He walked to the cabinet and opened one of the drawers and pulled out a thin, black riding crop.He walked to the cabinet and opened one of the drawers and pulled out a thin, black riding crop. He turned and walked back behind Jen. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I promise I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, " she said fearfully. "I know you will." He bent down and grasped the hem of her skirt and slowly pulled it up, his fingers caressing her long, black stocking-clad legs, revealing her rear. With one hand he held her skirt up while the other swung the crop. Jen squealed as the first blow landed. "No...please...I'll be good," she pleaded remebering her last spanking as a little girl. She was sure this one was going to be worse. The crop landed again with a loud slap. Jen turned and twisted to avoid it but she was bound too tightly to move much. After five blows, she was sobbing from the pain and humilitation. |