Okay... I have to admit. As I am walking out of this church, I am damn mad. I know that Derek was having the same thoughts as I was. I mean come on. A man cannot stick his ten and a half inch schlong inside of you and stand next to you like it is nothing, never thinking about it. I grumble as I walk out. They are looking at me. All of this church people, parishioners, I think... They are judging me. I shrug and hold my head high. I have the cock to go home to. What do they have?

Now I have a slight problem. In my angry rant, I realize that I have no keys. It's freezing out, and no keys for me. No way to get into the car. I refuse to go back in there. I walked out with my head high and I am not going back in with my head dropped. So I sit on the cement wall, which freezes your ass literally when you sit on it.

Apparently church on Christmas Eve is a big deal. I say this because there is now a line. There are people standing outside the door waiting to get in. I feel bad for the people that will be coming out. They are definitely going to be rushed by this happy mob of religious folk. The only advice I can offer is watch the canes. Not only do they make excellent beating sticks, but they off a means to trip someone. At least now, these people think I am also waiting also. They don't know the truth, that I have been banished.

So. I like hot guys. Who doesn't like hot guys? Me, I'm a clean cut kind of girl. And as I stand there, I see this fine piece of meat before me. There this hotness stands before me looking well, hot. Nice indigo stonewash jeans hanging on his hips. His black leather jacket looks amazing. And then you have the great shoes. The guy is hot. And if I were still looking in the fuck buddy business, I would be snatching him up. Alas, I have Derek.

So you remember that I have that knack for cock guessing. Well this guy, I fear he isn't too big. Not well endowed. He is tiny. I can just tell these things. You know how you go to the amusement ark and they have a guess your weight stand. Well, I'm going to get in on this action. It will be a guess the schlong size booth. I am the true winner here. See, I figured this out already. I will always guess small. I don't care about giving away the stuffed animals because I screwed up. See, they have to prove it. That means I would be looking at cock all day. How much better could it get? So that is me, schlong guesser. Oh how I long to guess the schlong.

"Hey..." Derek says softly as he rushes by. I was so far gone in my schlong guessing game I didn't even realize that I missed the rush excitement.

"I'm in deep shit, right?" I ask as I jump up and follow him to the car. They are behind. And I am afraid. Very afraid.

"You are fucked." Derek says frankly as we walk. "What the hell was wrong with you?" He asks as he shakes his head.

"I was thinking about cock." I say with a sigh as we near the car. I hear the sound of elephants, it must be Mark running up.

"Mer... Grandma is so pissed at you." Mark says with a chuckle. "You are so screwed."

"Yeah. I think we established that." I tell him with a frown. I care, but I don't care. I am hardcore. I am tough. That tiny nighty-eight pound woman doesn't scare me. Or so I say.

I say nothing as we climb in the car. I am on the shit list. I am so high on the shit list it is scary. The only ones that aren't mad at me are Mark and Derek. The others, as I shall call them, are ostracizing me. They are ignoring me and treating me like I no longer exist. Okay. So I laugh in church and now I am going straight to hell. Awesome.

"I don't see what the big deal is!" I say frankly as I look around. "Aunt Claire was singing so loud the whole place was looking. Or it could have been that they smelled the beer coming off of her. And Grandpa fell asleep the whole time. He hates this more than I do. And Grandma, don't think I didn't see your head go back. You people are so condescending!" I say loudly as I shake my head and roll my eyes. They ignore me. It's what they do. They act like I don't exist. "I made it worse, didn't I?" I ask Mark frankly as I looked over.

"Well, let's put it this way. Before you dug a hole. Now you are in the grave." He says with a nod.

"Yep. I guess I did. But you guys are all condescending." I say louder, making sure they know.

Okay. So here is me. I am the way I am because I am the way I am. I apologize. But I don't usually mean it. I mean, rarely. Everyone says I'm sorry. I think we've all gotten so used to it that we just say it out of habit. See, I don't say things that I don't mean. So all that shit I just spat, I meant it. And they know it.

Apparently, something has awaken in me. I need to say I am sorry. Even if I don't want to. I will do it. I do it to keep the peace. I mean it will most likely be a huge load of bullshit, but I will still say it. Everyone is in the respective places. And grandma is alone in the kitchen. So I strike.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't stop. I know that is no excuse. It's just- You know how excited I get... About church and hearing the word and all that. I couldn't help it. I wanted to share my joy with everyone." I tell her with a smile. I am such a little bitch. And a fine deceiver. "I got caught up. It was inappropriate and I know it."

