I moaned in fear as my implacable husband cheerfully assented to this additional torment, remarking, “Why of course, Aislynn. Our naughty girl has committed so many erotic peccadilloes that you could spank her saucy little cunt all night and still not give the hungry thing all the punishment it deserves. Switch it to your heart’s content, though I’m afraid the vibrator will protect its most sensitive area...”
And then the wiry-muscled gardener laid into my poor splayed throbbing ass. Her implement laid down a terrifying line of molten fire with each swipe, made all the worse by the horrible ‘swoosh’ it made through the air before the sickening ‘thwick’ of its contact with my quivering buttocks, followed closely by my howl of dismay as I watched my punished moons clench and spasm fruitless
