She's trying to you.

"So you're trying to **** me to have your way, little lady?" She smirks and tries to walk around the pool table to avoid you. But you are able to grab her before she can make a full step around. You are fast at removing your belt. The belt is only here to scare this lady to stop the **** nonsense.

"I'll show you a lesson." Your voice is a low whisper. Her eyes are darting back and forth in panic, but she isn't making an effort to run away from you anymore. She tries to get away once, but you hold on tight.

"Let go of me." Her words aren't as fierce, or even angry, or more fearful than anything.

"Do you want to do this the easy way or mine way? The Alina way or the John way? Either way. You are taking this fucking ass spanking." Her body freezes for a moment.

Her voice is smaller. "I want the John way."

"Alright, Alina. I hope you learn your damn lesson." Your first swat sends her straight down on to the table. A loud gasp escapes her as your hands hit her cheeks, the **** causing them to wobble.

Her face is pressed into the green pool table, her ass in the air as she struggles against your hold, and her skirt is pushed up to reveal her supple rear end. You pull her thong off and smack her left ass cheek. Leaving a large print on the petite butt cheeks.

The sound echoes through the room like a cannon, and she gasps, struggling to break free. Her face presses into the table.

Alina moans out. "Oh god... that hurts; it feels so good. Please, keep going." You hit her on the right butt cheeks harder than before. The sound is even louder, and she lets out another gasp.

Her arms flail uselessly against you, and she cries. You continue to punish her bottom, each slap sending waves of pain through her.

Her face is buried into the pool table's green covering, and she moans loudly as her pussy juices start leaking and her ass is red from the punishment. You pull your hard-on out.

"Beg for my cock and tell me what I want to hear, slut."