Spank Sophie’s ass

You've always loved Sophie's cute little bubble ass - perfectly rounded, smooth porcelain skin taut over soft flesh, without a single stretch mark.

“Put your face on the floor,” you order Sophie, “and keep your hands behind your head.”

She obeys, lowering herself gingerly until her cheek is resting against the floor, her tits pressed against the floorboards. At first her back is bent forward, but you push against the small of her back until it's arched prettily, and her rounded ass is lifted up invitingly.

You stand with one leg on either side of her waist, facing her ass, your feet planted inside her bent knees, keeping them apart.

Her body trembles a little; she can probably guess what's in store for her.

You raise your hand, hesitate for a moment, then swing the palm down hard against her right ass cheek.

The flesh gives way under your hand, a surprisingly pleasant feeling. Your palm stings a little from the impact. The effect on Sophie is a bit more intense. She instinctively pulls forward with a yelp, but because your legs hug her waist, it's easy to keep her in place for a second blow.

You choose a different spot, and bring your hand down again. Sophie cries out again, but doesn't pull away this time.

Three. Four. Five.

Sophie's crying softly now, a kind of ragged moan escaping her.

Seven. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty.

By now Sophie's asscheeks are bright red, and she's crying freely. You lift her back up onto her knees, and she sits back gingerly on her haunches, wincing.

“Is that about what you expected?” you ask.

Sophie gives you a weak smile. “I've been getting spanked for years in IVR, Gerald. But...this time, I know I won't be logging out at the end. You'll still be here. It's scary, if you want to know the truth.”