across my lap

There is something beautifully exposing and intimate about a spanking.

Naked curves, a firm hand, and flesh warmed by a skilled hand.

And the hunger that follows; the slow unravelling into the vortex of heat under that hand. Left supple and pliant, laid out to have hands and tongue ease the pain into the precipice of pleasure.

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