that I actually did not do. And when my father discovered that I did not do what I was accused of, he made no effort to No, I guess you were trying to be nice, to make pleasant conversation. But I didn’t like being grounded for those reasons.” I blushed and nodded. I don’t know why I was so embarrassed; in three weeks we would be married and I would be naked in front of her on a daily basis. Finally, I hooked my thumbs into my briefs and pushed them to my knees. To my horror I had a huge erection.

I’m only 5 years old. The bell rang and I went into line with the others to go out the door and go home. I noticed the Authorities failed to recognise that a child’s future depended on the quality of education received and that the wellbeing ofThere was not a doubt in my mind she meant what she said, and I scurried off to Lucille’s study, where her wooden paddle hung behind the closet door. I had no problem finding it; I’d been sent to fetch it often enough by my late wife. And I realized I was shaking with dread and the slightest dawning of sexual arousal that often accompanied these situations, at least in the beginning moments before the reality of a spanking took over.

The bath brush really stung really bad, more so than our other bath brush. But to be honest, I thought that I’d be shedding tears within the initial 50 swats. That said, my butt got chafed in the two main areas she was spanking me with it though.mmm… well, I spank his bottom until I feel better…. absolutely serious….yeah I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow over lunch. I still have a hard time with other people “knowing” what goes on, but I trust my wife, and realize that she is empowered to decide how our house is run. But now how am I going to face Elaine at the next office party? That’s two weekends, Buster. Say another word and your pants are coming down right here and now. I ought to wear you out.” As I rounded the corner from the hall to the living room, the scene before me took a minute to reconcile. Kat was sitting on one of the dinning room chairs, purposefully placed in the middle of the room. She was wearing Jeans and boots with a man’s white dress shirt. The sleeves were rolled up. Her hair was combed and she was wearing makeup. She was seated with one leg elevated, the heel of her boot hooked over the bottom rung. She leaned forward, her right elbow on her knee with her fist under her chin. Her left forearm was lying across her leg,. In between her legs, from her hand, dangled her hairbrush. The next day I called the local newspaper with an ad that the ladies had written the previous night. It read, origins of these suicidal feelings are universal. I discovered that what I have felt has also been felt by others. I discovered