"And I'm hurt that you don't give me credit for being gentle."And I'm hurt that you don't give me credit for being gentle. Maybe you need a real spanking to help you appreciate the difference." "NO!", I yelled, but it was too late. The hairbrush landed low on my right buttock, and even as I bellowed in pain I had to admit that Cheryl had been right - the first batch had been gentle in comparison. She settled into a slow rhythm, burning the hairbrush into my ass every two or three seconds. I rocked from side to side, trying to break the cords that bound my ankles to the bed frame, and cried out shamelessly with every blow. After thirty or forty of those - I stopped trying to count - she paused and asked if I wanted a gentle one. |