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She passed out. I dragged her out to the shower stall, where she gave me a rough, hungry kiss on my forehead and said, "Did your paddling hurt?" I sneered, "It only slowed my movements." She smiled, and patted my bottom as she backed away, saying, "If you're too slow, you won't make it." I pulled her hair back, and she kissed me again, nibbling and running her tongue over my mouth. She helped me out of the shower, and I helped her out of the shower stall, out of the right stall, as she was dragging me. We went down the hall to the playroom, and I launched into a series of shoulder-to-back blows that made her jump, but stay still. I reached up and grabbed a pair of handcuffs and tightened them around her wrists, then pulled her legs apart and quickly locked her ankles to the middle of the room. When I pulled her legs up, I found she had knelt on the floor, leaning against the wall with her head down, her ass raised. I pushed her legs apart again, this time locking the ankles to the rings on the wall. I lowered the paddle into the waiting padded leather hutch and raised the paddle just high enough so the leather hit the hutch, causing her to jump. I moved the hutch aside, and quickly raised the paddle again. This time I brought the blow hard, hard enough to knock the air out of her, and the pain in her ass raised her other ass high in the air. She began sobbing again, but I heard her moaning at the end of it. I raised the paddle a bit, and the tears started. I raised the paddle a bit more, and the whining sound of her sobbing became another line of pleasure, shooting out of her as she cried. She was sobbing constantly now. I lowered the paddle, and moved it just a bit so that the paddle made contact with her still red, swollen, abused butt cheek. She cried again, this time louder.

I caught her breath though, so I could hear her small grunts of pleasure. I raised the paddle up a bit, and watched as she made a small sound with her tongue, as orgasm washed over her face. I saw that she was almost choking on her own orgasm, so I stepped back, moved the paddle back down to the middle of the room, and opened the handcuffs. I stepped around in front of her, and swung the handcuffs down. Her arms pulled up, and she grabbed me by the neck. I put my hands on her waist to hold her still, and as she came down on me, I saw the tears running down her cheeks. She knew what she wanted, but the pain scared her, so I stepped back. Taking a step forward, I pushed her legs apart again, and lowered the paddle onto her lightly welted feet. She jumped, and I heard her screams muffled by the gag. I turned around, ready to give her what she wanted, but she was very displeased. She started screaming, telling me how I was going to spank her with the paddle, and that I would make her " suck the hot piss out of her " if I spanked her. She was very vocal when she was spanked, sometimes calling out specific instructions, sometimes giving detailed instructions. I stepped behind her, ready to protect her, but she turned her head around to look back, following the cuffs to the door. She got up, and I stepped back. She stepped towards the center of the room, which was electrified.

She didn't hesitate, and hit the switch. The pain shot through her arm and into her crotch, and she dropped her pants. As the blood returned to her hand, she started crying again, louder and angrier than before. I stepped back, ready to spank her, but she turned to bolt back, slamming the door against the wall. I called her over, and she dropped the paddle. She ran to the center of the room, where the guards were, and began sobbing quietly. I stepped back, and watched as she collapsed on the floor. I moved to her side, where I continued to caress her body. I touched her arm, moving the leather cord past her shoulder. She bit her lip at my touch. I continued to run the leather cord back and forth, connecting each time with a whack whack. Her sobbing grew louder, and I stepped back and let her catch her breath. I reached down and stroked her cheek, then stepped forward to the belt. I stepped back, looking her in the eyes, whispering my love to her. I wrapped the belt around my hand, and moved towards her waist. I stepped up behind her, wrapping the belt around her waist, and slipping it tightly around her ankles..

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