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... him now holding him tightly on the visitors lap, the other hand slowly raising his dress, slowly revealing the satin pink panties to their eyes. He was trembling more again now, knowing what was to come, knowing it was what the visitor wanted. The cool air was tickling his satin panties, the burning embarrassment making him whimper softly as he felt his dress tucked around his waist and the hand, soft and warm sliding over those shiny soft panties that he'd been told to wear. The visitor took their time in mild exploration, knowing that the soft touch was arousing them both, then the first slap, it came as a shock to him, making him jump, gasp into his ballgag. The visitor adjusted his other hand slipping it up between his legs, slipping over his clit, clit was what the visitor made him call it, it was soft in fear yet it tingled in arousal too almost begging for that touch. The spanking began slowly, causing heat and building the sensation of pain softly and all the while the fingers touched and tickled his clit, confusing his feelings from pain to pleasure. Slowly almost imperceptibly the spanking became harder, he was whimpering more and more, it was painful now, each stroke hurting more, he tried to beg to stop but couldn't, to wriggle free from it, any attempt to evade but all to no avail. It seemed relentless, never ending, all knowledge of time and space were gone, just a focus on that spanking until as much to his shock as anything, he realised tears were running ...

... down his cheeks and suddenly everything seemed lost, he could feel himself breaking down and before he knew it he was sobbing in floods of tears. Only then did the visitor stop, the hand softly moving again over his satin panties, the fingers tickling his clit remorselessly. When his sobs subsided and the whimpering arousal resumed, the visitor gently slid him to the floor, he lay on his side in a near foetal position. ***** I apologise to those who want an instant story, but shall I continue with this story? The voice, was sudden, breaking the silence, it made him jump. It was electronic, yet soft and ungendered almost frighteningly alien in his ear "Good girl", the synthesised sound almost feminine hiding any clue to its owner, there was a pause, the quiet closing in again then, "Leanne, do you want my cock?" the words were spoken slowly, a whispering silicon gender less sound invoking fear, threat and yet that stupid submissive excitement. He was trembling again, the insufferable arousal growing until he found himself nodding almost imperceptibly,... "Leanne?" the questioned sound but a buzzing vibration in his head. He nodded again almost fearfully. The electronic voice no more than a whisper, a breath in his ear, "You know you must earn it Leanne", again the pause, the silence making the words eat into his brain, "I have some presents for you first", the silence seemed to go on longer this time, a silence leaving him quivering at the frightening thoughts created by those ...