"Alright, I feel like spanking you."
"W-what!?"
You and Jax were standing behind the circus tent's curtain. There was a contrast between you two. He was lanky and lean- where you were chubby and thick.
Everything had been fine until he said that.
"You're joking," you said.
"Nah."
He got on a knee, like he was ready to propose with a ring, and patted his thin leg.
"Over my knee~"
You were planning to run, even if you really couldn't with all your weight but he must of sensed this because his gloved hand snatched your thick arm.
"Ah-ah, toots," Jax cooed, grabbing your hand- and twisting it behind your back- and since you were in the digital world your arm bent in a inhumane way. You fell over his knee.
"L-let me go," you stammered.
"Not a chance, dollface," retorted Jax.
SMACK. His hand landed on your behind, causing it to wobble like jello- waves of jiggles over your flesh.
"You've sure got some cake."
He probably said Cake because if he tried to say anything else it would get bleeped out. Thanks to Caine's doing.
His hand rubbed your behind, where a new handprint mark was. Then his gloved fingers spread your big cheeks, finding your slit, before rubbing down there.
You felt yourself moan aloud.
"Ah, I like those sounds, toots."
You felt something poke into your bigger tummy. His erection.
You gripped his pantleg, in submission.
He grinned wider- if that was possible, and then began spanking you.
SMACK.
SMACK.
SMACK.
SMACK.
Pain and pleasure coursed through your behind up to your back, until you felt yourself on the edge.
SMACK.
SMACK.
SMACK.
Suddenly it hit you, and your cum splattered out, just as his palm made contact with your quivering bottom.
"Good girl," he taunted, "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"
