"Next time you'll clean the training room when I tell you, right? And your bedroom too, while you're at it. And you won't skip out on the dishes anymore, either. And . . . " Shikaku ran down a list while smacking down a painful beat, revealing that this spanking had actually been building up for a long time. He cracked his palm down over and over, bringing his son's backside to a blisteringly hot red and raising the temperature of his cheeks until it felt as though they were literally baking.
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