“My hand, the plimsoll or the slipper?”

The plimsoll is heavier and firmer, and a wallop packs a stronger punch. 

“Hand then plimsoll.”

Today, I want to feel it.

“Hard,” I add.

I kneel on the sofa and bend over the arm, placing my palms flat on the carpet. He peels my pyjama bottoms down. 

When he is satisfied I’ve been well spanked, he mounts the sofa, bares his grand prick and enters me from behind. Rubbing my sore bottom, he ensures it stays awake with occasional slaps as he fucks me…

Much more fun than the Hungarian Grand Prix!