Can you spank me til I’m red & raw??

You can't stop staring at those curves, the kind that make your hand twitch with the urge to grab and squeeze before you even think twice.

You feel it building — that specific hunger that sits low and impatient, the one that only gets worse the longer you look. You trace the shape of what's in front of you with your eyes before your palm ever makes contact.

You already know the sound it will make. You already know you won't stop. You want to watch the skin bloom warm and bright beneath your hand, over and over again.