Scarlett Sommers Gets Spanked by Stepdad

Allen walked through the door, his tie loosened, his mind still on the day's work. The house was quiet, too quiet. He kicked off his shoes, the sound echoing through the empty living room. His eyes landed on the couch, where Scarlett was sprawled out, her long legs stretched across the cushions, her ass barely covered by the tiny shorts she wore. Her tits were on full display, her nipples hard under the thin fabric of her tank top. She was supposed to be cleaning, but instead, she was lounging, her fingers lazily scrolling through her phone. Allen's jaw tightened. He had warned her about this. He had told her that if she didn't keep up with her chores, there would be consequences. He walked over to the couch, his steps heavy, his eyes never leaving her. Scarlett looked up, her eyes wide, her lips parting in surprise. She knew what was coming. She had seen the look in his eyes before, the one that promised a spanking. "Scarlett," he said, his voice low and firm. "You were supposed to clean the house. Instead, you're here, doing nothing. You know what that means, don't you?" Scarlett nodded, her breath hitching. She knew. She had felt the sting of his hand before, the heat that spread across her ass, the way it made her pussy wet. She shifted on the couch, her thighs pressing together, trying to ease the ache that was already building. Allen reached down, his hand gripping her wrist, pulling her up. He turned her around, his other hand on her hip, guiding her over the arm of the couch. Her ass was in the air, her tits pressed against the cushions. She could feel his eyes on her, the heat of his gaze like a physical touch. She wiggled her ass, teasing him, inviting him to do what