As predicted, within seconds, the spanked girl exploded into a throaty orgasm, her buttocks flexing for a time to the rhythm of her ecstatic contractions rather than the tattoo of the crisp wood against her quaking bottom flesh. But her no-nonsense spanking didn't miss a beat, and all too soon the lovely Iraqi's rear end resumed its intricate involuntary dance to Jack's painful beat. Thrice more during the four hundred swats the dark-skinned beauty climaxed, more than she had during a spanking in many months (even though her Master, who shared Rafe's enjoyment of combining erotic pain and pleasure, frequently hand-stimulated her p***y while punishing her until she came at least once). But at last, the final spank fell, and the room lapsed into silence save for the decrescendo breathing of
