Samantha's Naughty Day/Punishment
From Create Your Own Story
"Spread your legs. How many do you think you deserve young lady?" Mr. Roberts asks.
"Two?" you ask nervously as you do as he told you.
"No, try again." Mr. Roberts scolds as he cracks his belt across your ass.
"F-five Mr. Roberts?" you ask your voice cracking a little.
"No! Try again." Mr. Roberts scolds as he cracks his belt across your ass again.
"T-ten times Mr. Roberts?" you ask hopefully.
"Do you think Ten will teach you your lesson?" he asks as he cracks his belt across your ass again.
"Y-yes Mr. Roberts." you answer. "Good girl." he says as he cracks his belt across your ass again. "Count them out loud to me, or they will not count." Mr. Roberts warns.
"O-okay Mr. Roberts." you reply as he cracks his belt across your ass again.
"One." Mr. Roberts cracks his belt across your ass again.
"T-two." you squeak with tears in your eyes as he cracks his belt across your ass again.
"Three." Mr. Roberts cracks his belt across your ass again.
"F-four." he cracks his belt across your ass again.
"F-f-five." you yelp as you feel your pussy juice start to run down your leg when Mr. Roberts cracks his belt across your ass again.
"S-six." Mr. Roberts cracks his belt across your ass again.
"S-s-seven." Mr. Roberts cracks his belt across your ass again.
"Eigh-ight." Mr. Roberts cracks his belt across your ass again.
"T-t-ten." you lie wondering how Mr. Roberts will react.
"Hmm... I believe nine is after eight young lady, you wouldn't be trying to skip on purpose would you?" he asks somewhat menacingly. "And look how wet your pussy is, you like it don't you?" Mr. Roberts asks.
"N-no Mr. Roberts." you lie.
"Is that so? Then why is your cunt so wet?" he asks rubbing his hand on your soaking pussy.
"I...I..I d-don't knoooo" you moan unable to resist with him rubbing your pussy.
