He reminds her she knows better than to beg without being told to do so. He bends her naked body over his lap. SMACK. His hand hits her ass. once, twi...ce, three times. He counts to ten before bending her over their table. He takes off his belt and spanks her twenty more times. She begins to whimper. She loves that he's touching her, loves the pain, but she can't wait until the end. She thinks it's more than she can handle, but he pushes on. He knows her better than that. He looks for their. ’ She replied, glancing over her shoulder to see who the owner of the male voice was. To her surprise, she was greeted with quite the sight. She was guessing that he was in his mid-twenties, and it was pretty obvious that he kept himself in very good shape. He was tall and muscular, as the well formed arms tightly wrapped in the short sleeves of his dirty white t-shirt demonstrated. He smiled at her as she gave him the once over, a sly little grin, the kind someone used when they knew a. As time progressed it looked like the defensive walls would be tested both from the inland side and also from the coastal side with the numerous French fighting ships within range of the city defenses.The confusion in the streets was enough to convince me that the British forces would be fighting off the civilians as well as the Patriot forces. Of course, most of the civilians had been weeded of the opponents of King George. They were mostly a pro-King group with their families and businesses. They had a big wood fireplace and a stack of wood under the awning by the sliding glass door, so I lit a fire and turned the lights in the living room off. The storm came on hard, suddenly dumping buckets of rain and flashing lightning. Jack came over and we cuddled on a blanket in front of the fire, I loved the closeness and his fur against my skin. He licked my neck a few times, then a stray lick flashed across my tit and, with the licking and the feel of his fur against me, I couldn’t help.