“Mario, please,” she howled, as the second smarting slap landed. She hadn’t expected him to seize her this way for just the tiniest little remark. And when he hauled her over his lap, she knew he wasn’t really serious. But still the spanking hurt like all the others.
“Oh, don’t protest yet,” Mario told her. “I’m just beginning! You love this and you know it.”
He delivered another several smacks on her glorious round bottom, making both bouncing cheeks begin to blush his favorite shade of red.
She wailed like the dickens and kicked her legs, her arms going every which way, like the naughty submissive woman that she was.
The truth was, she did love it. The wonderful warm feeling of Mario’s hand on her bottom was bringing out the most lovely feelings that flooded everywhere throug
