She told him of the surprise of the sharpness of the smack, how it took her breath away, of her frantic efforts to protect her bottom with a splayed hand that came back in startled reflex to ward off the blow, only to be held by the wrist, pinned to her back, while his other hand never paused in its methodical spanking. It was wildly exciting, to be held helpless and squirming over the man’s lap; only when there was a pause did she become aware of the heat, her flushed state, her racing pulse, her labored breathing, the tingle of s****l arousal. And as she described all of this to him, it brought on another wave of heat.
He was relentless in his demand for details. While the spanking master watched, fascinated, she was made to say what she thought and felt, to describe the sights and soun
