As you can see, she made me straddle the arm of the couch. Then she told me to bend forward and put my elbows on the floor. There was no easy way for me to get up or protect myself in any way.
With my knees apart and nearly upside-down I felt very exposed and with good reason!
Then she paddled me. Some were hard and hurt, some were less hard and stung, all were scary and there were a lot of them. She talked about how I'd feel it when I sat but she went way, way past that!
I have to admit that I cried and cried and ended up bawling.
At the end she asked if I was going to show any hesitation (when she asked me to go down on her, she meant) and I was already whipping my head from side to side trying to deal with the pain so she took that as an answer.
"If I even suspect that you don't want to do this you'll be over my knee for a session with my hairbrush that you can't even imagine and another one tomorrow, maybe the next day." Whether that made a total of two or three I didn't know but didn't intend to find out!
I did what she wanted, going down on her with real enthusiasm, then she threw me on my back to ride my face before finally taking my pole. Later that evening I went down on her again before bed with her holding her hairbrush for 'motivation'.
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