#335453 - The feel of your hand spanking my bare arse makes me squeal and squirm, and you do it again and again, the pain is intense and I know without being told my arse will be red, your hand prints clearly visible, I am so focused on the heat from my cheeks I dont register you probing my arse, your finger circling my rim, until with a push it is inside me, so tight, and I clench against you, trying to remove it, I struggle beneath you as you open me up a little further, another finger entering my arse hole 'Oohh yes' you say, 'I like a struggle, keep doing that' and you wiggle your fingers inside me, making me groan in pleasure, in pain, in embarrassment. It soon became apparant that we were at opposite ends of the same spectrum, whereas I loved to be submissive, needed discipline and orders, and craved having to obey someone, you loved to be in control, loved the power of having someone do your bidding and our conversations became more risque, as your orders became