Scooby-doo The Backstage Rage Novels & Stories

The spank rings off the basement walls and the sting blooms across my right cheek in a wave of heat that makes my pussy gush. “AHHH!” “That’s for sneaking out,” Connor says. CRACK. The other cheek. “That’s for dressing like a slut.” CRACK. Harder. Right across the center, his hand catching my pussy, and the contact with my swollen, wet folds makes me scream. “FUCK, oh FUCK, please—” “Please what?” Craig pulls my wrists behind my back. Rope from somewhere — they came prepared, they planned this, they knew, wrapping around my wrists in tight loops that bind them at the small of my back. “Please stop? Or please don’t?”