Tears stung my eyes. His cock seemed to grow even harder against me as I whimpered against him.

I tensed myself for another spanking, but he only ran his hand gently over my red, swollen skin. My ass felt like it was on fire, and I knew I’d be sporting his handprint on there for a while. The idea of it made me forget about the pain for a moment. I liked the idea of being marked by him, of carrying his handprint around on me where no one could see it. No one would know but us. Our ...