“It's a little pink but we are a long way from crimson, my darling,” notes Mistress Miranda before raining down a barrage of stinging barehanded smacks upon jojo's completely unprepared backside. The intensity of each strike rings out like a gunshot. Who would have imagined that such soft, shapely, feminine fingers could be capable of causing so much pain while exerting so little effort?
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“It's a little pink but we are a long way from crimson, my darling,” notes Mistress Miranda before raining down a barrage of stinging barehanded smacks upon jojo's completely unprepared backside. The intensity of each strike rings out like a gunshot. Who would have imagined that such soft, shapely, feminine fingers could be capable of causing so much pain while exerting so little effort?