You nod. Discerning. Ok XXX Right, to the other. You know what’s coming. ‘Good girl…’
Through distraction, it has taken you 12 attempts to count out three consecutive spanks. The blow isn’t that hard. Ankles roped with purpose. You’re hugging the chairback; the long, elegant curves of the ribs of the chair presenting you a familiar form to hold. I secure you; forced slightly back onto your haunches; the effect of which is to leave you open. Such style and quality is never, ever cheap- there’s always a piper to pay, isn’t there? It is lovely, isn’t it?Yes, quite lovely. So chic. I run it from where your throat now rests on the chair, and, collecting your generous sweat-drool, I collect its equivalent with my fingers from your obliging cunt.
