November 22ndCaerys' feet ached, her head hurt, her eyes were gritty and stinging, and the cold wind across the park was cutting through the bloodied shirt she was still wearing as though it weren't there at all. She still couldn't keep the grin from bubbling up on her face again and again as they trudged over the grass and gravel pathways.She was free! It wasn't how she'd imagined it — she'd hardly dared imagine it, often — but it. After everything was working I was proud of myself. I had a good strong gate that opened easily and I only had to use one of the special insulated gate-hooks for the fence to disconnect it while I opened the gate or moved horses in or out.After snagging Red and pulling him away from his mealtime I saddled him again and rode back to the cave for my own lunch, even if it was a couple of hours late.With lunch over I had some unfinished business to tend to. Finding the horses in the first place and. “We did it,” he said, shifting his hips to wiggle his cock inside me like a victory dance. “Go us!” I laughed, holding up my hand for a high five. His cock flexed inside me as he laughed back and gave me a high five. He stayed there, balls deep, for a while. He was giving me more time to get used to him, because phase two of this plan was gonna be the fun part. After a bit, he reached up and started playing with my breasts, kneading them gently and rubbing my nipples. At first, I thought it was.