Mistress Tiffany started out as she usually did with the bolo paddle, striking first one ass cheek, then the other. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
The paddle left pink marks on The Man’s ass cheeks as it stung him lightly. His pain tolerance was high enough that his buttocks did not even flinch from the spanks of this relatively light paddle but remained soft as butter and bounced freely under its strokes.
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Mistress Tiffany relished the sight of her servant’s cheeks jiggling and jumping as they pinkened. “Are you going to be more careful about scratching your Mistress in the future?” she queried.
“Yes, Madam,” he replied. “I most certainly will.”
“Are you going to be more careful with her nail polish?”
“Yes indeed.”
“If there’s one thing I cann
