The creaking floorboards announce his presence, but she doesn't turn around. She knows why he's here. She's been bad, again. He stands behind her, his gaze locked on her round ass, barely contained by her tight shorts. He reaches out, his hand trembling slightly as he pulls down her shorts, baring her to him. He swallows hard, then brings his hand down hard, spanking her firm flesh. She cries out, more from surprise than pain. He spanks her again, and again, his rhythm steady, his strokes firm. She squirms, her pussy aching, her nipples hard. She can't help but push back against his hand, craving more, craving the pain, craving him.