Birthday Spanks
Friday Morning “Come here and bend over my knee,” I tell him. He looks dubiously at the size of my lap and the elevation at which I am sitting. “Is… Read more »
Friday Morning “Come here and bend over my knee,” I tell him. He looks dubiously at the size of my lap and the elevation at which I am sitting. “Is… Read more »
I count. One… Two… Three… A flick to the tip of his cock, a smack — curved palm against pink flesh, a pinch along the shaft… Four… A solid thwack… Read more »