The Devils Their Due (by The Crimson Kid)
"If you insist, Barbara," your one-time ladylove replies, chuckling softly, then she swings the Spencer paddle swiftly downward.
SMACK!! SMACK!! CRACK!! WHAP!! Following her classic center-center-left-right pattern for spanking your exposed buttocks, Brittany resumes administering a blistering, hotly-stinging paddling that very quickly has you squirming vigorously, kicking your feet almost continually and wailing desperately as the hard paddy-whacks continue to connect to your smartly-striped and quite nicely-exposed derriere.
WHACK!! WHAP!! SMACK!! WHACK!! At about the fifteenth blazing paddle swat you begin sobbing softly again, and by around stinging wallop number thirty your sobs have become continuous childlike weeping--but still your lovely chastiser spanks onward, obviously enjoying her capacity at keeping you crying throughout the rest of your session with her paddle.