The Art of a Spanking
The Precision of the Knight, He handles his princess with care.
His hand reaches across me. The belt brushes my already warm bottom. I feel it pull away, I block everything out. It is the only way to endure the pain. I feel the sting, the end on the far side of my left cheek, right in the middle of my bottom. His aim is perfect. The next one just below the first. He has a pattern he uses. The third will be above the first. Then the sit spot, that is the spot where your bottom curves t...