Sir. Oh lud…" The leather
switched her again, harder this time and the sting morphed into pain. A long dull pain that flowed over her skin and across her mind.
"To see you like this is more than I ever
hoped. To see you accept my blows and absorb the pain so sweetly is perfection. A few more?"
He is asking me?
Surely he tells me? However, even in her floating state, Susanna understood what Tony was doing. He
would give her no chance to say she was coerced into anything. What was it Jane
had said? "To be flogged or spanked and have to count the strokes adds so
much to the intensity of it all. And to count in sets of five adds even more."
Susanna took a deep breath. "Five,
my lord?"
She fancied she could feel his relief in the air.
His hand stroked over her back and arse in small caressing circles. "Xiao Māo , you are truly
for me. Now breathe through the pain and let it become pleasure. Remember you may
cry deng or ting if need be. You have my word, I will heed them."
"I never thought any different." Susanna
hurried to reassure him. "There will be no need. I trust you with every
fiber of my being. I have so longed for this moment. When you accept I am what
you need."
The gentle touch of his lips on her back was so
brief she might have missed it if she hadn't been so focused.
"Then count." She heard the swish of the
leather before it touched the soft skin of her arse.
"One," The sting grew in intensity.
Swish . "Two." All she
could here was her heart, and the sound of the leather moving through the air.
"Three." She began to float, as the pain
changed, and made her blood stir and her heartbeat switch up.
The next blow was harder, across her upper arse, and
she absorbed it gladly. So good. She was flying as she
sobbed the numbers. "Four
and five."
Her skin stung with a beautiful heat, and over the thump
of her heart, she heard his welcome words. "Now, Xiao Māo , come
now." His fingers slipped inside her channel and moved swiftly to increase
her juices. He withdrew and nipped her nub.
Susanna screamed and slid noisily over the edge of
the abyss. When she came to, she was wrapped in a blanket, and curled up on Tony's
lap. He kissed her and buried his face in her neck.
"So, do we put the parents out of their misery
and plan a wedding?"
Susanna giggled. "I like the idea of the
wedding, but must we put our Mamas’ minds to rest?”
"Minx. We must. However, I
will press for an early wedding. They will of course agree for all the wrong
reasons, but that is no concern of ours."
"Wrong…? Oh." Susanna blushed. Tony roared
with laughter.
"Who knows, it may be valid. If
my ministrations have not made you too sore?" He raised one
eyebrow.
Susannah blushed and cursed her propensity to color
up at the drop of a hat. "No, my lord."
"Ah, I must be losing my touch. Next time perhaps?" He flicked her cheek. "Then
perhaps I can assuage my aching cock in your pretty cunt and enjoy my release
within you? Or shall I be a gentleman and withdraw?"
"In me, now." Susanna threw the
blanket to one side and slid off Tony's lap. "I believe this was something
you requested at the theater?" She put her legs on either side of him and
lifted his cock out of his pantaloons. Once released it
sprung upward: the tip was wet, and the sides, slick.
Susanna bit her lip and took Tony's prick in one
hand. She concentrated on guiding it toward her quim, and slowly drew him
inside her. As he filled her tight channel she was once more astounded how
something so large fitted into somewhere so small. Indeed the workings of the
body were wondrous.
"Now." Tony gripped her
waist and forced her downward. He filled her to the hilt and began to move. His
powerful thighs moved her up and down on him, and sweat beaded his brow.
"Oh lud, please." The familiar tingles
that signaled her climax were increasing in speed and density. She shook with
the effort of holding back until Tony joined her.
"Now." He roared the word as
he filled her channel and
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