Time for a spanking

The two men admired the sight before them. A bound, thick Latina with a huge ass was naked in front of them.

Instinctively, Baxter slapped her left butt cheek, and she squealed in response. He slapped her again, and again, with her shrieking a little each time. Forehand, then back hand. Again and again.

A red mark was appearing on her left cheek. "Ow," she groaned. "Please just let me go."

"Not until I've had a turn!" Steele said, and slapped her right cheek, this time quite forcefully. That one slap was hard enough to make a red spot on her. "You've been a bad girl," Steele taunted.

"No," she said softly.

"Yes you have been," Baxter chimed in.

"Admit it," Steele said, slapping her firmly again. The flesh jiggled and bounced.

After a few more painful spanks, she relented. "I've been a bad girl." Her legs were now shaking; they felt like rubber.

"There we go!" Baxter exclaimed, staring her directly in the eye. "And you need to be punished."

She looked up at him, knowing his intentions. Perhaps it was because she wanted to get out of there and was feeling ****. Regardless, she felt like giving up. "I need to be punished."