“There’s a hairbrush in the bathroom,” he informed her. He wanted the same result as she did.
“Go get it,” she said, rolling off of him. He dutifully complied, quickly retrieving the brush. “Now lie down again, I rather like that position.
He was face down on the bed again, his rear end not glowing nearly enough. Gabriella took the hairbrush and began giving him one nasty spirited spanking.
“You know Greg, if you want me around, you’d better expect this because I’ll never believe you’ll mend your ways. I’ll just know you deserve a good paddling every time.”
Greg moaned his response as his d**k hardened underneath him, with each whack of the brush. He knew he was a naughty boy, he could feel it in his bones. This woman was the only one who’d ever understood the enormous unmet need in hi
