But Amanda was nothing if not patient, and swung even harder while delivering the second pass of the agonizing strap to the freshly inflamed inner thighs of her squirming subject. Janine was clearly more stressed, as the domme could tell by the deepening furrows in the lovely smooth café au lait skin between her carefully plucked eyebrows. At the end of the second dozen to each side, the ante was upped even further. This was accomplished by a simple strategy of harder and harder swings upward at a forty five degree angle to that most delicate triangle of flesh where buttock, thigh, and vulva met. And indeed, no more than another dozen blows seared that ultimate spank spot when the first moan escaped the head Girl’s tightly pursed lips. The triumphant older woman took this as a sign to swin
