Ning Rongrong's Special Little Fetish

Every slap from Dai Chengfeng made Ning Rongrong tremble lightly.

She bit her lower lip, trying hard not to let out any strange sounds, but her gradually ragged breathing and increasingly limp body betrayed her.

She felt as if she was about to melt, her mind dizzy and hazy.

"Dai Chengfeng..."

At last, she could not hold back and called his name with a sob in her voice, yet even she did not know whether she wanted him to stop, or... continue.

Dai Chengfeng stopped. "Do you know what you did wrong?"

He asked, his breath brushing over her reddened auricle.

How could Ning Rongrong possibly know what "wrong" he was asking about anymore? Her mind was a muddle, and she could only instinctively follow his words, nodding at random, a few strands of hair damp with sweat sticking to her cheek side.

"I-I know..."

"Where were you wrong?"

But he would not let her off, insisting on asking clearly.

Ning Rongrong was at a loss for words. How would she know where she was wrong?

She just... she just could not take it anymore.

"I... I shouldn't have... shouldn't have run around..."

She found a random excuse, her voice faint and weak.

Dai Chengfeng let out a low laugh, the vibration of his chest transmitting clearly to her.

"That doesn't count."

He leaned even closer, his lips almost touching her ears, and said in a breathy voice only the two of them could hear, "Think again... Is it that you shouldn't have hidden certain things from me?"

Ning Rongrong's body suddenly stiffened.

He really did know! He knew that she... had that sort of unspeakable...

An immense sense of shame swept over her in an instant, a hundred times even more intense than when she had been spanked just