BIRTH-CONTROL

“Have you been walking around in that tight dress without any panties for me. Or was it for that foolish boy who thinks he owns you?” His voice dripped with venom as he referred to Xavier. I kept my mouth shut, still reeling from the sensation. “Answer me, baby girl,” he said, spanking me harder than before as my moan grew louder. My body shook from pleasure as I shut my eyes tightly, tears blurring my vision from excitement. “I never wear panties under a dress,” I answered breathlessly, desperately wanting him to do more than just spanking me. My answer seemed to annoy him more because he slapped my ass again, making me scream at the shock that buzzed through me. “So you walk around with nothing under you, allowing men to sense, and come close to what’s mine,” he said harshly, spanking me again. His rough hands came to rub the spot he spanked, as his breath fanned my ass cheeks when he blew on it, Cum dripping down my thighs and I moaned shamelessly. The sound of his belt clicking, w