The pain from the spanking was excruciating but a warm feeling was growing in her lower body, a pulsing sensation that rippled out to her limbs in wav...es of heat. Her backside burned, ached and shivered, but there was a build up, like water behind a dam. She was ashamed at the pleasure she felt; she knew she didn't deserve it. Each strike of her Mistress's hand felt rightly placed. Still she couldn't help how she was coming close to climaxing under the onslaught. Her face was wet from tears, her. .. give... it... to... me... haaaaaaarddddd!" "You want me to fuck... you... you... wanton... slut?" "Yeeeeeeeesssssssss... give... it... to... meeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh... oh... oooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh... Christ... I'mmm... cuuummming... cuuummming... cuuummming... ooooooooooohhhhhhh... yesssssssss... yessssssss!" I fucked her like I was a pile driver - slamming into her cunt with every long- deep stroke, pushing her down into the mattress. My cum boiled into the head of my prick. She started. Susan, please, I need your help," a tiny voicesaid immediately casting an image of a very small child. A child notmore than two or three since it could talk. Although far too young foreven a dialog let alone such big words."Who is this," Susan said sitting up slowly as her free hand triedwiping sleep from her eyes. A futile gesture knowing logically that hertiredness was behind those eyes. It would go away only when it wassatisfied, not before and, at this hour, it was far from. She smiled inwardly at being checked out by someone she considered much younger than herself. Her features were simple but strong. Her frame, petite but not fragile. She liked to stay in shape, running and yoga kept a youthful look and her full B cup breasts complimented her size perfectly. Her shoulder length auburn hair had some wave too it, full of body and little tendrils of curls that framed her face. Her soft skin glowed with a golden tan, she held her workout sessions outside as often as.