1. 5 finding life`s partner


    Date: 7/7/2015, Categories: BDSM, Mature, Author: alibodge, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    case 10 or 15, or if she didn`t it would be double.” Her reply was that this would be a lesson to him then as she never wanted to be had like that again unless she asked him for it, and “20 would be laid on hard in fives, did he understand?” His nod was enough and the first stroke cracked across both cheeks leaving a trail of fire, the second, third and fourth came in quick time, before the fifth a real humdinger caught him unawares and his whole body jerked to the limit of its movement. In an instant she had vanished from his line of sight, silently gliding up the stairs her footsteps a light as a fairy, retreating to her kitchen to allow her breathing to return to a slower pace, so exited was she at wielding the crop again after all these years. Tim meanwhile could not see the stairs so did not know she had left him. He spent his time coming to terms with his burning backside and waiting for the next stroke. It took her two or three long minutes to regain control of her-self and another to silently glide back to the stool. Working from the other side she swiftly applied the next five, quick as a flash, whap, whap, whap, whap and whap! They hit home so suddenly that he could not count the five, his cheeks now red and feeling as though struck by a flame thrower. Again she silently left him to suffer, leaning against the wall in the kitchen and opening the lowest buttons of her dress her hand slid in to caress her wet sex. Her breathing uneven, almost ragged, she fingered ...
    herself allowing herself a small climax, then almost ran back to the stool. Changing sides she swept the crop down with more strength, the stripe appearing across the red skin, his cry now echoing round the little room, a second stroke parallel to the first, his cry louder, the third a measured stroke, parallel to the second, his vocal accompaniment near to a scream his head wagging from side to side. The hand not holding the crop now busy under her dress as she applied the next stroke and the last in near to frenzy, his scream music to her ears and her hand now a blur as she sat heavily on the rack her body writhing with the climax she was having. Tim slumped forward, knowing he still had another 5 strokes yet to come, he remembered his old mum having had climaxes but not so fierce or so early, usually managing to last to the last few strokes. His moans muted now as he waited the climax to subside and for her to return to the job in hand. It took a good five long minutes; before he sensed her return to him he tensed expectant of the next stroke, but instead felt her hand seizing his manhood, the grip rapidly pulling the foreskin back, then forward in quick succession. The unexpected grip brought him near his own climax, as fast as it came, the grip vanished and the crop struck again. bl**d began to show along the now livid stripe, the hand re-gripped his tool, just one stroke this time followed by the second stroke. His mind could not cope; pain and joy intermingled, whap the ...
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