When I’m in the middle of getting a spanking, nothing else matters.

I don’t think about what I’m making for dinner, or whether the clothes need to be transferred from the washing machine to the dryer. I don’t care about what’s on television or any of the other random concerns that might normally flicker through my mind.

All that matters is the spanking.

The last time Leslie spanked my ass, I thought only of my bare bottom and my girlfriend’s palm. Her hands appear delicate. Her gestures are elegant and refined. However, all of that changes when she delivers a spanking. Then her hand becomes an implement of pain — and pleasure. There is nothing delicate or refined about it. She’s a machine in motion, and the goal is to punish my ass.

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