Bound. Part 6

And did he ever do it. He laid into my ass with a vengeance that set my tits to bobbing on my chest and waving over the red polished hood. I could actually see them in the polished reflection. And I sure as hell could feel the effects of the landing paddle as Jason hit me again and again as the sounds rolled around me in a never ending wave of pain and lust.

It is a very special sound. The sound of wood striking a leather covered ass. And did I ever love it. The sound, and the pain that it generated in me. I didn't really count the number of times he hit my bouncing ass, but whatever the number, it was enough.

Because I was fucking coming.

Right there. Leaning over the car. Getting m leather ass paddled, coming. Until finally my legs deserted me and I kind of slithered to the cement floor.

"You had your fun, now it's time for mine. Come on, let's go inside."

Inside?

Oh, yea. Inside his house.

I got my legs under me and somehow they did function in