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ness with strength; if I wanted into him it would have
to be by another means.
I sang lullabyes in my head in order to keep the slow rhythm constant.
Although I am substantially older than he is, I do not feel motherly
towards Andrew; I chose lullabyes simply because they are very slow,
very rhythmic songs. I nearly laughed at the thought of how surprised
he'd be if he knew I was singing him lullabyes internally, but I
managed to supress it. I didn't want him to think that I was laughing
at him; that would only cause him to put the armor back on.
His ass began to turn a delicate pink from my gentle blows, and I
decided he was warmed up enough to take slightly harder slaps. I hit
him harder, but still in the same slow rhythm, giving him plenty of
time to feel each blow before the next one hit. Slowly, very slowly,
I built up. As my blows got stronger, he began to sigh at every blow,
my first indication that I was having any effect on anything other
than his pretty pale skin. I resisted the temptation to push at this
point. I wante
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