When I was younger, those tiny hands seemed to sting all over my bottom. I remember how it felt. I remember jumping myself, jerking my body up and down on her lap, yelling as she spanked me with those tiny white hands. OUCH OUCH OUCH OUCH I remember it. I would yell OUCH at each spank and take a breath in between. But now, the last time Aunt Jayne spanked me, I tried to yell ouch, but it wouldn’t come. I liked those stinging spanks. And wanted more of them. I didn’t jump up and down, but moved my hips instead, pushing into her lap in the front and up to her hand in the back. I would move side to side too, trying to catch a sting here and there.
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