Ella
“Please, please, please?” I beg, resting my forehead on my forearms.
“Hmm,” Sinclair rumbles thoughtfully, swatting my raised bottom with one powerful hand, while the other skillfully moves between my legs. He’s been at this for more than half an hour, though at first it was only a punishment. He bent me over the mattress and started peppering my behind with soft spanks as he lectured me about honesty, health and safety. Then my legs gave out, and he moved me onto my hands and knees in the nest. That was around the time he started tormenting my poor, neglected s*x – no doubt unable to resist the arousal pooled there as the result of his chastisement.
Sinclair leans down to kiss me between my shoulder blades. “I don’t know, as naughty as you’ve been, I don’t think you deserve to com
