“I’m going to remember to wash the faucets,” The Man replied.
“And what are you going to remember about the refrigerator?” she queried.
“To do a thorough job and clean out all the drawers,” he said.
Tiffany decided it was time to go to a bit stronger of a disciplinary instrument. She put down the bolo paddle and picked up the solid, fraternity style one. A twinge went through The Man: he knew from experience that this paddle was harsher. He tried to inwardly prepare himself for it.
Mistress Tiffany held the paddle in front of his face. He kissed it.
Holding it with both hands, Mistress Tiffany drew it back as far as she could, then brought it down full force on the naked ass cheeks. Swat! This paddle made a fiercer sound and left a more solid rectangular pink mark.
Swat! Swat! Swat!
