The maid squirmed on my lap, her voice coming out small and shaky, barely above a whisper. "P-please, milord. I want you to make it hurt. I want it to leave an imprint. That's what I deserve."
Her words were timid, yet laced with a submissive plea that flipped the same switch in me that Isobel's clone had. I raised my hand higher and brought it down with real force, the slap echoing in the dim room.
"Hnhhh~!" Savrah squealed, instinctively moving a hand to cover her mouth. Her ass rippled under the impact, skin turning pink instantly as she arched her back.
I did it again, harder, the sound sharp and satisfying, her big cheeks bouncing the hit. She was getting wet, I noticed, as her arousal soaked the thin straps of her lingerie, which just barely covered her pussy to begin with. My dick was fully hard now, straining against my pants, arousal throbbing through me as I kept smacking, alternating cheeks and watching them redden.
