NCIS, abby/mcgee, spanking
rose pink -- the barest hint of flush as her hand slapped at the upturned cheeks, warming them up.
pink -- they were darker now as her strikes became a little stronger. Tim wiggled but movement was not a real option. Squirming as much as he could, he waited for the next swat.
rose red -- the cheeks were darkening to nice even rose red. She made sure to cover the entire area equally. She wanted him to remember this for a day or two.
red -- he was moaning now, pain and pleasure a knifes edge that his body danced along. Her strikes never slowed in response, but kept to a cadence only she could hear.
cherry red -- each strike reverberated through his cock and balls and only the cock ring kept him from spilling all over the spanking bench. His ass burned but she was still going strong.
deep red -- the throbbing in his ass was a mirror of his heartbeat. Each time her hand made contact with his swelling cheeks his cock throbbed. It was torture of the most beautiful kind.
magenta -- he knew he’d not be able to sit comfortably for a day or two, maybe even more.
bruised -- the spanking stopped and all Tim could hear was his heartbeat banging like a mad drum solo. His ass throbbed in time to the heartbeats and with each beat his dick twitched and dribbled another stream of precome. The bench beneath him was covered in it.
Abby looked in joy at the patterns on Tim’s upturned ass. She deliberately leaned so that the patterns of lacing on her corset would press into the hot and sensitive skin of Tim’s bottom causing him to try and squirm away and then into the pressure.
"My good boy" she murmured. "You deserve a treat," as she reached around and removed the ring while she stroked the leaking cock strongly.