Sometimes she can't get enough, insisting on laying over my knee for a spanking even after I am done with her discipline. Her tight yoga pants are pulled down to reveal her succulent bare bottom. A thin ferule paddle beats a steady rhythm as she lays stoically over my lap. Harder swats are met with a gasp, a leg kick, a moan. The concentrated impact area begins to color her splotchy and purple. Writhing in pain as her as begins to blister, she is given a break to inspect the damage in the mirror. Gleeful at the forming bruises, she insists on having her bottom blistered longer. She begins to c... Show more