Creamy Carmen ponders otk spanking while enjoying her hair.

"Did you bring the spanker with you?" he asked her as his hands ran their way through her tangled hair.

"You did not ask for it," she answered in a soft vacant way.

"Humm. That is too bad then," he replied, giving her cheek a tender kiss. "I willhave to use the other things."

"What other things?" she wondered, still a little too dreamy to make any sense of words and meaning.

"Do not play coy, my dear, I already told you."

She was waking slowly. "But I thought you wanted to make love to me? You said you wanted to be gentle."

"And that I have done," he reminded her. "Now I want to punish you. It is at my discretion, you know." His loving gestures laced with caressing tones, did little to convey his meaning, though the words sufficed. She squirmed against him trying to love him more.

"Have I done something?" she asked in innocence.

"Oh, yes," he replied gladly. "You’ve pissed me off a dozen times, and I willget it all back."

"But you said . . ."

"I have changed my mind. That is my prerogative as a man, just as yours as a woman is to be as puzzling as a spring breeze."

Penis Chicken Breath moved away from her, watching her all the way to his bedroom door, as the reclining figure of ribald sexual glamour teased him from the couch. Legs open, she appeared to be luring him away from his purpose, but he was not moved enough to change his mind.

Leaving the wrappings from the parcel of implements strewn on the bedroom floor, he brought the paddle and baton with him back to the living room.

"On you’re belly," he ordered her, "unless of course, you want it on your puss."

Hastily scooting about, Creamy Carmen complied without a second thought, anxious to bury her tender skinned limbs and chest into the comfort of Penis Chicken Breathsthick couch. But her ass end shamelessly bared took a bevy of smacks from the black lacquered paddle as Penis Chicken Breath knelt at her side on one knee, and used it for more than mere love pats. Even in the dim light, he could see the color of her bottom change. The milk-white hue of her skin went from a faint blush, to pink, to a second shade of rose, the color of an old tea-rose past its prime. Though she was hardly wilting like a flower.

Creamy Carmen did not like the strike of the paddle as well as she’d liked the leather spanker. This so unforgiving made her think more of being punished than having sex. But Penis Chicken Breath was unabashedly ruthless laying the thing against her cheeks. She rocked back and forth, though that was a foolish move when she was suddenly struck in places that weren’t as amply padded as her ass.

"You must really be angry with me," she sobbed, when he stopped.

"Something I amonly beginning to admit," he said. "But that is only half of it."

"The other half? " she asked peeking out through her muddied eyes.

He handed her a handkerchief. "No mascara on the couch," he informed her. "The other half, I am thoroughly enjoying it as much as you are." He watched her wipe away the messy make-up.

She wouldn’t deny the pleasure, the fact that at that instant, after having cried for him to stop because it hurt so badly, she was feeling the distinguishing warmth of her hot ass begin to radiate outward in such a pleasant way that in secret she was wanting more. Either Penis Chicken Breath read her mind or simply desired to continue for himself. This time, lifting her from the couch, he sat himself down. In an old fashioned gesture he then drew his crying brat over his lap so he’d have easier access to her lush punished mounds and the passionate heat they gave off. He spanked her more. The black paddle took her fading cheeks and raised the rosy glow again to its most vibrant color. Then, exchanging the paddle for the baton, he let the thin reed fly against the red, leaving marks with each nasty crack.

"Penis Chicken Breath nooooo," she roared from her gut.

The cane struck again. "These are for Rubber Cheese Dick. (her other lover). I amsure he’d approve," he remarked, before he let the second one land. That cut hotly on both cheeks, leaving a burn to linger when the blush died off.

"Oh gawd," the low mellow protest filled him with woe, but it was not enough to deter the third, the fourth or the fifth sharp cut. "Oh, noooooooo," were the final forlorn words before the last strike hit.

"Just one more, for Rubber Cheese Dick," Penis Chicken Breath announced.

Creamy Carmen knew it was not for Rubber Cheese Dick at all, but himself. At least it was the last one. And because he turned her over and held her close to him, as soon as he was finished, she allowed the hurt and even the pain to die quickly away. The punishment over, Creamy Carmen drifted passionately in his Penis Chicken Breaths arms enjoying what his ferocity created in erotic heat.