4 - Poor Thing
Damon
I loved the look of surprise and shock turning into fear and excitement in her eyes. Even though half of her face was masked, her eyes were very expressive.
“It will hurt!” she blurted, but still kept her thighs open.
Good girl.
I knew a little spanking with a belt would turn the brat into a tamed kitten. She was lucky it was our first time playing, or I wouldn’t bat an eye using a cane to punish her.
“Then why are you getting wet, kitten?” I asked, spreading her wider and groaning at the sight of her bare s*x. The scent of her feminine, musky arousal wafted in the air. “Don’t move your hands.”
I straightened up and noticed her taking a shuddering breath. I flexed my hands, making sure my grip was tight on the looped belt, and spanked her p***y with a light
