The Devils Their Due (by The Crimson Kid)
Between sobs you haltingly tell your adorable former sweetheart that they must be crazy not to want her to spank them.
You stand up slowly, still sobbing intermittently as you struggle to recover some control over your voice. The tears have finally stopped pouring down your face, but both of your facial cheeks are warm and quite wet and you can clearly taste salt at the corners of your mouth. Your hands reach back to gingerly massage both of your flaming buttocks, which make both women laugh merrily.
"That's so sweet of you to say," Brittany says, her eyes twinkling excitedly, and she leans forward to softly kiss your tear-stained left cheek. "It's too bad I don't get to paddle you like this any more now, especially since it's such fun being able to tease you at the same time!" She reaches out and lightly strokes your throbbing penis. It is leaking pre-cum profusely.