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the room as fast
as her legs would carry her, Natalie quickly selected his favorite
paddle and presented herself to Andrew. Dropping to her knees, she
laid her head on his inner thigh and waited, the paddle clutched in
her hands.
    He smelled of sandalwood soap and leather,
of sex and cologne.
    Inhaling deeply, Natalie resisted her desire
to nuzzle her nose in his crotch. She loved to bury her face in the
tiny curls of hair around the base of his cock after he had
showered.
    "Climb up here," he demanded, patting his
thighs. Her legs less shaky, Natalie stood at Andrew's side. After
handing him the paddle, she bent over at the waist, and let him
guide her into position over his thighs.
    "I want you to know something, Natalie. I
love you, but you deserve a paddling. You left the door open on the
chicken pen, and we lost several good hens. So be a good girl, take
your punishment, and we can move on to the real reason we're out
here."
    The paddle smacked against her damp
flesh.
    Yelping softly, she relaxed her body, eager
for the next swat. Again the paddle smacked her tingling flesh.
    She knew she had made a mistake and deserved
punishment. While she enjoyed the paddle's sting, she knew that
every time she sat down over the next day would be a reminder for
her to double check the pens.
    Another smack came, this one harder than the
last. Natalie winced slightly at the sting, even as her pussy
clenched around the dildo.
    Again and again Andrew rained blows on her
tender ass, until they melted into in a continuous blur of euphoric
sensations. Each instinctive jerk of her body twitched the harness,
shifting the cock that was still strapped within her.
    Lost in the slow build of her second orgasm,
Natalie at first didn't notice the paddle had stopped falling.
    "I think that's enough for now. You should
be nice and tender for a while."
    Natalie wanted to wail 'no', to demand that
he swat her a few more times.
    Her pussy was already gripping spasmodically
around the dildo. Just a few more swats would send her over the
edge.
    She knew better than to beg for more. This
was Andrew's domain, and in here, she did as she was told. She also
knew any more swats might make a gentle reminder a painful one, so
he truly had stopped for her.
    "Stand up."
    Legs weak, Natalie complied. Andrew smoothly
stood, his toned body rippling with the motion. His flannel shirt
pulled tight against his corded muscles. Natalie felt her legs
waver as always, watching his movements.
    "Remove your harness darlin', and bend over
and grab the arms of the chair."
    The smooth drawl she loved so much was back,
melting her a little more inside. When she had first met Andrew,
his voice was so smooth that she had nearly creamed her pants with
their first conversation. Nothing had changed in the five years
since.
    With shaking hands, she worked to remove the
harness. She was always surprised that it took longer to strip off
the harness than it took to buckle it into place. As the dildo slid
free from her weeping pussy lips, Natalie shuddered and almost
collapsed into a puddle on the hardwood floor. Her clit throbbed,
aching for contact.
    Resisting the urge to finger herself to
another orgasm, Natalie bent over and gripped the arms of Andrew's
chair so tightly her knuckles turned white.
    "Relax." Andrew stroked a finger gently up
and down her spine. His callused hands moved over her tense muscles
and relaxed her.
    Slipping his fingers down to her ass-cheeks,
he gently parted the globes and slid a fingertip into her crack. He
teased around her sensitive nether hole, making her scream silently
in her mind for the penetration. As if he heard her thoughts, he
pressed a finger on her hungry orifice, past the gripping muscles.
Pushing firmly, he worked his finger and slid it all the way in,
stretching her tight rosebud.
    "Relax," he drawled again.
    Natalie's head fell forward and she turned
slightly so she could see almost everything Andrew was doing in the
mirrors. She felt empty as