Arabs Boy First Handjob In between The Spanking

During the spanking, I could already feel his body responding in ways he clearly hadn’t intended. His lack of control became impossible to ignore. I stopped and made him stand beside me. I looked him straight in the eyes, holding his gaze, fully aware of how exposed and embarrassed he felt. I took my time, playing with that tension, reminding him silently that every reaction of his body was still under my control. One hand around his hard penis and while my other jand played with his balls. I made him cum. What a good boy. Afterwards, I didn’t allow him a moment to relax. I took him back over my knee. This time, the spanking was harsher. His body was already sensitive, every strike landing deeper, burning longer. He understood now — arousal does not excuse behavior, and loss of control only leads to stricter correction. By the end, he was apologetic, humbled, and painfully aware of the lesson he had just learned.