Spanking sex Stories

Saturday morning broke crisp and quiet, a delivery truck’s hum cutting through the silence. Anna jolted awake in her childhood bed, heart lurching as the doorbell rang, sharp and insistent. Her phone flashed 9:30 a.m., damn it, my breakfast prep chore is an hour late. Dread tightened her chest as she pulled on sweatpants, no panties, and a t-shirt, rushing downstairs. Chris stood at the door, signing for packages, his bro...