Oh, dear. This couldn't be more incorrect. Let me assure you - when I'm over his knee, the very last thing on my mind is England. Or anything else - except him. And his pleasure in reddening my bottom. And the fact that each strike seems to hit a direct line to my desire and need to please him. And how much I want to, need to, cum.
Right now.
Whew! Did it just get very warm in here? Or is it just me?![]()