Needing so badly, thinking I was going to lose it.

"Come, baby… come from being whipped let me see you come from taking a whipping…"

"Ohhhh… ohhhh… ooooohhh… iiiii… ee!"

And he knew once more just what to say and just how to say it.

I was going to come, all right… I was going to come and shoot my pussyjuice all over the leather saddle…

And he was going to make it happen…

He was going to afford me the pleasure…

If he didn't stop…

If only he didn't stop…

My naked pussy was brushing the leather, making it all wet… turning it into a real puddle…

And the more I rocked, the more I loved it…

"Ohhhhhh… ohhhhhh… ohhhhhh…"

Finally, I knew I was going to come…

I knew it…

And there was nothing he could do about it…

This time he wasn't going to stop… he wasn't going to be able to…

No…

Both of us were too far gone and too caught up in all that we were feeling…

Whack!

Whack!

Whack!

Whack!

"Beat me… ohhh… beat me… beat me Clifford… do it…"

I was crying and sobbing and humping, and then finally, I felt it…

At last…

A long, thick juicy spending!

I couldn't hold it back, no matter what.

There was just no way it was going to stop… not even if he quit spanking me, which he wasn't about to do, or whipping me with the belt into the current froth I was in.

No.

Nothing!

Nothing could stop me…

Except my own feeble limitations… my own chance to finally subside…

The saddle below me was soaking with my spending.

And I was humped over, pulled to the extremes by the bonds, sobbing.

"There there," Clifford said, gently patting my bloodied ass.

"Ohhhhh…"

"Try to get hold of yourself."