My bottom quivered as he held the cool brush against my right cheek.“Ten strokes, which you will count and thank me for. I did as I was told, taking up position, the burn from my bottom unrelenting.I had many thoughts about this place, when I had read the rules online, and I had been dreading any discipline that may had been handed to me. Gay porn I went to pull up my underwear only to have my hand slapped away. But I have high standards, and if you don’t meet them then you will be punished. See no reason why a dirty little pant sniffer like you deserves any clothes. “If they’re not, you will feel this,” he said, taking a thick wooden hairbrush out and tapping it menacingly against his palm. He paused after the sixth stroke, rubbing and squeezing my upturned cheeks.“The next four will be harder so get ready,” he said, before lifting the brush and bringing it down hard on the upper thigh of my left leg.
