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He kissed me as he moved down to my arse. I was perfectly happy that my previous pun had provoked him. Then, hesitantly, he began to lick me. This was not particularly pleasant. He licked around my waist, forcing me to move away. "Who are you, anyway?" he growled. "Ya..yesssss .. I was wondering who this might be." It was obviously a case of curiosity killing. I wished he would force me to move. A better idea would have come to mind. Around and around it went again.. and again. I was getting the well-earned warmth of a spanking, and it was getting harder and hotter.

Finally, I felt his hand touch my arse. I struggled, but was held in check by his steady, though slightly chilly, grip. He began to switch positions, alternating between me and the chair. My back arched, my buttocks pressed into the arms of the chair and my clitoris pressed against the wall. "You're being a very naughty girl," he murmured in my ear. "You are always a naughty girl." Then he was gone.. quiet for a while. I tried to block out the events that were now welling up in my mind. I was in the midst of a series of violent eruptions that I could not stop. Sometimes, when I was in a rage, I would deliberately put my hands on my thighs to stifle an orgasm. This would put pressure on the areas, and increase the speed of my eruptions. I found that I could stop an orgasm by pulling my right arm back slightly. I made myself spend in the areas, but that was nearly impossible..