"Oh, Mer... It's okay. I know you don't like it. But it's the one thing... All of us together. It makes me feel like everything is great, even when it isn't." Grandma said with a weak smile.

"I know. And I am sorry. Maybe we could go to church together. This weekend?" I suggest. Oh holy shit! I did not have to add that in. Continually fucking myself here.

"That would be great." Grandma says with a genuine smile. Yep. That is my trickery.

"Well... Goodnight. I'm really tired." I say with a smile as I look at her. Or hungry for cock.

"Goodnight." The she-devil says as she hugs me. I want to vomit. I hate hugs. Hate.

I smile smugly as I walk away. I really am a devil. Maybe I am a bad person. I shake my head as I walked out the front door and to my car. See, I promised discipline. As I open the door I look down. Crop or bat? Crop or bat? I reach in and grab my black Beval crop, that one hurts more. I get a shit-eating grin on my face as I walk to the house. I will show him who's boss. Like I said... He was a bod boy. And I am an even badder girl.

I can feel the adrenaline pumping in my veins as I walk down the basement stairs. I have my crop tucked in the back pocket of my jeans. I want to surprise him. And oh will it be a surprise. See, I have a need. A strong need. I need him. I need him now. And honestly, I may just fuck him hardcore in front of everyone. If they are there, I don't care. Right there in front of everyone. Yep... That is the need. I am an addict. How many times do I have to keep telling you that?

As I walk downstairs, no one is around. Mark is no where to be found. Thank god. It's hard to have a fuck-fest when he is around. Who am I kidding? He makes no difference to me. Not when I have that big cock in my face. Not when it stands up and begs for me. Not when it starts to drip with it's droplets of pre-cum. Yep, I am dripping. And now I will make him drip.

As I rip open the door, I see him pulling his shirt over. Holy shit. That perfect chest. And those pajama pants. They are just scraps. They are just tiny barriers in my way. I look at him in shock. I'm assuming that he wasn't expecting me to come in and attack him. Maybe he thought the church incident was going to stop something.

"You're wasting your time." I tell him frankly as I stand there. He has no idea that I have a beat stick in my pocket. And now I am going to beat his stick. "Take them off." I say throatily as I look into his deep blue eyes.

"Aren't we bossy?" Derek asks with a smirk as he pulls his shirt over his head.

"You see, Derek... You were a bad boy. A very bad boy..." I tell him as I stand there with my hands on my hips.

"Was I? And what exactly did I do wrong?" He asks with a smug smile. He likes this. I can see it in his eyes. He wants me to dominate over him.

"Making me get all hot in the church. Making my pussy drip for you. That was very bad. So very bad. And I think you need some discipline." I tell him with a nod as I watch him strip his pants off and stand there. His hard cock was begging for me. He wanted me. And he would get me. But not until after I make him beg.

"I need discipline?" He questions as he begins to walk towards me.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." I tell him as I put my hand up. "Get on the bed. Face down. Now." I growl as I point to the bed. Derek gives me a smirk, but soon decides that he is game. He slowly walked over to the bed and lays down. He has to be crushing his cock. I don't care.

"Bad boys get in trouble." I tell him as I amble over to the bed. "Big trouble. Bury your head into the pillow."

"What?" He asks in shock as he turns around.

"I will give you what you want, if you do as I say." I tell him as I walk over, pulling my top over my head, ignoring the buttons. I then pull my jeans off, grabbing the crop from my pocket. Just my black lacy bra and panties. I crawl up on the bed with Derek, ready to give him what he deserves. "Derek, you were bad." I warn him as I run the crop down his spine.

"What the fuck?" He yells as he jumps up and looks at me.

"If you want pussy, you will lay back down." I warn him quickly. "I can leave right now. I know you want it. Bad boys need their discipline when they act naughty." I say as I shove him down hard. Derek nods his head and lays face first on the down pillow. Hopefully it will silence his screams.

I run the crop down his spine. It slides so smoothly, the black leather over his soft skin. I run it over his ass and around each cheek. I can feel the pleasure burning in my own core as I think about what I am going to do with him. I run the crop down one leg and up the other. As I reach his ass, I raise it up high and come down on him with a hard crack.

