Rachel bit her lip as she felt the rush of warmth against her chest, it made her shiver in anticipation. Her entire body felt heightened, on edge, and her fingers threaded through the short hair of his head, pulling on the strands for encouragement.
"No laughing. Not... not with this. God, not with this." And there still wouldn't be any spanking. A few other things, but no spanking.
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"No laughing. Not... not with this. God, not with this." And there still wouldn't be any spanking. A few other things, but no spanking.