But all good things must come to an end, so to say, and a final spanking remained for the penitent Mother. Rafe sighed as he withdrew from Estela's delightful p***y, and put his c**k away as he took up the oven shovel that had inflicted by far the most telling anguish on her daughter's quivering buttocks. The bound, bent, and bared beauty's poor throbbing nether moons had been given a respite during her strapping, save for their tender undercurves, but that boon also was destined to pass away. Fortunately, the two grownups both recalled that only two repetitions of two dozen spanks per side had been required to wring every bit of information and repentance out of the blonde miscreant, so Estela's next ordeal seemed destined to be substantially briefer than the three previous spankings.
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