I wanted you to stop, but I didn't want you to stop. I could feel my pussy getting wetter with each spank.I felt your hand rub my bottom softly and yo...ur command, "Open your legs baby girl."I hesitated just long enough and you swatted my bottom again. I moaned and squirmed a little but complied, spreading my legs, embarrassed at how wet I had become. You asked, "Are you enjoying being spanked?” My immediate response was, "No."You swatted me again harder than before and asked again. I squirmed. Susan didn't mind sacrificing to the greater good in just about every respect but the last decree from the mother superior prohibiting the viewing of any television programs that included reference to physical contact between a man and a woman was senseless. It was such a stupid ordinance because except for the most innocuous of children's shows, every program was now restricted.She had been at the convent almost nine years now and still was quite young at only twenty-six. Most of the other. John frenziedly stepped out his pants pooling around his ankles and trotted over with a vile smirk on his sweaty face....."I certainly hope you've thought this thing through, young Lady!!" he laughed, flexing and easing his angled hardness into her awaiting beaver.John dove salaciously in and out of Emily like there was no tomorrow. "You got a nice looking piece of ass there too, pumpkin!" he exclaimed, groping at her buttocks. And all she could do was reply with soft, little yelps into the. Her voice was soft but strong as she said “OOOHHHH” and “YYYYESSS”as she was being stroked by whom I supposed was a lover. I was surprised I could hear her so well.Most well appointed hotel rooms are insulated from each other for noise. Then I realized we had adjoining rooms with a door on each side separating us. The sounds of her intimate whimpers were enough to make me begin to grow an erection. I imagined what the scene was like in the next room, just a few feet from my bed. I could see in.