Who can resist a goth little slut dressed in tight black leather? A skin tight top, barely holding my huge tits in, and a very short little mini skirt, threatening to rise up and show my panty-less slit.
I bend over a spanking bench, unsure of what to expect but ready to receive a punishment in the form of a hard belting session. The anxious feeling in my stomach is almost worst the the pain could possibly be, right? I try to convince myself, but by the time I have even registered that I was nervous, I felt the weight of the thick leather belt landing on my ass. Crashing down and whippi...

Who can resist a goth little slut dressed in tight black leather? A skin tight top, barely holding my huge tits in, and a very short little mini skirt, threatening to rise up and show my panty-less slit.
I bend over a spanking bench, unsure of what to expect but ready to receive a punishment in the form of a hard belting session. The anxious feeling in my stomach is almost worst the the pain could possibly be, right? I try to convince myself, but by the time I have even registered that I was nervous, I felt the weight of the thick leather belt landing on my ass. Crashing down and whipping around the side of my thighs, how did I think this was going to be easy? Digging deep to find the will power to hold my position, my thighs begin to quake at the mercy of his repeated strikes. My lower thighs hurt the most, almost unbearable, but over far too quickly to show any sign of protest, I can feel the strokes pulling my breath from my lungs as I start to work up a pinkish glow and my moans turn to soft, pliable whimpers of a defeated sub.