He struck again; the flat wooden paddle slapping harshly across both of her pert oiled buttocks. A harsh and brutal blow designed as a reprimand for her question.
Caroline whimpered and drew breath as a new sort of agony rushed through her; she tensed her hips to keep the weight from swinging and in turn tugging harder on her sore clitoris.

"I like your big cock," she purred in the sexiest tone she could muster. "I like the taste of it. The taste of your thick sperm drives me wild as it slips down my throat. I love to touch it and feel it, the hard throbbing of your big cock."

He hit her again, then again and again; all the time she talked, her pussy responding to the pain that was forcing through her. That warm and wonderful feeling when the glow in the tops of the thighs and groin turns to an exquisite blend of heightened sexual arousal. She talked continually as he spanked her soft reddened buttocks, bearing the agony of the swinging weight between her legs. Caroline found herself gently moving her hips to receive the slaps of the wooden paddle, the movements of the weight tearing at her clitoris to send searing shards of exquisite pain surging through her.

Faster she talked as he lashed at her, her head swimming in a misty haze of extreme excitement. Blood rushed to her brain making her legs feel weak and unsteady. She panted heavily and had stopped talking. She could hear his shouting as he swung the paddle cruelly at her firm buttocks; she stood erect accepting the wonderful sensations it produced for her. Expectantly and eagerly awaiting the next slap of the paddle to bring those dreamy sensations rushing through her.

"Slut! Whore! Cock-sucker," his words rang in her ears to urge her ever forward to her peak.

To be abused this way was so exciting for her. No one had ever treated her in any other way than courteously - this treatment simply spurred her onward to greater heights of sexual excitement. She found herself calling to him, to strike harder and faster. Panting her urgent pleading to him as her orgasm approached.
He complied, striking her full force to jar her hips and body forward against the swing of the weight. She moaned her pleasure at his response.

The pounding excitement surged through her body. To be standing and accepting such wonderful punishment and sexual feelings from the abuse she was suffering filled Caroline with a throbbing warm feeling of extreme naughtiness and abandonment. She felt so alive, so secret, to be with this man alone and accepting his use of her body brought her to her peak.

Caroline cried out and then screamed as the orgasm came to her. Her head threw back and her back arched as her slim hips thrust forward. She grunted and then screamed again, her head slumped forwards to rest her chin on her chest. She supported her hands on her thighs as her body quivered in shuddering spasms of delight, wavering unsteadily on her feet. Caroline gasped aloud as her knees first bent and then buckled, she slumped to the floor on all fours and then fell onto her side exhausted to shiver gently as the wonderful sensations continued to ripple through her.

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