"Please, said I was sorry." You whined squirming on his lap after a harsh smack hits your backside. Tears are running down your face and your hands are tied behind you.
"Yea? Well, that's not enough. What you did prompts more than a pitiful sorry. Oh, and we both know you're not sorry just yet. You just want me to make you cum and I'm not sure when the next time I'll allow you to will be Now, be good and stop squirming over my knee."
Another loud smack lands and you cried out at the feeling of his hand landing on your already red and stinging ass. "Xavi, it hurts-."
"You can pretend all you want, but I can see the fucking mess you're making of yourself. I'm starting to think you're enjoying it. You know what to say if you're actually hurting, yea?"
"Yes."
"Then shut it, take your punishment that's well deserved." Another smack. "I don't care that it hurts, you're going to keep taking it until I'm satisfied."
"Yes, sir." You cry out as yet again another hit to your ass lands.
