"Yes... yes," I whimpered, the sound of my own voice sounding like a vulnerable, delicate woman, a lady too innocent, too proper and respected to be getting off; becoming aroused by sexual torture, the spanking of her ass to a deviant man.

"My sweet peach." I heard him growl darkly, his fingers digging into my flesh, kneading hard against my right ass cheek. There was a blooming force behind his touch, direct contrast to the whisper I felt against the inside of one thigh, something hard was being grazed along the skin there, closing in on that center of heat. It rubbed against my swollen lips and I recognized the thin, rounded edges, as it moved like a knife's blade against my wet flesh.

"Fuck no way," I gasped, moaning slightly, my surprising voice and erotic moan encouraging him to continue as the handle of the wooden paddle slipped inside of me, wide, flat and smooth.

Odd as it was, I welcomed it, enjoyed the feel of its touch inside me, strong, hard, and firm. The need to be filled, to feel something full, strong, and hard within me was a throbbing my body longed for. Pinned by his weight to the mattress, the rolling of my hips was awkward and difficult but I managed. It was undeniable, the compulsion to thrust back against that invading object, to match each plunging stroke until my sweet oil coated the wood, my skin, and his hand.

"Shit... yes," I growled and squirmed beneath him. Faster and faster, he worked the paddle into and against me, harder and harder, it grinded into my pussy, fucking me like a live animal, ramming deep into me causing a fired deep inside my cunt, and then, then I felt it.

Felt the bond of pressure coiled deep in my belly spreading, loosening. My entire being burning up, ready to explode as I pushed myself hard against that wooden shaft and screamed into the bed with everything I had left inside me, all my strength being set free in one huge eruption. I came hard, fast, and quick. My insides stung, and I loved it. The feeling of it all, the powerful building up of emotions and pleasures, I loved it all, every second, every moment. The bed rocked a little as he swung himself off me, gently disengaging the paddle, licking my sweetened juices with the tip of his tongue before casting it aside so that his hands were free to gather me in.