Firm Hand | Spanking Michaela Mcgowen Belted

The second stroke fell just below the first, parallel and precise. The sting deepened into a throb. She bit her lip. “Two.”

The honorific slipped out naturally—part of the structure they had built together. He nodded once, then guided her gently over his lap. She felt the warmth of his thighs through the thin fabric of her skirt, the solid strength of his left arm pinning her securely at the waist. The belt hung heavy in his right hand, and she heard him fold it one more time, shortening the strike. Firm Hand Spanking Michaela Mcgowen Belted

She walked over, her bare feet silent on the floor. He had asked her to change into a simple cotton skirt and blouse—nothing restrictive, nothing that would chafe. The intimacy of the preparation only heightened her awareness. This was not about anger. It was about correction. And love, though that seemed impossible to feel in this moment. The second stroke fell just below the first,