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A Spanking Ensues
A smirk, a flick of the hair, a defiant look with an akimbo stance.
Whether it's a raised voice,
or a direction not followed correctly or in a timely
manner.
All these belligerent bratty overtures
directed my way
earn you a strike upon an ass
properly presented upon my command.
Test me.
Stinging slap soon to be followed by a loud
sweet smack.
Every incident, a blow up your ass cheeks,
every palm placed with ferocity
to put you in your place.
Your hips upon my knees, ass facing up at me, hard cock pressed against your stomach, for I relish this.
Pussy wet...
I can feel you drip...drip...drip
As the electrical lines of force
travel from hand to buttocks
to course into your core
soaking you from the inside out.
I smile to myself, arm poised high,
waiting....taunting...teasing...escalating
the scene.
Because I know
in your soul
you need this, relish it.
as you embrace the familiar pain like a
a long lost friend.
And we are both content
By Philip Wardlow
Whether it's a raised voice,
or a direction not followed correctly or in a timely
manner.
All these belligerent bratty overtures
directed my way
earn you a strike upon an ass
properly presented upon my command.
Test me.
Stinging slap soon to be followed by a loud
sweet smack.
Every incident, a blow up your ass cheeks,
every palm placed with ferocity
to put you in your place.
Your hips upon my knees, ass facing up at me, hard cock pressed against your stomach, for I relish this.
Pussy wet...
I can feel you drip...drip...drip
As the electrical lines of force
travel from hand to buttocks
to course into your core
soaking you from the inside out.
I smile to myself, arm poised high,
waiting....taunting...teasing...escalating
the scene.
Because I know
in your soul
you need this, relish it.
as you embrace the familiar pain like a
a long lost friend.
And we are both content
By Philip Wardlow
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