Travis’s counts were almost cries now, but still he raised his ass to meet the paddle, although it was taking him a few more attempts by the ninth blow. I could feel his cock throbbing as I waited for him to get back into position. THWACK, TWACK! Just one more to go, but Travis was focused on something other than the paddle now as he thrust up and down, over and over again.
“Uhn, uhn, unh, oh, Miss Dara, please, oh,” he grunted as he thrust his cock between my thighs, seeking his release.
I rubbed his ass lightly. “It’s okay, Travis; it’s okay.” With one hand, I stroked his hair and down his back, holding the paddle up high with the other one, waiting for the right moment to meld pleasure and pain. Travis grunted again and I heard the sound of his cum hitting the cement floor below.