Why was I made? What am I for? Such thoughts crossed my mind as I rushed through the air to land on the white, round cheeks of her beautiful backside.
Crack! “Ow, that stung. More, need, more!”
Again, I flew, and again I landed perfectly across her rump.
Crack! “God, yes!”
I could see moisture in her eyes and on her swollen pussy lips, her pink bottom trying to tell me something. Was it pink with embarrassment, pain or pleasure?
Then I knew. Pleasure-pain. Happy girl. My existence justified.
Crack! One more for good measure before my job is done.