"You crazy bitch!" He screams loudly as he jumps out of the bed. "My ass! My ass!" He cries out as he rubs his hand over it. I hear them coming. This is not good.

"Derek, are you okay?" My aunt Claire asks him as she stands at the door.

"Um... Yeah. Fine. I just stubbed my toe. Thanks though... For asking... Goodnight." He stammers as he stands there, rubbing the welt that I have created.

"Okay... Goodnight." Aunt Claire says as she walks away.

"That fucking hurt. Have you lost your mind?" He growls as he stands there. He looks a little angry. I have no idea why. Yes I do, I lit him up harder than a horse. I would never hit a horse that hard.

"I like a little pain with my pleasure..." I say with a smile. "I thought you were game... But I guess not." I say with a disappointed shrug as I walk over and pick up my clothes.

"You're leaving?" He asks in shock as he watched me.

"Well, yeah." I tell him as I go to pull my shirt on. His wheels are spinning. He's thinking about what he is losing.

"Well, do I get to hit you back?" He questions with a smile. Apparently he wants to get a little freaky too.

"Of course. But I go first." I tell him with a nod. A smile comes across his face. Maybe this isn't a good idea. I think he actually wants to hurt me.

"Did you say I was a bad boy?" Derek asks me as he walks over and grabs my ass, pulling me against him.

"Maybe." I agree with a faint smirk, matching his. I love the way his hand feels as he grips me tightly. He quickly covers my mouth with his. Before I can even pull away, his tongue is in my mouth. I don't like that. Not one bit. I quickly shove him away. "No kissing. Now you are really fucked." I say angrily as I walk towards him, pointing to the bed.

"I was kind of hoping so." He says as he walks over and lays down. Now back to what I was doing.

"Are you a bad boy, Derek?" I ask him in a throaty voice as I run the crop over his back. "Tell me... Are you a bad boy?"

"I am." Derek agrees in a muffled tone into the pillow. I gently tap the crop on his ass. Just enough to let him know that I am there and ready to strike.

"And why are you bad boy?" I ask him quickly. "Tell me exactly why you are a bad boy.

"Because You want to fuck me." He muttered softly as he looked back at me.

"Wrong answer!" I spit as I rise the crop and hit him firmly on the back. "That is the wrong answer. You were bad because you made me wet. Do you think it is appropriate for me to get wet in church? That was bad, Derek, very bad!" I say angrily as I smack him on the ass over and over again. I run the crop over his muscled back and to his shoulders. "You make me wet. That is bad. You make me want to cum. In church. You are bad, Derek." I tell him as I smack his back.

"You're right..." He says meekly, obviously feeling the stings of my riding crop on his soft flesh.

"So you know... You have figured it out. Maybe now I will have to be nice..." I suggest as I pull off my bra. I toss the lacy material to his face. I quickly lean up, pulling my panties off and tossing those too. Derek takes a sniff and them rubs them softly with his thumb.

"Awfully wet." He points out, seeing and feeling my panties in his hand.

"Don't talk. Not unless you want punishment." I warn him as I straddle his ass. His ass is hard. Nice and firm as I sit my pussy lips on him. I'm wet. I am dripping wet, on his ass. I can feel my little clit throbbing and swelling for him. I lay my body over his, making sure that he feels my rock hard nipples against his back. I rub myself on him. I hear him let out a moan. He likes it. "So you like that?"

"Oh god, yes... I'm going to lift us off the bed." He admits, knowing his cock is hard and ready. I let out a moan, feeling his flesh against mine, my soft bush teasing his ass. I gently rock my hips, grinding my pussy into his ass. I can do this. I can do it well. I am so hot, I'm ready as it is.

"Oh god..." I moan as I grind against him. I know it is killing him. I'm grinding him, and he is having to grin and bear it. I gently stroke my own clit a few times and let out panting moans. "Oh yes... Oh god... Oh yes... Oh yes!" I shout as my orgasm takes over. My body is crashing as my ample cum runs out and onto him. I know he can't be amused. Now he is just jealous. "Oh yeah..." I mutter as I cover my hands with my own cum and reach up to his face. He quickly takes finger after finger in, sucking my juices off.

"You taste good." He admits as he rolls onto his back, pushing me out of position.

"Oh no... I was not done." I warn him as I sit on his chest and grab my crop.

"But I want to fuck you now." He tells me as he looks into my eyes. I let a smirk cross my face. He wants to fuck me. I have the upper hand.

