ʻO kahi hanana pāʻani e pili ana i waho
Hele wau me Jay i ka nahele no kahi hālāwai hoʻōla a lawe mākou i ʻelua mau mea lāʻau. ʻO ka hoe ʻāpana mua a mākou e hoʻohana ai he pā leheleʻa ma kekahi ʻaoʻao me nā nalu i kālai ʻia i ka ʻaoʻao. ʻOi aku ka liʻiliʻi o ka hoe ʻae, he wahi māla ma kekahi ʻaoʻao me nā pihi kila i hoʻopili ʻia i ka ʻaoʻao. ʻO ka holo ma mua o ko mākou wahi huna kahi ʻāpana; Hāʻawi ʻia kona wai puna wai i kahi ala hope i kā mākou hana i ke ahiahi.
Hoʻanā ʻo ia i kaʻu hoki me ka hoe nui, hoʻomālamalama a hiki i koʻu ʻālana ʻelua o koʻu mau papālina e ʻoluʻolu a ʻala. Kākau ʻo Jay i ka piʻi nui o ka makaʻu, me ka hoʻohana ʻana i ka ʻaoʻao wavy, textured ʻaoʻao o ka hoe like. Ma loko o ka spanking, mālama ʻo ia i ka hoʻopili pili ʻana, me ka ʻaluwale ʻana i kaʻu hoki ma waena o nā spankings, kākoʻo i koʻu ʻūhā e kūʻē i kona kino, kāʻeha i koʻu lauoho, a me ka hoʻopaʻa pū ʻana me aʻu a i ka ʻoi aku ana ka paʻakikī.
“More please”, I manage to respond as the endorphins rush through my body. As I start to drift off happily into subspace, Jay brings out the second paddle. He teases me with the spikes, running the paddle against the red skin on my ass. The metal spikes feel cool, and as they move across my skin, they leave a tickling sensation in their wake.