Aaron resumed the spanking, starting up again where he'd left off, the wooden paddle landing strike after strike against punished red flesh. She cried, she kicked, though it didn't matter. The loathsome paddle landed like a rain of fire until it seemed that she was beyond pain, and her cries became sobs and her body was much too weary to take anymore.
In the quiet that followed, Aaron let his wife rest against his lap. He ignored the temptation to fondle the fiery hot orbs. It would be a delicious treat for them both to take her tingling body to the brink of an erotic moment. But she wouldn't learn her lesson that way, and he had to divorce himself from the tremendous desire. That would wait for another time.
“All right,” he said sternly. He pushed her a bit off his lap, until she got th
