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I start to massage your head and neck, focusing on your temples and the joint of the jaw just below your earlobes. I take my time, moving even slower than before, as I move down and rub the back and sides of your neck. Soon I reach your shoulders and work out numerous knots and kinks.I can feel your whole body relaxing, your breathing is slowing down and getting deeper. I can almost feel the smile on your face, as well as the building desire for our bodies to join together. I continue the massage, moving down your back, letting my hands wander just a bit, gently grazing against the soft, supple flesh of the sides of your breasts. You moan every time I touch you there.I continue to work slowly and thoroughly down your body, eventually reaching the small of your back. I slide back a bit more and grasp your cheeks in my hands, and begin to give you a deep tissue on your taut lean buttocks. Finally, I finish massaging your back half. I climb off you and ask you to turn over.I drink in. So I made a “ruler” out of 3/8” plywood, 18” long and 1” wide.I sanded the edges a bit so it was safe to use on tender ass flesh. I even marked some lines on it to make it look like a ruler! I picked it up and came back behind Maggie, who knew what was coming next and was anticipating it. “Smack!” as hard as I could, I struck her other ass cheek. Maggie grunted from the sudden, sharp pain.“Did that hurt, bitch?”“Not enough, Sir. I am so bad that I need to be punished much more than that. I need to be whipped with your belt, sir. Please whip me with your belt because I am such a bad whore that I deserve it.”I unbuckled my belt and pulled it from my pants. I held it in one hand and yanked Maggie’s head up by the hair again. “With this belt, slut?”“Yes, Sir. Please whip me really hard with that belt, Sir. Please, I should be whipped as hard as you can with that belt.”Back behind her again, I gently swung the belt so it slapped lightly against her ass.“Please, Sir. Whip me as hard as you.
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