"Please... no more..." Lydia begged, her wrinkled eyes pleading as she struggled to keep her composure through the tears.
Kevin, hearing the genuine fear in her voice, couldn't resist teasing. "Well, since you asked so nicely, Grandma, I will stop," he said with a smirk. He gently caressed her now tomato-red and slightly swollen butt, noticing that her red lace panties were damp and nearly soaked.
Kevin released his grip on her neck and leaned closer, pressing his warm, hard penis against her red butt cheeks. He spoke, his voice sending shivers down her spine, "But this was just a taste of what's to come, Lydia. Do you enjoy being forced now?"
Lydia's thoughts raced as she grappled with her conflicting feelings. 'If I say no, he'll probably spank me more... But if I say yes... he'll do it anyway... But why am I... liking the pain...? 'With a hesitant and tearful voice, she finally admitted, "I... like it..."
"Well, you should have said that earlier, and we wouldn't have to take this route," Kevin said as he squeezed her red butt.
She winced in pain, by being her butt fondled, "Seee."
"Don't worry, no more spanking for you now. Let's move on to the main course," he said, his face still close to hers. He slowly removed her drenched panties, whispering into her ear, "Now you'll get what you came here for."
Lydia's mind buzzed with anticipation, thinking, 'Is he finally have sex with me....but can Take his that monstrous penis....you have to light after being your butt slapped for a half an hour you have too.....it's just what you've been wanting...?' She could feel the air on her exposed bits as Kevin's member brushed against her sensitive rear.
But Kevin wasn't one to make things too easy. With a sly grin, he firmly guided her onto the bed, being careful to free her hands. She winced slightly as her sore butt met the sheets. However, now, eagerly hoping for the moment she'd been craving, she gritted her teeth through the discomfort and kept her eyes fixed on Kevin as he joined her on the bed.
She gazed at him with eager anticipation as he once again took hold of her hands and secured them to the bedrest. Kevin couldn't help but smirk as he stood on the bed, observing Lydia's eager gaze fixated on his member.
With her hands bound to the bedrest, Lydia's appearance was a mix of vulnerability and exposed desire. Her beige dress had been torn from her chest, revealing a lacy bra and a perky nipple that peered through it. On one side, where Kevin had torn the arm of her dress to bind her hand, her armpit was exposed, adding a touch of sensuality to her overall appearance. 'Keith is gonna be mad.' The tear in her dress extended to her stomach, leaving her midriff partially exposed, showing a bit of her curved but flat belly.
Lydia's face, though aged, displayed a sharp and well-maintained outline. Her gray hair, once neatly tucked into a bun, now cascaded down, slightly sticky from the earlier activities. Her eyes were swollen from crying, with traces of tear streaks marring her makeup. Her cheeks bore the reddish hue of recent slaps, creating a striking contrast with the paleness of her skin. Despite her mature years, there was an undeniable allure in her appearance, a testament to her well-preserved beauty even in the midst of this unconventional encounter.
As Kevin continued his audacious actions, he tore Lydia's dress apart from the bottom to the already torn top, exposing her entire figure to his gaze. Lydia's supple thighs came into full view, adorned with a bushy tuft of hair between them. Her private area was now unveiled, glistening with moisture from the earlier excitement, while her bottom, only partially visible, showed signs of redness and swelling from the recent activities.
"Why are you tearing the dress? Just pull it down!" Lydia exclaimed with frustration and anger. She had carefully chosen this dress for the occasion, and watching it being torn apart was infuriating to her.
In a bid to maintain some semblance of modesty, Lydia squeezed her thighs together, using them as a makeshift cover, allowing Kevin to observe the wild and dense growth of hair in her intimate region. Unlike some women with neatly groomed and curly hair, hers was untamed, with a full and unruly appearance that covered the entire area between her thighs. The contrast between her wild, natural look and the exposed vulnerability in her eyes created a unique and intriguing scene.
With her legs now bound to the bed, Lydia was in a vulnerable position. Her hands were already secured to the bedrest, and her legs were spread wide apart, exposing her bushy area. The slightly parted folds revealed her inner skin, leaving her in a state of heightened vulnerability.
Kevin took a moment to admire Lydia's securely bound form and grinned, saying, "Well, that looks just about perfect."
Meanwhile, Keith had been dozing off and woke up with an annoyed groan. "Why can't you guys keep it down? Some of us are trying to get some shut-eye here," he grumbled, rubbing his eyes. When he finally focused, he couldn't believe his eyes at what was happening in the room.
She walked in and did a double-take, seeing the grey-haired lady all tied up on the bed with her clothes in tatters. The older woman looked terrified, and her cheeks were still rosy from some recent slapping action. Her legs were spread out, showcasing a rather swollen and red rear end, probably from a good spanking. She turned to Kevin, baffled.
"Why'd you tie her up like this, Kevin?" she asked, her tone one of sheer bewilderment, as she stared at Lydia, who was bound to the bedpost.
Kevin nonchalantly shrugged, as if this were a totally normal situation. "Well, she asked for it," he replied with a casual demeanor.
"Why're you lyin', you little brat? I didn't force you," Lydia snapped back, refusing to let Kevin twist the truth.
Kevin, still sporting that smirk, was ready to retort when Keith, who had now fully awakened, interjected. Sitting up, she rubbed her tender buttocks and addressed Lydia in a surprisingly matter-of-fact manner.
"Lydia, no need to feel awkward around me. You did mention you're into the whole 'forced' thing, so let's not pretend otherwise. Just fess up – what else are you into? More spanking, like Kevin dished out? Or do you have some other desires?" Keith's words echoed Kevin's earlier ones, but her eyes held a mischievous glint that sent a chill down Lydia's spine.
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