"Now you have made me cum. Do you think that makes you a good boy?" I ask as I lean down and trail my tongue over his chest.

"You made yourself cum." He warns me as he looks up. I quickly take a bite of his little nipple, my teeth squeezing it tightly. I can feel him wince and pull away. "I made you cum! I did!" He tells me quickly.

"That is the correct answer." I tell him with a nod as I look down at him. He smiles, grateful that I am not bestowing punishment on him once again. "Will you do it again?" I ask him. A loaded question. I scoot back onto his thighs and look down at his cock. He looks at his cock and looks at me. I take his balls in my firm grasp and smile and evil smile.

"Only if you want me to." He says smugly. That is to my satisfaction. I quickly trace his large vein and rub my thumb around the head of his penis. I lean over and grab a condom off of the table. He watches intently as I roll it on.

"Do you deserve this?" I ask as I look into his eyes.

"I deserve whatever punishment you want to give." He says with a nod, his cock begging, my pussy dripping.

"Then fuck me, Derek! Fuck me hard!" I say frankly as I look at him. He quickly grasps my body and helps me slide onto his cock. This will be good. So good.

I feel his thick cock fill my void. I spread my thighs farther, making room for him. He grasps my hips tightly as I rock forward and backward on him. I close my eyes and throw my head back as he leans forward and takes my nipple into his mouth. Now he is biting. He is biting hard and sending it straight to my core. I let out a whimper as I feel his huge member pressing against my cervix.

"How do you like that?" He asks as he thrusts upward into me, causing me pain.

"Oh god..." I spit, feeling the pain, quickly erased by the feeling of his finger on my clitoris. "Oh god... Right there!" I shout as I grind my pussy against his thumb.

"Not so fast." He says as he pulls his fingers out and smile. I feel his fingers run up and down my body as he continues to trust into me while I rock round and round on his big dong.

"Oh come on! Come on..." I beg as I fuck him frantically, ready to feel him release. "Oh god, oh god!" I cry out as I bounce over and over again. Derek takes ahold of my bouncing breasts and squeezes them tightly. I clench my jaw and squeeze my inner muscles, stimulating him. I hear him let out a loud groan at the added tightness.

"You are a bad little girl. And after this... I am... Fuck!" He spits as he feels himself ready to cum. "You are getting it!" He warned as I started pumping harder and harder, letting out quiet moans.

"Oh god... Oh god! Thank you! Right... Keep that up!" I beg as I continue my same motion. I feel myself on the edge. One more rock and I am there. "Oh god... There... Oh my... Oh my... Oh...GOD!" I cry out as my wall contract violently and my vagina and uterus follow suit. My cum releases and floods his cock, slipping down.

"Oh god, Mer... Fuck yes!" He spits as he shoots his seeds into the condom. I sit aboard his iron stick and look down at him. His eyes are glazed over. So are mine. We look through slits. It was good. And now, I have to be punished.

I lay on my back and look at him. I think I am in some deep shit. I think he wants to one up me. He wants to get me worse than I got him. And I have to admit, I got off beating him. It felt great being in control. I love the power. I hold the power. And my core heats up and drips in anticipation.

"I'm the boss. You will keep your fucking mouth shut. You keep your mouth shut until I tell you to." He growls as rolls over my. I totally have this coming. And I have a feeling I may regret it. "I put my lips where I want to. My mouth goes where I want it to. And you don't fight it. If I tell you to do something, you do it."

"Sounds like a lot of rules to me." I grumble as I look up. I never had that many rules. I was just in it for the beatings.

"Hey... You signed on. This was the agreement. Now lay there and stay quiet." He tells me as he leans over and kisses my collarbone. I hate this. I hate kisses. If it were five minutes earlier, I would have beat him into a bloody mess.

"I hate you." I growl as I look up at him. That was all it took. I feel his teeth on my nipple. He is squeezing way too tightly. "Ouch, you fucker!" I yell as I hit him as hard as I can.

"I told you to keep your fucking mouth shut!" He spat as he raises the crop up. He raises it over his head and comes down and stops just before he hits my flesh.

"Apparently you don't have the balls." I laugh as I look at this pathetic man before me. Well, that pissed him off. Now he has the crop above his head and he comes down hard on my leg. I feel the sting. It hurts, but it feels so good.

