Jess was laid bare over Derek’s knee, her ass a warm pink and getting more
pink with every slap of her boyfriend’s palm.
She had lost count but he must be near 50, and now she was yelping with each
firm smack.
Perhaps Jess had been out of line. But if this was discipline, why did she
feel like she was going to orgasm every time she felt his hand on her ass?
Hit me again, she kept thinking. Again. A little harder.
And just what did Mark have in mind, standing there with his hands on his
hips, watching… naked?
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