Sat on the couch, pouting and crying big crocodile tears. I'm in big trouble but I'm doing a good job of holding my legs apart, heels up on the couch edge, pussy on display. You pace back and forth before me, lecturing me on not being a useful enough hole, demanding to know how many spankings I received the last time I was over your lap, muttering about stretching my little ass until I cry real tears. Every so often, you pause to deliver a few rapid smacks to my pussy, making me cry out. It gets pretty wet by the third time, and you tell me to turn and kneel, sticking out my ass. As you redden me thoroughly with your big hard spanking hands, you tell me it's just a preview, and that I'll cry myself to sleep that night. I tell you I hope I do.