Finn Harper bends low over the countertop, his ass raised as the other man, bearded, broad-shouldered, lays the striped cloth flat before him. The first crack of the hand lands hard on exposed skin, the sound sharp against the quiet kitchen, while Finn’s fingers dig into the edge, his knees trembling. The spanking follows without pause, each strike deliberate, the cloth leaving red marks where it connects. His submission is absolute: kneeling, hands pressed to the counter, the only movement the rise and fall of his breath as the discipline continues.
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