"Don't go anywhere".
By the time he got back I had worked myself into a state of squishy excitement about what was coming. He told me to go get some porn, which I did, and he made me look at it while he paddled my ass. It was some cheesy magazine that I picked up from his closet, and not exactly my taste in porn. My taste is more for violence. Hmm, kind of like what was happening to my butt.
He wanted me to tell him which person I would want to be in various group scenarios pictured in the magazine. So I did, in between swats.
"This one. OW. This one. Ohhhh, OW". It went something like that.
"You really cum hard when I paddle you" he commented to me.
Oh yes, I sure do, Master. I'm not sure if I actually replied or if this was in my head.
When he was done fucking me and had come in my mouth (breakfast in bed?), then I went to make an actual breakfast.
Unfortunately, the flour I thought I bought turned out to have been in my imagination, so I had to run out to the store first.
Then I made a batch of buttermilk biscuits and Southern style sausage gravy. It was quite delicious!
The recipe for both can be found here if you are on Fetlife:
Biscuits and Gravy
About noon Mystique and Sarahnade came over, inspiring Master to start working on the barn door again. Little did they know they would be recruited to work if they stopped by!! Thank you ladies, you are wonderful! All it needs now is a latch and some paint.
The barn doors we are working on, with a couple of dogs for scale.
Thanks for sharing your experience. Nice barn.
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