The resounding smacks rang out repeatedly, punctuated by two muffled cries, as the two paddles came swinging down to flatten the sets of twin mounds, the first smack rapidly followed by another, as we alternated between our dual targets. I watched the way the resilient mounds of the richer, bigger ass bounced back, rebounding nicely at each swiftly delivered slap. And I saw the blade bite deeply into the hard little ass that waited anxiously, cringing at the far the end of the line.
“THWAP ...THWAP!..... THWAP! ...THWAP!” The whipping paddle repeatedly assaulted the solid, impudent ass, sending the small mounds wobbling.
“THWAP!....THWAP! ....THWAP!... THWAP!” The blade smacked the lush soft mounds, sending them wobbling in a wild dance.
Thus we paddled the slave girls, lightly but meth
