He looked down at me as I kneeled before him. That sadistic grin plastered on his face with that matching gleam in his eyes. He stood over me, his hands on his hips, legs spread with masculine confidence. Then he began walking around me, each reverberating clomp of his boots on the floor sending a shiver through my body. I knelt there silently trembling to await my fate. We both knew I had fucked up, that I had broken a rule. This was the first time either. I definitely have a love-hate relationship with rules and consequences. Because this wasn’t the first time breaking this particular rule, he’d made it very clear that I had earned a hardcore punishment today.
Hardcore
After several nerve-wracking minutes, he finally stopped in front of me. He lowered his hand in front of my face indicating that I should take it so he could help me to my feet. When I placed my much smaller hand in his, he engulfed mine as he wrapped his long, large fingers around my palm. He guided me to my feet and then over to the punishment chair. I watched him sit down and arrange his legs so that his lap would completely support me. Then he pulled me over his lap, my bare ass presented to him. I knew this was only the first part of my hardcore punishment today.
Without any warning or further lecture, his hard rough hand came down with force on my vulnerable ass. I gripped his leg trying to hold still and not kick my legs in protest of the immediate intensity of that first swat. But it wasn’t long before his brutal hand spanks had me begging for mercy and promising to be the goodest girl in the whole world. He chuckled in my ear asking if I was already begging from only the hand spanking, what was my plan during the belt and cane portions of my very much earned punishment?
Zesty Zoey
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