Bobby Bones Snapchat - She loves to show off her nice lingerie one by one.

I pull off my bag and his truck just to make it rain. She starts to want to walk back to her room, but I stop her. "Sir, you can walk. You and I have something for you first." "What is it?" "I'm not sure but I think you should be rewarded for stopping. I am going to have some fun with you." I drop the bag of toys and her toys and roll up her dress to her knees. I just lead her by the hand and lead her to the small patio area by the soft raised area in the middle of the room. She starts to shout, but I tell her to shut up. "Close your mouth." I tell her to raise her arms over her head and to not to move until I give the OK. She does both of these things obediently. I put the soft fuzzy ball on the picnic table. She reaches for it and it falls from her hands. I pick it up and give a loud yell to her. I lead her by the hand to the adjacent sitting area. She starts crawling towards the edge of the room as much as her bonds will permit. I pull her arms out from behind her back and push her to the side with my hand to her forehead.

I take the other hand and wrap it around her slim arm, and then shove her to the picnic table. Her hands still bound at the wrists, she takes the picnic table instead of the end table in place. Her head drops to the hard wood. I pick up the 'toy' paddle and start to use it on her. First, she begs for mercy. I pull the toy away from her, but she catches it and rolls over in a ball. I reach out and gently rub the wooden armrest, indicating that she can get up. I roll her over and push her legs apart. She rolls back over and falls on the picnic table. I rise and lead her by the hand to the fire. She lays across the soft cushions on the fire, her face in the blanket. I rub her feet until they are on fire, and then I take the hand from her armrest and bring it up to her breast. She moans softly. I run the hand over her leg and she gasps, but it is so little she doesn't realize it.

I move my hand over her other leg and then proceed to rub the soft patch of reddened skin between her feet. I feel the heat emanating from her skin and I raise the paddle a touch. She moans further. "Please Sir, Please Beat the hell out of me." She begs. "Beat what?" I ask. "The paddle. Beat her ass. Beat her so hard that she screams. Hmmmm. I then sit back and let her recover. When she comes back to her senses, she is very red. As the seconds tick off, she is screaming. It may be more, but I prefer gentle over intense. Time a hundred times, I return to the center of the floor and repeat the process. By the time she is through thanking her master for his gift of humiliation, he is exhausted..