Sore About Her Test Score

Reagan Foxx was slicing carrots when Leana Lovings came home early, acting way too sweet. She set down her backpack and started chopping onions like she'd just remembered she loved her stepmom more than anything. That never happens. Reagan watched her for a minute, knife paused, then called it out. Leana tried to keep the act going, but folded fast. Bad test score. Reagan wiped her hands, walked around the island, and told Leana to drop her shorts. The girl bent over the counter, smooth cheeks out, and Reagan’s hand came down hard. The smack made a sharp, clean sound. Reagan’s palm tingled. She hit her again, then again, watching the skin flush pink under her fingers. Heat crept up her own thighs. She grabbed a handful, squeezed, and felt her pussy get slick inside the lace she wore under her jeans. Leana whimpered, pushed her hips back, and Reagan knew the lesson wasn’t over. She slid her fingers between those warm cheeks, found her wet, and knew dinner could wait. The real punishment was about to start, and it was going to be a lot wetter.