"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..."
