What the hell am I supposed to expect from a spanking.
I can honestly say I never receive one, not one. Oh, maybe as a child I get a swat on my ass when Mom says, “I said it’s bedtime,” but never more than one swat at a time. I mean, even then, they’re not really spanks so much as a vague threat that there can be spanks. I mean, they don’t even hurt.
It takes one spank from Jackson to make me realize this is not going to be easy.
His hand impacts with my ass cheeks and I gasp from the intensity of the pain that washes over me. It’s really unbelievable. I mean that literally.
It takes a moment for me to process it as something that’s really happening. It’s like the pain from the spanking reverberates over my ass cheeks and then all along my thighs and my waist.
It’s just the first span
