Melany punished and corrected

Melany’s skin prickles. Her cunt stays empty and she knows exactly why. She craves the sting of correction, someone to strip away every idle thought and replace it with the crack of leather on flesh. She pictures Sarah Simons—her mistress, her judge—behind her, crop raised. One sharp snap and the thin welt blooms across Melany’s pale ass. Another. Heat floods in. Melany gasps, spreads wider, silently begging Sarah to finish what she started. She wants the next strike to land lower, harder, right where it will hurt and heal at once.