Bend over his legs for your punishment

Not knowing what else to do you decide to accept your punishment. You walk over to stand beside him. Mr. Williams reaches a big hand up and places it in the small of your back. He gives you a gentle push and you allow yourself to be pulled down on your tummy over his knees. Your Daisy Duke clad butt is sticking up in the air and your big breasts dangle over his lap threatening to spill out of your pink tank top.

Mr. William runs his hand down to your toned butt and he gives it a squeeze. You say nothing and he slides his hand to your waist and begins to pull your shorts down over your ass. You lift up so he can do it and as you settle back down on his lap with only your thong to cover your tight ass you feel a hard cock poking against your tummy.

"Mmm," says Mr. Williams as he strokes his hand over your ass. "How many spanks do you think you deserve?"

"Um, one," you say.

He chuckles and gives you a stinging smack on your left ass cheek. You gasp at the short but sharp pain of it.

"I think ten," he said. "You've been very bad. I want you to count them out for me."

Smack! It hurts!

"One," you squeak.

Smack! Smack! Both on the left cheek.

"Two, three," you cry. Mr. Williams pauses to rub your cheek. You can feel stinging warmth in your soft flesh. "Four, five."

Mr. Williams moves his heavy hand over to your other cheek and gives it a rough squeeze. Smack! Smack! Smack! Tears well up in your eyes. It hurts, definitely, but that pain is also starting to do something to you. Each smack that lands on your ass sends a little spear of pleasure through your cunt. You can feel yourself getting wet.

"You're not counting," says Mr. Williams and he repeats the three quick smacks.

"Six, seven, eight!" you cry. "Nine."

He lands the last one with a smack that bridges your crack and stings both cheeks. "Ten!" you cry out. Mr. Williams laughs, stroking your warm buns, his big hand and fat fingers sliding lower, teasing your crack and then down beneath your ass. They tease across the fabric covering your swollen little mound.

"You're wet," Mr. Williams declares. "Unbelievable. You continue to flaunt your sex. You're trying to drive me mad with lust, aren't you? Well, be careful what you wish for Miss Applebottom."

He strokes his fingers against your clit and you shudder with pleasure.

"I think it's time for your next punishment."