Slapped Slut

The instructions were specific, dress in black boots and basque, wear a
blindfold and be waiting on your knees at 5 o’clock.
The time was slipping away, how long had I been here, my knee’s were
starting to hurt, then the front door opened and I heard steps echoing
down the hallway.
He walked towards me and I heard the [...]

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Is there anything more wonderful than the imprint of a hand on a slapped arse, the pinkness swelling to red as the sting spreads to a glow. The warmth creeping along the flesh, the slut wondering when or if the next exquisite dose of bliss will be administered.
 Well yes!
There’s the sound as hard flesh contacts [...]

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