I'm a guy and I love getting spanked My gf lays me across her knees and spanks my bare ass. Sometimes she uses objects like a hairbrush or ping pong paddle. She spanks me until my ass is red and I cry like a baby. I don't know why I enjoy it but it feels so good and feels like such a release after I cry. Once I start crying she stops spanking me and then holds me and hugs me and tells me everything will be ok. At that moment I feel like a baby and I enjoy that feeling too. What the h*** is wrong with me?

I'm a guy and I love getting spanked My gf lays me across her knees and spanks my bare ass. Sometimes she uses objects like a hairbrush or ping pong paddle. She spanks me until my ass is red and I cry like a baby. I don't know why I enjoy it but it feels so good and feels like such a release after I cry. Once I start crying she stops spanking me and then holds me and hugs me and tells me everything will be ok. At that moment I feel like a baby and I enjoy that feeling too. What the h*** is wrong with me?
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