Mistress Aiko easily makes up what she lacks in stature with motivation. Again she unleashes an exultant cry of triumph with every vicious blow she lands, and I’ve no doubt the swelling in my buttocks will soon exceed that of my cheek. Of course, Mistress could punish me for an eternity and not get enough of it. Once again she exudes acute disappointment when Empress at last orders her to step aside and resumes her rightful place with a larger and harder paddle, this one of thick black plastic.
Spelling each other this way the two devoted dominatrices belabor my buttocks almost nonstop throughout the day. Plastic soon gives way to wood, of increasing size, harness and thickness. Then the paddles become perforated, increasing the velocity and force of each impact, and then two-handed like
