Mary's ass burned as Tim spanked her with his bare hand. She breathed a sigh of relief only to cry out as the first thwack of the paddle landed. Her cries quickly turned to moans as the paddling continued on. She wanted to cover her ass with her hands again, but was afraid of that hard paddle landing on and breaking her fingers. Tim punctuated the final few swats with, "How do you like that, mary. Your husband told me to apply the paddle liberally."

By the time Tim was finished paddling, Mary had tears on her cheeks and she was very docile. As Tim led her back to the garage it didn't even occur to her to struggle or try to escape, she almost felt like she was in shock.

Mary stopped moving when she felt her thighs come up against a hard wooden object. Tim stepped in front of her and pulled her wrists downward. As he spread her wrists and tied them off to some wooden posts, Mary started to come out of her stupor. She blinked a couple of times and realized he had bent her over some kind of sawhorse type object. Her wrists were spread and tied to the legs on one side and now he was walking around to the other side. She looked back at him through her legs and watched as he spread them further apart and tied off her ankles to the legs of the object. The crossbar was digging into her hips and she struggled to make herself a bit more comfortable.

Mary held her breath as Tim stepped back away from her. He just stood there for a second and she strained to see what he was doing but couldn't raise her head enough to see him. The only part of him she could see was his jean-clad legs as she peered back through the V of her parted thighs.

She watched as Tim walked around her and then kept going. Her eyes widened as she realized what she was looking at. There was a another girl in the garage and she was tied over a box. There was an old man who was covered with tattoos standing in front of her.

Tim had always had an area of his garage partitioned off, and Mary assumed he had some kind of media room in it. Obviously, it was a play room, but not the kind of play room Mary had always assumed it was! She had grown up in a strict Catholic family, as a matter of fact, that's why her mother had named her Mary. Although her Catholic sensibilities were in shock, she couldn't help but be intrigued by everything she saw around her.

Tim walked over to the other girl like a predator stalking his prey. The sight of the helpless naked girl seemed so erotic to Mary that a groan escaped her lips. The girl had some kind of blue stuff all over her back end and Mary watched as Tim ran his finger over it. Mary just about orgasmed on the spot when Tim pulled his massive erection out of his pants and started to shove it into the girl's ass.

Mary bit her lips and humped her hips helplessly in an effort to relieve some of the wanton heat flooding her pussy. She could feel some of her juices start to run down the insides of her thighs. She surreptitiously tried to grind her mons against the wooden crossbar to make herself cum. She kept glancing up at Tim, hoping that he had not seen her efforts to pleasure herself, but thankfully each time she looked up, he was concentrating on his sawing his cock in and out of the other girl's ass.