This was quicker than you expected, wasn’t it? Assuming I post this, and assuming you read it, this will be the second installment of this spanking series in a 24 hour period.
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As she raises her arm and the spanking threatens to start once more you start pleading and begging. It’s not your proudest moment, but as the pain of slaps past sears through your backside, you’ve given up all thoughts of being strong or having dignity. You just want the pain to stop.
“Please, please ma’am, no more, I can’t take it. I’m going to die if you keep hitting me,” you plead with tears in your eyes as you clutch at her leather clad leg and feel the hard muscle under her uniform.
She looks down at you. You can tell she’s doing her best to retain her stern exterior, but you’ve provided her with such amusements over the course of your short association that she’s having a hard time maintaining her professional distance.
“You’re not going to die,” she says, forcing back a smile.
“I am! I am going to die!” You insist plaintively. “You’re hitting me harder than I can take!”
The muscles in her cheeks tense for a moment as she struggles with her facial expression. “Am I now? Well, perhaps this will be a lesson to you then,” she says, bringing her hand back down in a cruel sweeping arc.
You shut your eyes and squeal bloody murder, but the next slap isn’t as harsh as the ones that proceeded it, it’s actually fairly soft. It still stings, but it doesn’t drive you to screaming desperation like the other blows did.
“Poor little baby, where have you come from to get to your age with such a tender backside?” She croons the question above you as she paddles your bottom lightly. You can’t tell if she’s mocking you outright, or if she just thinks you’re the most pathetic creature ever to walk the earth.
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