She grabbed my shorts at the waist and yanked them down in one motion to my knees.She grabbed my shorts at the waist and yanked them down in one motion to my knees. I swore as the waistband ripped past my balls, and it dawned on me that the erection I'd had just a few minutes before was gone. "Such naughty language!," Cheryl giggled as she brought the hairbrush down with a fierce "whack" in the middle of my butt. I tried to squirm, but she had a firm grip and my legs were pinioned with my shorts around my knees. I knew I could get away, but what was the point of putting up a fight? Either I'd leave and she would go to Moore in the morning, or else I'd wind up back in the same position. Again and again the back of the hairbrush burned into my ass. I was determined not to yell or do anything else to let her know how much it hurt, but I was beginning to wonder how much more I could take when she finally stopped. "Halftime," Cheryl said. She put the hairbrush down and began to knead the burning flesh of my ass with her fingers; under other circumstances it would have been a real turn-on, but instead it just hurt. "Your ass gets numb," she commented, "and you don't feel it as much. We don't want you to miss out on anything, do we?" "O.K.," she directed. "Stand up." My shorts dropped to my ankles as I clambered to my feet. "Leave your underpants on the floor, and kneel on the bed, facing the side." I did as I was told. "Now cup your balls with your right hand, and hold your cock in your left hand." I stared at her in amazement, but when she said I'd be sorry if I didn't obey her, I decided not to take any chances. "Keep your hands where they are, and lie down on your stomach," she ordered. |