A Pinch of Pain

Kevin smote his wife's ass with all his force and strength, and the rattan cane, loud as a gunshot, furrowed the flesh and muscle of her derriere, another red line appearing in the round, arched cheeks of her ass as she cried out, fiercely and passionately, her cock spewing thick, white streamers of semen onto her thighs, along her calves, and onto the floor.

She trembled, but with as much ecstasy, this time, as agony, and, at last, the predetermined number of strokes having been duly administered, Kevin tossed the rattan implement aside. Gail's screams were his own, as the German, ejaculating, spewed his semen over Kevin's buttocks, back, and thighs. Her moans were his groans, her whimpering his whining, her pain his anguish.

The German's hated face dissolved, and only Gail was with him, draped over the spanking bench, her battered and beleaguered ass a beautiful blossoming of blood and bruises. Kevin gave her bottom a hard pinch, "an inch to grow on," as the saying went, and Gail cried out.

"Happy birthday," he told her.