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Number 19 landed to silence and Zoe looked like she was holding her breath. When number 20 landed Zoe’s orgasm exploded out of her. He feet rose up, her body went rigid and she screamed like there was no tomorrow. Mr. Billingham watched her for a couple of seconds then stood up sending Zoe to the deck. She jerked about for a few seconds as Mr. Billingham said, “Don’t be so stupid girl, you’ve had 20 swats quite a few times before and you’ve never acted all stupid like this before. Get to your feet and stand with your hands on your head girl.” I knew what fetish had happened but I wasn’t sure if Mr. Billingham had realised that his daughter had just had an orgasm; or maybe he was just pretending that she hadn’t cum because it would mean that he was the one who had given her it. Anyway, Zoe slowly got to her feet and went to the side of the deck and put her hands on her head. “Right Georgia, you know the position so assume it. Your parents should have brought you up with a lot more discipline. A few good spanking would have taught you that you must respect your elders and do what they tell you.” “Yes Mr. Billingham.” I assumed the position and immediately felt something hard domination pressing on my stomach. “Was the dirty, two-faced pervert getting off on this?” I thought. I too lay there with my legs open and wondered what it would be like to have my pussy spanked. Just then the swats started and I too started crying. Jeez, did those swats hurt? I think that my butt must be a bit more sensitive than Zoe’s because I orgasmed after the 10th swat but I muscle don’t think that Mr. Billingham noticed my orgasms hit me. I say orgasms and not orgasm because I had 2. The first at swat 10, and the second at swat 19 or 20. When both of them hit me I too went rigid with my feet rising up. With me being so small and light I guessed that Mr. Billingham didn’t gangbang realise what was happening to me. As I said, my second orgasm hit me on the 20th swat, the last swat, and instead of standing up and letting me roll to the deck he just sat there with his hand still where it had last landed on my right butt cheek. I find it hard to believe that he didn’t realise that I was cumming, after going rigid then relaxing, the jerking started, and I was still moaning, not crying. Intentionally BDSM or not, he waited until my breathing slowed to near normal before telling me to get up. As I did so I saw a small wet spot on his short. I wonder what Tim and any of the management in China think. He flexed his fingers, admiring the claws she had built for him. Black leather cuffs were buckled around his elbows with the same type of steel loops. Her fingers stroked me a final time, and then rested their cool, comforting touch on the flat of my pelvis. They had training. As we walked, PF told me that she was getting horny. I walked up to her but noticed two things right off the bat. I pulled off my hood and let the fetish cold air ruffle my short brown hair. I felt a hard gangbang slapped on my ass and I was told to get on with it. She could feel a load gushing out of her thoroughly-used pussy and down over its similarly stretched-out neighbor. You’re strong enough; you’ve already proved it. He looked around the small theater. “I think I’m going to get my wish a bit sooner than I realized.” She walked into the bedroom then led me to the shower, her hand on my cock. I decided to check out the source muscle of the commotion and headed in the domination direction of the voices. She tried to BDSM think about something else then what was about to happen.