She thought she was a hard ass. She thought if she wore black leather and talked tough, that’d be enough.
So I took her home from the bar where we met. And I made her take her pants down, and crawl over my knee, and ask for the spanking she deserved for being such a poser.
As I belabored her cute butt with my hand, I quoted the Bob Dylan lyrics to her, “She takes like a woman, she makes love just like a woman, but she breaks like a little girl…”
A hard hand spanking wasn’t enough to get through her tough exterior, so I made her fetch her hairbrush from her purse and I paddled her good with it. Then I took off my belt and leathered her bottom for a long while. Finally, I took the laces out of her shoe and whipped her with those until her tears flowed.
She’s looking at me now from the corner as I harness into my thick strap-on. She thinks I’m going to pleasure her. Before the night’s over, I might. But right now her punishment needs to continue.
“Bend over, darling… reach back and take a firm pinch of fanny with each hand… now part your cheeks for me, nice and wide… that’s right…”