I tried to push against his hard thighs with my hands, but when his arm curled around my hips and restrained me against him, I came to the terrible realization that I wasn't going anywhere.
I kicked and he tipped me forward enough so that he could pin his leg over the backs of mine, thwarting my efforts to escape once more.
It also served to ensure that my bottom was much higher, properly presenting my nakedness to be punished by his hand.
I keened, trying to rock back and forth and escape every last spank, but it did nothing. His accuracy was far too good and nothing I did could even remotely deter him from teaching me the lesson he needed to teach me.
My hips rolled, trying to arch away from him and protect myself, but it didn't seem to matter. His fingers dug into my hip, holding me even more firmly.
He spanked me even harder after that and soon, the only thing I could think about was the next fall of his palm on my bottom.
