Oh, how I miss spankings. Not for being a naughty girl. Not for punishment. It was never like that. Spanking to bring pain and pleasure. Spanking to leave a mark. Spanking because it was enjoyable for both of us. Oh God, I would kill for this (I came while I watched it).
The sharp sting across my ass. The reddening of my skin. The sound echoing in the room. The “Thank you, Sir!” after each smack. Those moments when the spanking becomes so fast, there’s no time to thank him, only feel the sensation of warm hand across hot skin.
The pause as my ass is kneaded and massaged. The feeling of a hand across my cunt, discovering just how wet I am. The relentless smack, smack, smack, smack. It goes on forever. It ends too soon.
Touch my clit in this moment, and I will cum instantly.