A Spanktastic Night, Part 2

“I still need you to hurt me,” I said, looking up at TSH. I felt lovely and loose and relaxed after my spanking but there was a bit of me that craved more. I grinned. “I need you to fasten me to the bed, and tease me. Wind me up until I can’t take any more. Hurt me hard. Make me grip your cock with my cunt when you finally let me come.”

“Wait there,” came the reply.

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