some other way. Flipping her around on that desk and eating
her lovely pussy until she begged for mercy, perhaps. She was
planning on doing that anyway, but it wouldn’t be nearly as
fun.
“Brace yourself,” Giana instructed.
Coralyn’s fingers scrabbled at the desk surface. It was too
big for her to get a hold on anything.
She ran a hand over the curve of Coralyn’s ass again before
she brought it back and spanked her. One hard smack that
made Coralyn’s head wrench up and all the air rush out of her
lungs.
“Holy fuck,” she cried. “Oh my God, that hurt.”
“Did it?” That was nothing, nothing, compared to what was
coming.
Giana spanked the other side, leaving an identical red mark.
Her hand was small, but there was nearly a perfect print this
time, blossoming pink against the alabaster skin. Coralyn’s
gasp echoed through the room, but she made no sound of
protest.
Giana switched the strap from her left hand to her right. She
ran the leather down Coralyn’s ass crack, letting her feel what
was coming. She braced against the desk, digging her toes into
the floor. She was positioned over the edge of the desk, and
Giana was going to make good use of that later. Or Coralyn
would. She could grind against it, work herself on that edge
while she strapped her ass.
The first arcing blow tore a scream of surprise rattling free
from Coralyn’s depths. “Ow! Oh fuck, oh god! That hurts!”
Giana didn’t give her time to recover before she brought it
down again. The pink stripes on that glistening, creamy flesh