Pleasures Of An Audience
She flailed her legs and arms, whined and moaned and raised holy hell!
But he wouldn’t stop.
She tried to wriggle from his grasp, but that didn’t work either, for he had her tightly by the waist. He’d done it by the design, it was more intimate and more confining to have her over his lap. There was less chance Roslyn would get away. And when there was a chance she’d get away, she’d get angry and resentful of being spanked, rather than yielding to what she needed.
She was sobbing profusely when he pushed her off his lap, but it wasn’t altogether a sincere cry. It was just special effects that she performed, to engage his sympathy and attempt to ease the painful blows of the ancient butter paddle against her thighs and ass. She never really knew if her act
