The Devils Their Due (by The Crimson Kid)

The Devils Their Due (by The Crimson Kid) by cactusman

"Hmmmm..." Barbara murmurs:

"Actually, I've got something fairly new for you to try--a wicked razor strap that really leaves lovely red stripes across his plump bare buns. I'd suggest a good strapping first, giving him about sixty bare-assed licks, then finish up with a hard paddling on top of the strap-stripes--I can guarantee you a very vigorous reaction if you'll do it that way." She looks at you sideways:

"Isn't that right, honey buns?"

Yeah, you nod nervously, shivering slightly in fear of this plan.

"Good, then let's try it that way," your old flame says agreeably.