Tears stung my eyes. His cock seemed to grow even harder against me as I whimpered against him.

I tensed myself for another spanking, but he only ran his hand gently over my red, swollen skin. My ass felt like it was on fire, and I knew I’d be sporting his handprint on there for a while. The idea of it made me forget about the pain for a moment. I liked the idea of being marked by him, of carrying his handprint around on me where no one could see it. No one would know but us. Our dirty little secret.

His fingers danced along my cheeks, making goosebumps...