A Wicked Little Spanking Story (Part 2)
Her punishment continues...
My hands gripped the bathroom counter like my life depended on it, my very sore ass pressed into the sharp edge of that same counter, which hurt. I’d just taken a bunch with the ‘Wicked One’, Hatch’s thick leather belt. I’d deserved it, I’d been bad, gotten another speeding ticket, and Hatch hadn’t been happy about it. I was due for another spanking with the Wicked One after dinner. Hatch had sent me and my dear friend...