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I’m craving it
The bindings holding me down
My knees pressed onto the wood
The cool air trickling me bare skin
The thud echoing in my chest as the paddle hit
The fire as leather tails lick my thighs
The bright yellow sting of metal on my pussy

Don’t forget the noise… that wonderful crack when you land it just right… and the marks… thoes pink badges of honour. My favourite is seeing a perfect print of my hand.
Then gently kissing the marks better as she recovers from her orgasms.

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