Quentin was impressed so far. He was not ignorant to her wetness, or the sensitivity of her still oh-so-sensitive cunt, and he knew the workings of his toy would be sending shivers through her that would all but demand to spill out into a lusty moan. He was sure, too, that she would shudder and orgasm if he rocked it too hard, but then it would hardly be a game if she didn't have those instinctive reactions... And he liked games like this. Ones where he won either way, and ones where he was given a ripe chance to play with an intriguingly pretty young female.<br/><br/>The paddle rubbed at her; over and over it smoothed across her backside. Upon occasion he'd clap it against her softly enough that it wouldn't hurt, but definitely so that she'd feel the twang of fear, and - if Quentin was getting his way and slowly breaking the girl in a way beyond simple obedience - another rush of pleasure. Her skin pinkened pleasingly, blushing from the taps landing repeatedly and softly against her, a reminder that there was more at stake than her simple pleasure.<br/><br/>That was secondary, though. More pressing was the shaft that switched to rocking back and forth, driving forward into the girl, to tease her even less tested depths. He settled into a sort of rhythm; driving it against her til she felt she couldn't help but scream, then relenting just slightly - as though being given a chance - and instead rocking it side to side to test her lips. She was used to the same kind of treatment... Of pushing her to her limit, testing it, and stretching it. Eventually she knew, too, that he'd go that little bit too far, only this time she had to hope she was given permission to let him. There was nothing else for her to do, save to hope, and try to clench down enough to hold on.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>