Spanking Fetish Story by Simone Francis
I felt more than heard the swish of the strop as he swung it down towards the cheeks of my behind. There was a crack. I love those moments after the strike, the microseconds that it takes my body to transmit the stinging sensation from the buttocks to the brain. It has barely arrived before there is a second impact and then a third. The pain began to blossom like an unfurling rose spreading between my legs.