“You get through it and love it,” George assured her. He gazed longingly at the readied waiting ass cheeks. Brett had been daring enough not to wear panties, and there was nothing but jiggling flesh to greet his gaze.
“You’re very lovely, Mrs. Longchamp. I’m going to have lots of fun here.”
He wasted no further time, delivering a dozen quick smacks of his hand on Brett’s rear end. With a slow methodical pace, he covered every inch of her already sore behind. The spanking of her morning was still very much with her, and it wasn’t long before Brett’s bottom was aching madly.
Strangely, however, Brett didn’t find herself barking all the nasty protests she often used with her husband. Perhaps there was no ax to grind, no argument the way it might be with Kyle, or matter of principle, the wa
