Never before had Billy’s loins burned this way before a spanking. Without fully understanding it, he gave himself up these new sensations even as he began crying like a baby and pleading not to be spanked. But spanked he was that afternoon, and well spanked for a good fifteen minutes. As she smacked his cheeks, Belinda continuously scolded him and told him repeatedly what a bad little boy he was and how she would soundly spank his bare bottom every time he misbehaved, how she would never trust him again with an adult thermometer, how he was really a little baby who needed to be treated like a baby. She spanked him expertly and slowly, spanked him until he felt utterly dependent on her and secure and loved all at once.

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