It has been too long since JV Marx had a good, hard disciplinary spanking.

Years have passed, but the memory remains, of being over the knee of his step-dad, having his bare butt warmed as he kicked and squirmed.

He can still recall the stern but formative caress of a strict, cheek-spanning hand upon his naked bottom, but he misses the sensation, the immediacy of it all. Yet what if... what if he could go back and do it again? Dare he ask Harrison to put him over his knee and give him a good spanking, just like he used to?

It has been too long since JV Marx had a good, hard disciplinary spanking.

Years have passed, but the memory remains, of being over the knee of his step-dad, having his bare butt warmed as he kicked and squirmed.

He can still recall the stern but formative caress of a strict, cheek-spanning hand upon his naked bottom, but he misses the sensation, the immediacy of it all. Yet what if... what if he could go back and do it again? Dare he ask Harrison to put him over his knee and give him a good spanking, just like he used to?