This was only the beginning of punishment I had in store for my little fox. I connected the wooden spoon with her ass again, just to watch it ripple, and remembered the tight heat of her p***y wrapped around my c**k.
Unable to resist, my hands caressed her backside. The red palm print stains turned white as I swiped the sting away. Fighting to tame her beckoned forth the dom in me. I’d use every means at my disposal to take the upper hand and command her from the depths of my soul.
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
The wooden spoon delivered its promise, and Gigi thrashed so hard beneath the blows that her hip glanced against the coffee I made her. It tipped sideways, and I caught it in my fist, so only a part of what I wrote was visible. “f*****g beautiful.”
The phrase described this thing betwe
