Master came home absolutely livid about the Wal-Tart here. He told me he was in a thoroughly bad mood now and I should do something to cheer him up. I said, "Well, you could beat me and call me Wal-Tart".
He gave a few spanks to my butt, then a few more. He started grinning. I started getting wet. Then a few more spanks. He told me to come, and I did. I said "I bet Wal-Tart doesn't get to orgasm".
Then he strode off upstairs and ordered me to follow him. When I got there, just behind him, he was already pulling out the long, thin wooden panel. I dropped my pants.
"Bend over" he said.
He started whaling on my butt really hard, and then had me suck his cock. He called me "Wal-Tart", the dirty whore who deserved an cock up her ass. I giggled.
Soon he was all cheered up.
One of my many functions.
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This made ME laugh, too.
ReplyDeleteThat is the best part, making them happy again. I hate it when She is sad, I do everything I can to make Her smile
ReplyDeleteI agree, I love making him happy again.
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