He started bawlin' an' cursin' whoever wuz doin' this to him an' beggin' for mercy. Well, I didn't have no mercy handy an' kept torturin' him with roc...ks I kept shootin' at 'im with my slingshot. Finally the galoot turned his pistol on his self an' that wuz the end of him."Thank you," said a voice behind me which liked to scare me to death. It wuz the colored gal."You were supposed to be away from here." Ah sent de girls on," she replied. "Ah couldn't leave mah husbin' no matter what happened.". But you couldn’t keep arched forever and slowly you straightened your back.That’s when it you felt it again – another burning ribbon across your ass, the distinctive crack against skin. FUCK! That hurt. Whoever it was, they were patient.Why was this happening? What did she do to deserve this? Where was her husband, her dogs? Again, another crack – unmistakable now as the belt connected at the crease of her ass and thighs. You couldn’t cry out but it wouldn’t stop you from trying…The sting. And I was in no mood of waiting, either. She seemed impatient, waiting for me to unbutton my jeans and make myself hard enough for her to sit on me. As she did, there was a brief moment in which I seemed to be stuck half-way through, but she leaned into it with everything she got (which was way too much, if you ask me) and finally, her ass rested on my thighs. She paused for a few seconds, closing her eyes and breathing in, before she started to slowly lift her body into the air, only a few. "And that?" I asked and she looked at me still smiling."That is for realising it," she replied. "Have you had breakfast?"I shook my head and she held out her arm. "Am I forgiven then?"She turned to look at me as I went to hold her hand. "This once yes, do it again then no. I mean it Andy, you really frighten me. I keep wondering what would happen when you lose your temper with me. Will you hit me?"I looked at her aghast. "I would never hit you," I said horrified, and she raised her eyebrows..