I know I shouldn’t enjoy this. I know it isn’t ‘feminist’ to enjoy being where I am, bent over his knee, submitting.
His hand strikes my left buttock, then my right. The sting is pleasant. My bottom is bare, but I have a shirt on. It’s more realistic. The ‘crack’ of hand on flesh rings out.
God, it feels good.
My bottom must be reddening. He’s spanked me, what, twenty odd times. He’s fully erect, and I’m wet. Occasionally, I think about asking if he’d use a paddle or a cane…
Fifteen smacks later, I beg him to take me.
