The second slap forces a grunt from me, making contact with my

already sensitive flesh. Each new slap is hard enough to send me forward on

daddy's lap.

But the new environment is making me uncomfortable, and instead of getting into the spanking, I close my eyes, bite my lip, and brace against his hand. I've never done this before, always going with the flow, but all the eyes watching my punishment are enough to stifle my arousal. I'm as reactionary as wood, taking the brunt of the force without so much as a sound.

The crowd realizes this, and for the first time, a wave of whispers cycles through....