INNOCENT BUT ALSO GUILTY FOR LOVING THE PADDLE

Katy Rose looks like trouble dressed up as innocence. That pretty brunette has a face that says she never sinned, but her master knows better. He doesn’t waste time asking. He pushes her face-down and brings the leather crop down hard across her ass, the crack sharp enough to make her whole body twitch. She yelps, but the sound dies when he stuffs the ball gag between her lips and buckles it tight. Now every strike lands wetter, louder. The crop bites into skin already red and tender. Each swing leaves a fresh stripe, and each stripe makes her cunt throb a little more. She can’t beg. She can only drool around the gag while he beats a steady rhythm on her cheeks, turning them the same shade of hot, shameful pink. The harder he swings, the wetter she gets, and they both know it. She should hate every slap. She doesn’t. The sting lights her up, and the shame only fans the fire. He works the crop lower, catching the tender crease where ass meets thigh, and her knees buckle. Still she stays bent, offering herself without a word. When he finally drops the crop and grips her burning flesh, she pushes back into his hands like she’s asking for more. The gag keeps her quiet, but her body gives every answer he needs.