In my mind I count the fortieth spank, the tears in my eyes almost spilling. I whimper as the spanks suddenly stop feeling his fingers trace my bottom. I gasp and wriggle on his lap, as I feel his fingers push into my wet cunt. A moan escapes from within me, as his fingers move in and out so gently, coating them with my wetness.

I could feel his hardness beneath me; I shiver, giddy with lust and excitement. The sting in my bottom not feeling so bad as his fingers, tease my cunt, moving in and out so wonderfully. Suddenly his fingers leave my cunt, I semi-growl in protest as the feeling is stopped. I realise the reality of the situation and that it is a punishment. I yelp loudly as his wet fingers spank me hard, the sting burning right through me.