Nanny's Bratty Remedy

Ryan Keely has been trying everything to straighten out Hazel Moore. The live-in nanny knows the girl’s parents gave her free rein, but every lecture and every punishment has slid right off Hazel’s spoiled little backside. So Ryan clears the coffee table, sits down, and pulls the brat over her lap. The first smack lands sharp on the seat of Hazel’s jeans, then the denim comes down. Skin on skin, palm meets ass until it glows pink and Hazel stops rolling her eyes and starts whimpering. Ryan pauses only to pull the thick strap-on from the drawer and slick it with lube. She keeps Hazel right where she is, cheeks parted, and pushes the head against that tight little hole. One steady thrust and she’s buried to the hilt, hips slapping skin while the girl gasps and grips the edge of the table. Every thrust drives home the lesson. Every slap keeps Hazel’s cheeks stinging. Ryan doesn’t let up until the brat is shaking, hole stretched wide, and the couch cushions are wet beneath her.