Agree to the challenge and risk being spanked another 40 times.

"Deal," you simply answer, your pride not being able to refuse any challenge.

"Good," he smiles. "Well, then my hand is rested, lets see your ass again."

You bend over the cot again assuming the position. You are confident you have the will not to beg for mercy but not cry out. You have never been good at holding your tongue. But your biggest fear is that you are still incredibly aroused from the previous spanking. If you cum not only will it feed his already large ego, but you will certainly not keep silent.

Smack -- the game begins.

You take the first six with minimal movement, but your ass is so sore from the previous eighty-five! By the tenth smack the sting of pain has increased but no where near the swelling passion of your swollen sex.

Smack!

With the 13th strike you have to close your eyes and focus all your willpower to repress the screaming orgasm coming upon you.

Smack . . . smack . . . SMACK!

Number sixteenth forces you to bit down on your lower lip in order to prevent you from yelling out as you feel small beads of cum begin to roll down your inner thighs.