Ryan couldn’t help noticing that Charity seemed to be breathing rather heavily, and that the musky scent of her excitement had begun to waft to his nose. The right hand he had used to spank her he now put boldly on her pussy, so that she cried out in surprised pleasure.
“Now there is no use pretending,” he said, continuing to rub so that Charity had the terrible torment of wanting desperately to spread her legs and being held firmly between Ryan’s thighs, “that the thought of this discipline doesn’t get you hot and bothered, my little slut.”
“Yes, sir,” Charity whispered, closing her eyes.
“Open your eyes, Charity,” he said sternly, and she obeyed.
“I can promise you, though, that I can spank away that pleasure at least for a while. If I’m not mistaken, that’s sufficient to send the message I want to send.”
“Yes, sir… oh, please let me open my legs…”
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