9
SAVANNA
His huge hand came down again, right, then left, then right, then left. My hips wriggled and I could feel his erection growing under me.
I stopped wiggling and started counting.
“Chain of command.” He snapped.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
“I say it, you do it! End of chain. Are we clear?” he asked.
Five more solid spanks with me draped over his knees.
“Yipes! That hurts!” I insisted, aware of every single aspect of his being. The thin cotton fabric of his button-up shirt brushing against my flank, the huffs of air which puffed from his mouth when he lit into me. Such treatment should offend an independent woman.
But my n*****s were rigid, and my p***y’s wet heat gave away my arousal every time his powerful hand connected with vulnerable, exposed flesh.
Was my skin rosy and infl
