With a gentle grin, he folded one of our dishtowels and slipped it under my hips for padding. He took a pair of oven mitts and slid them under my cheek. Simon loves to spank me, but he takes care of me, as well. I was as comfortable as any sub can be waiting for a punishment session.
“I’ll get the next batch,” Simon assured me, pulling the roll of plastic wrap from the box and cutting off a long sheet.
This he wrapped around my throbbing buttocks, having me lift up off the counter to assist him. Tightly bound, I felt my cheeks pulsate, and my p***y begin to fill. I couldn’t remember being this excited before.
The bell rang.
“Hold that thought,” Simon said, expertly lifting each cookie from the tray and scooping out the last batch. He flipped on the timer again and turned to deal with
