Bent Over For The Brush

Wearing my shortest denim shorts, I'm told to bend over and spread my legs, ready for the brush. The first strokes are almost pleasurable, but my mind is racing ahead to how it will feel when my shorts come down and I'm left with only my little lacy panties for protection. I can't help giving my poor hot bottom a comforting rub halfway through my punishment. You can see how much my cheeks have pinkened.

The final six are on the bare, and they really, really hurt, but the sensation is still undeniably erotic. When I'm sent to stand nose to the wall I want to give my burning bottom another rub, but I'm made to stand with my hands on my head. I wonder what will happen if I disobey instructions again...