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ith me nude, face down but raised up over the end of the couch,
my naked bottom turned towards the ceiling, my ankles pulled
apart and tied to each leg of the couch-- in a perfect position
to be instructed, that is what I expected in advance. In fact, I
had made him promise that when he got me that he would absolutely
not let me talk him out of giving me a spanking. I certainly did
not have to worry about that, as it turned out.
He took a long time admiring the view, probed here and there with
his fingers, then found an erect nipple and pinched and pinched,
until he made me tell him where the strop was. It was hanging on
a hook on the inside of the door (you hear that, Ken? Remember
it for future reference. You may well want to use it yourself.)
He took the strop, gave it a few trial swings, and then,
TTTHHHWWSWWACK!!!! A murderous, burning swipe across both cheeks
of my rump... this followed after a long interval by another, and
another. He quickly had me crying for mercy, for forgiveness.
Did I get mercy? No. I got a hot oil injection, firmly squirted
into my anus by a large, thick, rigid cock. And afterwards
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