It smacked down on one cheek of my ass, and I grunted and jerked.It smacked down on one cheek of my ass, and I grunted and jerked. It stung quite a bit, and the burning feeling radiated out from where the blow had landed. Before I really had time to think about the sensation, the hairbrush had landed again, this time on the other side of my ass. I jerked again, and again as the heavy brush smacked in a different spot on the other cheek. The blows went on until I'd received maybe twenty of them, and I realized that each smack was a little harder than the last. The pain wasn't unbearable by any means, but by the time Cheryl had stopped my ass was really smarting and my breath was whistling through my teeth with every stroke. "That's enough," I said, starting to slide off her lap. She grabbed me across the knees and pulled me back. "Oh, no, it's not. Those were just the warm-ups! Now, before I take your pants off and really get down to work, I'll give you just a taste of how it's going to feel." She caught the leg opening of my shorts and pulled the fabric up until it cut painfully into the crack of my ass and my right cheek was exposed. "Just so you remember, here's how it feels with your pants on." She brought the hairbrush down hard on the still-covered left cheek. "And here's how it will feel with them off." The brush landed on my bare right cheek and felt like a branding iron! I couldn't believe the difference one little sixteenth of an inch of cotton could make. Before I could react, the hairbrush had landed back on the left, then on the right again. "That's enough playing around - now it's time to get serious," Cheryl exclaimed. |