Elena obeyed instantly, arching her back and pushing her ass toward him. His hand cracked across her right cheek with a loud, stinging slap. The sound echoed through the apartment. She cried out, the sharp pain blooming into liquid heat between her legs.
“Again,” she moaned before she could stop herself. “Please… spank me harder.”
He laughed, low and cruel. “Listen to you. Begging to be punished like a desperate little cumdump.” His palm came down again — harder — on the same spot, then the left cheek, then back again in a rapid, punishing rhythm. Each loud smack left bright red handprints blooming across her pale ass. “Your husband ever spank you like this? No? Of course not. He probably treats you like a delicate little princess. But you’re not a princess, are you? You’re just a c**k-h
