I squealed and carried on, demanding he do more. I’m not sure what more he could have done but I wanted it. He was certainly doing his best to give me more. I had no doubt that my vulva would be thoroughly tenderised by the time he was finished and I was all in favour of this.
By the time he was ready to finish I was way past that point. He gave one last thrust and I climaxed, noisily. I assume he climaxed as well as he slowed down after that, just giving a few last jerks and twitches.
What do you say after an experience like that? I had no idea so I didn’t say anything. Paul seemed as confident as ever. He simply finished pulling off my clothes and ordered me to take a shower. I thought that that was a brilliant idea as I was all hot and sticky. I grabbed my clothes and headed to the bathroom.
When I left the bathroom I was cool, calm, and collected. Also clad. The downside was that my bottom was still smarting and my pussy felt sore, but that last was a very pleasing soreness, almost pleasant.
“Any more trouble from you and you know what you can expect to happen,” Paul warned me and I nodded, doing my best to look contrite and demure.
I was still feeling aroused as I headed homeward. What would I do if Paul wanted to discipline me again? I had a pretty good idea. He’d just shown me a surprising side to myself, one that could stand a little investigation. My parents would be out this evening. How would Paul react to loud music? Would he come over and complain? I just thought he might.
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