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Camsoda Bionda - When you have been warned.

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Languages: Español - English ♥

Location: In Your Dreams ♥ Colombia ♥

Body Decorations: ♥ NO

Smokes/Drinks: ♥ NO

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans

Age: 20

Body Type: ♥ Skinny ♥ Atletic♥

Camsoda Bionda - When you have been warned.

And remember: Spanking is a great way to get rid of a disobedient naughty girl. Isn't that clear?" If you answer "Yes Mistress" I will start with the cane. "I am sorry, Mistress," you say, "but I am unable to abide your hateful treatment of my body. I promise to be much better behaved from now on." The cane is the end of the punishment. It marks the boundary between the pain you are experiencing and the pleasure you are getting from my manipulation. You can sense my manipulation of your body. I've created a wetness in the crotch of my skirt. You can feel my manipulation of your body. My manipulation of your body is more intense than anything you've ever experienced. You feel my hands run down the small of your back, over your ass. You feel my manipulations becoming more intense as I run my hands up the back of your neck and over your shoulders, tracing the scars that I've caused. I touch your back again with the cane. You can't control yourself from cumming. I guide the cane to the left outer edge of your back. You arch your back as you press your body against the cane. I apply just a little more pressure.

You arch your back again. I see your body reacting. Your back is jerked forward. You arch your neck again. I give a slight push. You arch your neck again. I give another push. You begin to press down on the cane. You get a glimpse of the soles of your feet as they are pared in the arc of the cane. You can feel the marks on your back as it leaves your body. You try to push down on the cane with your hands, but I have other plans for you. The more you move the harder I strike your body. You are beginning to cry. I see the soles of your feet becoming very pale. As I run my cane over the top of your back, a shiver passes through your body.

Again I strike, and again, and again. It becomes a regular pattern. We've been going at it for hours or more. We don't really notice the breaks in the flow. The spanking is like a war story to you. You become what you were before. The wettens you up. The tears weain, run over your face. You try to throw up every bit of energy it produces. Your body recoils, fighting the last lash. "Sorry to keep you waiting," I say. "It's a tough job keeping these on the side while we're at it," I tell you, as I take my cane from the ground and pass it back to you. "Just tell me when you're getting close, Camsoda Bionda. I can barely hold back." You shake your head and your back is arched back. I direct you to a chair. There's a girl there..