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O-One,You say between a sob when your boyfriendβs hand slaps your ass for the first time out of many to come tonight. Chris wasted no time yanking you inside his bedroom and bending you over his legs. The apologies youβve been spewing out fly over his head, squirming continuously but his hold of your hands behind your back keeps you in place. ππ¦βπ΄ π΄π΅π³π°π―π¨π¦π³ π΅π©π’π― π©π¦ ππ°π°π¬π΄. The flesh of your naked body is hot as youβre laid stomach first on his lap. You know you shouldnβt have acted the way you did, but you couldnβt help it. Youβre a brat of all things.
Iβm sorry!You cry with tears brimming your eyelids, his hand spanking you once more.
I didnβt mean to!
If you didnβt mean to you wouldnβt have done it in the first place.Chris snarls back, followed by another smack.
Keep counting,He says through gritted teeth. π¦π£ππ‘π.
Fourβ¦ fiveβ¦ six!You yell, his hand keeping contact with both ass cheeks. It tingles, the numbness getting more intense each hit. This is going to leave some killer bruises when the maroon fades; youβre going to end up not being able to sit for days.