“Stay out of it, Michael. Charlotte and I have a little disagreement to settle. A small dispute over the appropriate exercise of good manners.
And he drops again to his knees, sucking at my clit, probing my core with the vibe, then again... Slap!
Beside myself, as my Master continues his work, my breathing frantic, my need to orgasm driving me crazy, becoming close to unbearable, I can do nothing. And the pain of the spanking only grows as each blow lands on the same tormented, sore, skin.
The hard metal cuffs bite into my wrists and ankles. Even bending over the bed, I am having difficulty supporting myself. “Master... I can´t stand..."
“Tough." And he pushes my ankles further apart, destabilising me entirely so that I flop over the end of the bed, simply hanging over the bed footer.
