Oh, how Natalie feared that paddle. Sometimes, when she thought about it at night, falling asleep alone as she usually did mid-week, she decided she hated it, but she knew how false it would be to believe that. She loved it--or she loved knowing that Adam had used it on her, and she had come through, and that he would use it on her again, someday.
But, unambiguously, she feared it. To be told that he would paddle her with it so severely that she wouldn't sit comfortably. . . well, as arousing as it was, she had almost said "Red."
Now as he hit her upturned bottom with it, over the little bench which had only the slightest bit of give in its padding so that her poor cheeks took almost all of the considerable force Adam mustered she again considered using her safeword.
He paddled her in the middle of her rear end, over and over, at the start, until that spot felt like she had sat on a stove. Adam had told her many times that he judged his spankings by the color he turned a girl's bottom, and so she always tried to keep from making noise as much as she could, as a point of pride, but now she cried out like a little girl over a parental lap.Buy the book at Amazon by clicking here!
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