He pushed me onto the bed, my face down, my bottom raised high. His hand still gripped my hands, and in that awkward position, my arms begun to ache.
“Please, Reggie,” I pleaded with him softly, tugging against his firm hold.
“Only if you’ll keep them out of my way,” he said, as he released his hold. My arms fell gratefully to my side.
I wondered what he was going to do, though not for long. He began smacking my ass with the palm of his hand as if he were starting all over again. It wasn’t long, however, before I realized that this was nothing like the earlier punishment, but something much lighter and deliberately sensuous. It was so unlike Reggie to suggest a s****l moment at this point of an intense session. If his intentions were s****l, I’d adore him forever – I was so ready to get
