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She was moaning quietly by the time he finished his fifth swat... and she wasn’t acting. Before he let her go, he leaned down close to her and whispered softly, “You will cum like a banshee on the fourth round.” Maybe if he hadn’t said that... or perhaps maybe if Joan-e didn’t think so much about it as the other twenty-two contestants smacked her ass... maybe, just maybe, she would have been able to get through the entire four rounds of spanking. The way it was, she nearly lost control at the end of the third round as Sailor Sam’s stump again rubbed and bounced against her clit with each of his five swats. This time, before Big Tits he let her up, he whispered in her ear, “Next round, fourth swat, you explode.” Have you ever tried not to cum? Some really submissive sluts can put off their orgasm like a well-trained dog balancing a dog biscuit on the top of their nose. Then the Master says “Cum,” and they explode. Joan-e had never been trained not to cum. She wasn’t a submissive slut, she was a pain slut... specifically she was a spank slut and Sailor Sam was uniquely equipped to simultaneously drive both the spank side and the slut side of that well over the edge. Fourth round, twenty-third spanker; five swats left; Sailor Sam stopped to lightly rub Joan-e’s flaming ass. “I’m going to count them down backwards,” he whispered in her ear and then he slammed his huge, calloused hand hard into her left asscheek. “Four,” he said loudly. The audience was confused, but not Joan-e. She knew exactly what he meant and was visibly shaking with fear and with pre-orgasmic tremors. “Three” he said even more loudly with the next slap. Joan-e responded with a loud grunt through her clenched teeth. Her hands had risen off the floor and were out in front of her like Superman flying through the sky. Her feet were an inch or so off the floor. “Two” he said and the whole club joined him in his count. Most had no idea why he was counting, but they loudly called out, “Two!” anyway. Joan-e was now arched almost in a bow. Her fingers and toes both pointed toward the ceiling of the club. Sam took advantage of Joan-e’s position to shift her slightly on his lap so he could press even more firmly into her cunt with his stump. “One!” the entire club yelled loudly as Sailor Sam’s hand slammed down exactly in the middle of Joan-e’s ass, driving her clit hard into the stump of his right leg. There was no doubt that on the four Hardcore hundred and fifty-ninth swat that evening, Joan-e orgasmed. Sailor Sam held her hard in place as she thrashed and screamed. He continued to hold her until her wail slowly faded out. Then he said, loud enough for the audience to hear, “Time to prepare that asshole for a thorough buggering.” One of the club slaves ran forward and handed Sam a tube of lube. Joan-e lay collapsed over his lap as he opened it and squirted a generous glob between her flaming asscheeks. As he used his fingers to open her rosebud and prepare it, he said loudly, “I think we need a large cushion or a cushioned chair.” Another club slave brought a big round Ottoman up on stage and set it on end so that it looked like a portion of a barrel. “Perfect,” Sam said as he positioned Joan-e over it. “I’m going to let the others loosen you up,” he said softly and motioned for the first drawn name to step forward. Joan-e didn’t realize it at the time, but that was a very good choice. Spanker number one wasn’t a micro penis, but he was well below average. I even swallowed a little bit to see what would happen. I shuddered as she moved it lower and found my lubed asshole. We’re both in danger if the Slavers discover I’ve smuggled a Gaianesian onto the Hub.” Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from the author is strictly prohibited. James rubbed the spot where Ash had punched him. Their trailer sat on a hillside at the end of a dead-end dirt road about 12 miles south of the small Kentucky town. Oh you’re so fucking dirty! Something small, soft and slightly wet pressed against her skin, a teasing touch that cooled the inflamed heat of her pummeled tits. My nemesis was Sarah Mills and she made my whole high-school a living fucking hell for me. So I secretly painted the exact same picture of Ed Sheeran, knowing I’d do it _so_ much better. What the fuck was I thinking? Please..." “Let's go ring it up,” I told her. Looked to me like she got another inch or so down her throat. Looking at their growing cocks she turned to face the and gently started rubbing there cock heads, smiling at them “I know a pussy that would be very happy to take these guys in and drain them”! "Come, up Big Tits on the bed." “This is how you spank a woman.” I dropped my hips, slamming several more inches of my cock into her mouth. Answer: I had this duty put upon me when I first woke up from my injuries and was in a very vulnerable state. “I think we did it,” I said. My heart screamed in my chest. "No. We have a daughter. She was still a bit wobbly. Besides, I hadn't seen her new place before. The next lady was just as gorgeous, few extra Hardcore pounds like my sister but I could have enjoyed her for days. There was a small window, granting him a view of everyone inside.