“Well slave?” She demanded. “Are you enjoying my present to you? Answer me.” She shouted into my ear, I could feel her breath invading my vulnerable hole.
“Answer me slave?” She demanded still shouting, the wooden spoon lashed down catching me high on the curve of my butt. I answered in the only way I could. First I gasped with the pain, then wiggled as though trying to escape, then I spoke for the first time since I had bent over to be disciplined.
“Yes madam!” I exclaimed as the spoon thrashed fast into both cheeks. My ass must look something like her mothers had looked to her, the thought excited me, my c**k reacted by bouncing up and down in arousal. I am enjoying being treated this way I realised, not just saying what I think she wants to hear.
“Six more and one special I think sla
