… Then, it was over. Her punishment was finished. Mickey tossed the belt onto the disordered pile of her clothing. "That's enough!" he grated, reaching out to her and placing his hands on the smooth skin of her tiny waist.

Caressingly, his hands trailed downward over the rounded curves of her hips to the soft, resilient flesh of the lithe orbs of her just chastised buttocks. He could feel the cringing flesh, hot under his hands where the belt had struck… and there were the tiny ridges of raised welts. He grinned his lewdly sadistic satisfaction, as he went on, stroking and massaging the fully rounded protuberances of her bottom, and he was elated to feel her shiver, electrifyingly, her hips gyrating against the soft caresses he was now bestowing on her. Christ! It's going to flip me out… to fuck her, now!

"Well… Mama… that ought to be a lesson to you!" He stretched out on his back beside her.

Terry moaned something unintelligible, rolled to her side and crept into his arms, her firm, supple breasts flattening against the lean, hard muscles of his chest, and as she nuzzled into the hollow of his neck, she could smell the musky man-odor of his seldom-bathed body. Her hand went down between them, immediately, to grasp with urgent meaning his long, thick and hardened cock. Gently, she pulled the heavy foreskin back, and her fingers lightly caressed his cock's head. It throbbed and jerked, vibrantly, in her hand.

Terry heard his grunt of pleasure, as her hand barely encircled the hot, pulsing shaft of his prick, her own passion already spiraling, the heated blood pounding in her loins, and she felt the moistness between her legs that told of her readiness… her ecstatic desire.