But Mistress was right, as usual. Once the warm (well, it felt damned hot, not to put too fine a point on it) soapy water began flowing into my bowels, all my attention went to that seldom visited place. And soon thereafter, a much crisper and more...arresting...sensation of sturdily swung hard leather transferring its momentum to my ass cheeks truly hijacked ever iota of awareness. Then it was a progressively more painful series of spanks, carefully distributed because, as she said,
“Even if I might have a yen to punish some favorite spot like this deliciously tender little triangle right at the bottom center of each moon...so sweet, and makes its buttock jump and quiver ever so charmingly...Oh, I DO go on sometimes, but I do try to distribute the...stress...as evenly as possible over th
