Still full of cum.

Cum I wanted!

"Stand up cunt."

He waited until I was halfway to my feet before he took me by the hair, hauling me upright.

"Over there! Lean over that table," he said as he flung me across the room.

I turned, glaring at him. I wanted to yell. To scream at him to knock this shit off. To let him know I was through playing these painful games with him.

But the words never made their way to my mouth.

At least not before Donner already had his hands on me once more.

Pushing me down. Making me bend at the waist to lay on the large, heavy oak table. The wooden top was like ice where it touched my bare breasts.

"Oh please, can't we just…"

SMACK!

"You don't learn very quickly do you? No talking! Now spread those legs and keep them that way."

I had hardly started to move my feet before Donner was kicking at me. Forcing my legs wider then they had been when he "viewed" me before.

It was only because I was resting my body on the table top, resting my weight there, that allowed me to spread myself that far without falling down.

Then he was gone. I couldn't feel his body pressing against me any longer.

"I promised you earlier and I don't break my promises," he said. I could tell by the sound of his footsteps that Donner was moving back towards me.

Close enough…

SMACK!

I screamed!

Screaming and unable to stop.

"I promised you would feel the wood later," Donner chuckled. Then he swung the large paddle again.

SMACK!

"Nooooo! I can't take it!"

Donner was half on the table, or closer, half of his weight was on top of me.

He put the paddle down next to my head so he could grab my hair with the now free hand. Yanking my head back even as his heavy body kept me pinned down to the table top.