"I think you know I have the balls. And unless you want my cock in your mouth, keep it shut." He warns once again. I think I may be getting to him. Derek trails his tongue over my body. His tongue plays with my injured nipple and he sucks into a peak. He trails down my stomach and stops at my pussy, giving me an evil smile. He needs to tease me. I want that tongue on me. He places his finger inside and swirls around.

"Awful wet." He tells me as he shakes his head. "Did I ask you to get this wet?" He looks at me, waiting for an answer. I give him none. "So you need discipline. You don't speak when I tell you to, but you will speak out of turn. Bad." He tells me as he grabs the crop and runs to down my body. He trails my nipples, flicking them hard. He raises the crop up and smacks my abdomen hard. I wince, but smile. He can't get me. I feel the leather slid between my wet folds. He rubs the end across my clit. I can't take it. My hips buck at the sensation.

"Bad." He says as he pulls away and smacks my pussy with the crop. I think I am ready to cry. That hurt and it hurt bad. But it only makes me gush harder. "You are a getting it... You understand how you need to act." He tells me with a smile. "Spread your legs."

I gently spread my legs for him. I am dripping wet. I need him so bad. I just want his big dong deep inside of me. He runs kisses up my legs, taking and occasional bite. I don't say a word as his face disappears into my pussy. His tongue licks on lip and then the other. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of a moan or a smile. He sticks his tongue deep inside and thrusts it around, sucking my fluid out. I feel him abandon my core and move to my clit. The money shot. He flicks it hard and fast. It hurts as he nips it sharply. I feel myself coming hard and fast. I swallow hard and clench my jaw as I feel the waves crash over me. My ass tightens, trying to absorb what my body wants to do. It wants to go wild with pleasure.

"Was it not good?" Derek asks in shock as he comes up, his face smeared with my cum. I say nothing as I lay there. "You know what I think?" He asks, receiving nothing from me. "You need a good hard fuck." He tells me as he rolls over. "Now get on my cock. That is where you belong." I drop my head, feigning submission. I never truly submit. I look at that rock hard member. I want it so badly. I want to spread my walls to oblivion.

"And this silence ends." He tells me with a nod as rolls on a condom, then pumps his cock and tells me to climb in. "Fuck me now." I slowly throw my leg over him and sink down slowly on his cock. It is pleasure. Nothing feels better than his member in me. "You are a tight little fuck, aren't you, you bad girl?" He asks throatily as he looks into my eyes. I don't say a word as I pull myself up and sink back down hard. "I told you to talk. If you aren't going to talk, you're going to get it!" He warns as he lifts up the crop. I want it. It just intensifies everything. I want that soft leather smacking my soft flesh. I say nothing as he raises the crop and cracks me hard on the ass.

"Oh fuck yes!" She spit. "Harder, hit me harder." I tell him as I frantically ride his iron rod. "Harder, oh god, harder." I cry out loudly. It feels so good. So intense. Derek smacks my ass with one hand, and flicks my clit with the other. My hands rest on his chest, helping me to bounce. "Oh god...Oh god...I my... Fuck... Oh..." I whine as I feel myself on the brink. Derek drops the crop and grabs a breast with each hand, squeezing tightly.

"Oh fuck yes!" Derek shouts as he thrusts into me. I am so battered from pleasure and pain as I feel my climax coming. I rock as fast as I can. losing control. Sweat pours from me as I feel it coming.

"Oh god...Oh...Oh...OH!" I scream loudly as I feel it crash over me. Hard. My body contracts over and over again. My uterus is pulsating. My vagina squeezes the life out of his cock. I feel him pulsating. I feel him touch my clit frantically as wave after wave crashes over me, chills coming over my whole body as I release over and over.

"Fuck yes." Derek spits as he thrusts into me, milking my orgasms, homing for more contractions. I feel his cock begin to spurt wildly as he rolled his eyes back in his head. "You are so fucking good." He tells me as he looks up. I nod as pull myself off of his shrinking cock, holding the condom on it's base.

I lay on my back. Both of us are bruised at battered. My body is covered in a mess. My hair is matted. And Derek, he lays there with a self satisfied grin on his face. I can't stay there. This is fucking, and that is it. And at the moment, I'm done. I quickly pull myself out of the bed and throw my clothes on.

"You could stay... After some rest, we could go another round?" He suggests as he pulls the condom off and throws it in the paper bag that is accepting our collection.

"If I want another round. I will come get you." I tell him frankly. I can do that. I can just walk away.