Standing, she rubbed her burning bare butt to ease its fiery sting. "God, I'm sorry. I've never been more sorry in all my life," she groaned. Pressing her sex against his obvious erection, she hugged him and said, "Thank you for paddling me. I deserved tough love." I don’t care if you hate me, Peter,” Jenny continues, putting away her phone. “If you don’t listen, I will send the signal to your uncle and in the blink of an eye—that bike will be dust.”

Now and then, Mary would get depressed about the passing years and having to start over, but when that happened, Mary’s lifelong friend, Sue, would be there to support her. We saw a lot of Sue, those days. Unfortunately for Stacy, her folks didn’t see this as a positive. Her mother scolded her for intentionally "showing off" and being a "slut." Her father was more blunt: "Since you clearly haven’t learned modesty, we’ll repeat this spanking next Friday night!" After Viennese shortbread accompanying rose-petal panna cotta, she drew Mrs. Davenport aside while their men chatted. Her discreet stinging bottom had lasted an hour, settling into a pleasant promise.

Pricking and Scratching

Cutting off noses was not only a punishment for thieves. After Ramses III’s wife slit his throat in his sleep, her co-conspirators were sentenced to have their noses removed. It’s not completely clear whether these people were sent to Rhinocolura, but they were definitely terrified of the fate that awaited them. One, as soon as he was left alone, took his own life, preferring to die than live branded as a criminal by the severed nose on his face. Torturing with the Brazen Bull Once, we were in Amersham police station around Christmas—I remember my mum bringing some Christmas cake up to where we are able to visit on remand, in those times.

You were magnificent tonight," he said. "But I must paddle you. You filled my mental space with unnecessary angst while I prepared for this dinner." You can only imagine the expression on our young faces when the teapot came out—sugar cubes and cake, after all that gardening work. They grew in intensity with each slow step until they paused behind her. Sara’s breath caught as she felt Jacob’s hands wrap around her torso. His rough fingers grasped the waistline of her jeans and turned her around to face him. How do you know that we’ve got something planned?” Keri asks, nudging her son as she sits next to him. “Could it be that you’ve caused a heap of trouble?”Ms. Haley," she said to me as if she was talking to my mother, "you were stopped for speeding; ten miles per hour over the limit. How do you plead?" 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.)

Mom…?” Peter says softly, trying to gain her attention. “Why would you let this witch do this to me!? Mom…!?” No, Sir.”The dull scratch of a chair filled the room. Heavy footsteps vibrated through the floorboards. A lawyer, in charge of his firm's dress code, uses his position to administer corporal punishment. (2,360 words.) All Stacy could think was that at least her relatives would be gone by then. That wasn’t much cheering up, but it was something. Keri sniffs in and wipes at her eyes. “I’ve….,” she says, trying to talk through the tears. “I’ve had enough Peter. I can’t deal with this anymore.”

When I stop the tap and disconnect the nozzle, Barb keeps screaming. Her asshole spasms around the plug, but she’s too tight to leak. Her flat little belly is bloated out from all the water. Her vivacious smile spun their evening into action. She teased captivating stories from the Davenports about starting their company. Their conversation bounced along, despite the Davenports being older. Sara’s gaze snapped up to meet his. Jacob’s eyes were cool and unnerving. The normal glint of humor that lived there was nowhere to be found. Sara couldn’t help but blush in embarrassment as all three men's eyes were upon her, raking across her bare skin hungrily so much that she thought she could feel them touching her. Richard stroked her cheek and her hair, uttered in her ear, teeth skimming along the lobe, “It’ll all be alright, darling. Just submit willfully and it won’t hurt as much.”