The next spank is in the exact same spot, and I let out a cry at the sharp blast of pain. “Five,” I sob, my thighs shaking and my ass stinging like a motherfucker.

He carefully pulls my dress over my head and hangs it over the stall, brushing my hair aside and running his calloused fingers across my tearstreaked cheek. “My sweet baby,” he murmurs in my ear, wrapping his free arm under me and cupping one of my tits in his big hand. I let out a small moan when he slides his ...