It seemed that no matter how many times they would find themselves in this position, Johnny never found the correct words until the end of his punishment. A simple sorry would do, and yet – she heard none. A shake of the head, nails moving to graze over the pink bottom. After a few moments, he came to a stop, finally accepting his fate. Once again, the punishment resumed, hand falling upon upturned bottom. Slaps alternated cheeks, the occasional smack to the sit spots.
“My, my darling. I’m hearing a lot of reason as to why you don’t deserve this — “ She began, continuing to land firm smacks to the smarting male. “Instead of apologies. I think we need a little more.” Clara came to a pause, rubbing the other’s bottom slowly. “You use that language with me a lot, baby. And normally, I blame it on the parties, you being tired…” The woman crawled off the other, moving her fingers through his hair. “But you need to learn, right? So, why don’t you go get me the brush?”
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