Mum and I remain very close – and I believe those fun spankings have a lot to do with the strength of our relationship. In fact, as I was typing this story, she called me – it’s almost like she knew what I was up to! He returned, closing their bedroom door, carrying their short brown leather discipline strap. Folded over like a belt and stitched together, a split on the curled end doubled its sting. It appeared innocent, but she'd experienced its punishing power. The blows stopped, and Mr Larson rubbed her bottom as she sobbed from the pain. He moved to sit at his desk. She remained bent over, as he had not commanded her to move.

The Principal made a few more notes on the paperwork, signing and dating the punishment administered. No, for her the problem has always been understanding my need to connect with other hard-wired spankos. I've explained that not everything about spanking is sexual and that wanting to meet, talk to and even play with others doesn't reflect one whit on my love for her. But again, it's the unanswerable Why? question. Why isn't she enough? Why would I need to spank someone else, if I didn't want to sleep with that person?She sat on her chair. She could already feel her bottom burning at the thought of what was to come. She felt anxious, but she forced herself to concentrate on her work. She did not want to make her punishment worse by angering Mr Larson. In this tender period piece, a woman in a Puritan society is falsely accused of being a witch and is put on trial. (7,555 words.) Yes, Sir. Understood” replied Alice. She had winced slightly at the number of strokes. This would not be easy. Facing their long dining table, she rubbed one die between her fingers. 'Five' would provide protection against the blistering oak, although five thunderous swats would be furious punishment. Maybe one vicious swat on her bare skin fitted her crime. She held herself still. The paddle crashed into her bare bottom, forcing a wave of throbbing pain as her stinging skin sizzled. Proud to take it bare, her sex swept pleasure towards her pain. The paddle blasted her butt, its broad expanse overlapping previous swats. Absorbing the heavy impacts she deserved, she gasped as pain surge through her bottom.

She shrugged. “I have taken them out over five years, and I’ve paid two years on one and eighteen months on the other—I have paid more than the rate, but I don’t have a settlement figure.” It was 1969 and Dana was a senior at UCLA. “My girlfriend and I were looking for a place to make ‘nookie’ since my roommate was in my room studying. It was a few days before classes started and the room next door to her room was still vacant, so we went in there and proceeded,” Dana explains. Alice looked deeply uncomfortable, but would still prefer this option to that of being effectively confined to one room in School for a whole week.Just initial here, please, to show that you have accepted this option. Thank you. Miss Watson is here to witness the punishment and ensure that it is administered fairly and properly.” Layla burned with shame as she felt the moistness between her legs. She was laid over a desk receiving a beating from her boss, but she found the experience intensely erotic. She cursed her body its betrayal.

He didn’t respond, and instead, he led her up the stairs to the attic. Layla was relieved to find he wasn’t leading her to a dungeon. The attic held a metal-framed bed that had wrist and ankle restraints fitted. There was also a desk, a bench, and various odd-shaped chairs that had restraints attached, and a metal frame that looked to be used for restraining a person who stood. Disliking her dilemma, she raised her arm, flipping a single die along the dining table. It bounced several times, rolling to a halt. One.

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On my actual birthday, Mum didn’t need to wake me – I was up early and excited. When I walked into the kitchen, still in my pyjamas, she greeted the birthday boy with a big hug and a soppy kiss. She showed me to my cards and gifts on the table. When the Owner of the Venue you Rented Shows up at your Spanking Party: A recounting of something that happened at a party I was at recently. Writing style is more general non-fiction than story-like. Clare smiled. "A silly professional mistake. He was kind and corrected my error. I cooked him dinner as thanks. My stir-fry is legendary, it seems." He frowned. Her attitude had been a growing problem since they'd woken. Mr. and Mrs. Davenport had founded their trusted software business twenty years ago, developing an extensive client base. Relationships mattered to them. Decades younger, he needed to convey a loving, homely impression to win their hearts and acquire their company.

When we entered the room, there was a large double bed for my parents, and a......I couldn't believe it! A white CRIB, covered with pink bunnies and of course, pink nursery printed sheets.

We'd never be perfect together unless I looked into her eyes and told this innocent woman I had a spanking fetish

She pressed her bare feet onto the floor to keep still. She needed her hurt to atone. The paddle punched blazing pain, meeting honest repentance. She panted, determined to respect her punishment. His conviction carried to her ears, and she smiled from her heart. Her small soft hand, firm in his grasp, he pointed at the signature of her naked curves imprinted on their soaring glass. «Beginning She found some baby powder and sprinkled it on me, then snugly fastened the diaper using the tapes that were on it. Layla remained annoyed for much of the day. She spent her lunch break searching online for another job and felt tearful that nothing she found would pay as well.