After... my Baby talked about growing up in her home. Her father was insane. He had two sides to him: the loving father and the violent man. He didn't drink but was volitale and would hit her. Baby went on to say how when he did explode, he wouldn't calm down for hours. He would be paranoid to the point of accusing his daughter (Baby) of insane things and then he would beat her when she didn't comply with his outrageous demands. Slaps across her face and choking her until she past out; on more than one occasion he punched her in the stomach so many times she vomited. One time he slapped her face a dozen or more times and then even clenched his fist and punched her repeatedly in the face and belly. I listended in stunned silence...all the while getting excited at the image of Baby teetering on her feet, beaten. I imagined being the one punishing her, knocking her around like she was a rag doll. Totally controlling, owning her. Baby then described how her father was after he came to his senses. Every time he would love and care for Baby in the most tender and considerate ways. What a lunatic, I thought....then again, was I any different.

Baby asked me if I would get a little rougher with her. I guess she is still looking for answers. I told her I would only do what turns me on....nothing more. And that we had to establish a safety word. I recommended an uncommon word --- Pacific was what we settled on. I sat there and stared at her --- there was quiet for a few moments --- then I reached out and smacked her across the face with an open hand. Her head snapped to the side and she didn't move for a few seconds. Her hair was all in her face. Baby turned and looked at me, face already readening & her eyes had tears welling up. I leaned in, grabbing the back of her neck and pulled her into a long wet kiss. Slowly I put my left hand around her soft neck and began to squeeze. I didn't stop kissing her even when she gasped for air. My pussy was dripping wet by now. I remember thinking, 'Let's get to it already...", and extended my left arm -  hand still squeezing her neck.  I reached back wih my right hand and held it for a moment....stared into Baby's eyes as they started to roll back in her head and slapped her hard across her face. When her head snapped to the side I used my left hand to straighten her up and cracked her again --- letting her fall to the mattress this time. I pushed myself in between her legs and leaned into her face. "Do you want me to stop or do you want more." Baby said nothing. She was still trying to focus on my face. I repeated my question. "More...", said my little girl. I reacahed down and grabbed a hand full of her hair and pulled her off the bed and to her feet. I made her stand in front of me -- unassisted. She wobbled a bit...so I held her by her shoulder and snapped off two quick punches into her belly. Baby crumpled to the ground. I stood over her body -- so close to orgasm. I ripped off my panties and mounted her face. Roughly grinding her I would grab a fist full of her hair and slam her face into my pussy. The force from each thrust was too much (for both of us) and I came into her nearly unconscious mouth over and over. 

After cleaning my girly up I tucked her into bed with me and we spooned until morning. Damn girl!!!!