She bends you over the dryer

Mrs. Cleft's fingers on your face spread to cradle your chin. She pulls away from the kiss with a wicked smile. Her fingers and thumb roughly squeezing your cheeks until your lips pucker. Her other hand tortures and twists your nipple.

"You want me to fuck you?" She laughs. "I'll fuck you, my dear."

She releases your face and relinquishes her grip on your breast. She turns you roughly around to face the dryer and shoves the small of your back.

"Bend over!" She barks.

You comply, falling heavily on the dryer. Your tits cushion your body and you grip the sides of the warm, shaking machine. Mrs. Cleft kicks your feet apart.

"Spread them," she orders and you obey. "Stick that ass out!"

You push your butt out, feeling completely exposed and ****.

WHACK!

Mrs. Cleft's palm slaps the left cheek of your ass. The blow stings and you yelp with surprise and pain.

"Bad girls get spanked," she says, "and you were very, very bad."

WHACK! The sound of her hand slapping your ass echoes in the laundry room.

"Ah!" You cry.

WHACK!

This time her hand lingers. She digs her fingertips into the soft flesh of your ass.

"Mmm," Mrs. Cleft murmurs with appreciation, "those firm little buns of yours are getting all red."

WHACK!

She slaps your other ass cheek. Her fingertips drag slowly across the crack of your ass to the other cheek. Your pussy begins to swell and lubricate with excitement.

WHACK!

"Ah!" You ‍jerk and wriggle your butt against her hand.

"Really bad girls," her hand massages your sore butt, "like to get spanked."

WHACK!

"Do you like to get spanked?" She asks.

"No, I-," a slap dead-center on your butt interrupts you.

WHACK!

"No!" You cry.

"Mmmmm, you're a bad girl though," Mrs. Cleft says and runs both hands from the small of your back, UP and over your stinging ass, and down your thighs.

"I think you've had enough spanking," Mrs. Cleft adds and plants a wet kiss on the back of your thigh just below the fold of your ass. "Maybe you learned your lesson."

"Yes, Mrs. Cleft," you blurt out.

"I'm not done with you," she says and kisses your other thigh.

Your leg muscles quake with tension and from the awkward position. You turn to look back, see her crouching behind you, looking at your body. Your sopping pussy must be at eye-level for her.

Mrs. Cleft catches you peeking back.

WHACK!

"No looking!" She laughs.