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 Well, hopefully you’ll find something to be thankful for this weekend,” said June, looking playfully between Alice and John.

The third swing brought an audible “Yeow” from the girl, but this time trying to keep her place was more successful, though Miss Watson saw her legs shake as she tried to ride out the pain. Finally, I hope you enjoy our arrangement, and please remember that you can end it at any time and use the safe words. Thank you, sir.” She glanced around the hallway. The house was beautiful, though it did not seem to be decorated the way she would expect a young man’s home to be. “Your home is beautiful.”

Layla was thrilled to have left the bar job. She had hated it. She had hated how she never got a day off, she hated that she was always exhausted, and she hated that the penny-pinching Aaron took every error in her till—even when she confirmed she had added items by mistake and the money was right—from her wages. She felt no guilt in leaving Aaron down a member of staff, though she hoped it would not make life too difficult for her colleagues. Birching: January 2023. A story about getting into trouble with my friend, Dr Morrow, alongside a group of mischievous friends at a spanking party.

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. Thinking about my own sometimes rowdy, and sometimes tender, sex life, I had to smile at the irony of a spanking. We don't hit our kids, so there would be some serious explaining to do if my son ever walking in on Rex disciplining me across his knees. And, at 6'1, I would feel kind of stupid. "Oh, Rex, slap my butt. But first, can you be a doll and get me a pillow for my legs? They're dragging on the hard wood." (Not * Whether I personally lean toward a good spanking or not you'll never know. * My eyes grew large as she unfolded the pink diaper. "Oh no, Mom! Don't make me do that. PLEASE don't make me wear a diaper!" There was always a smile or ‘the look’ – of course, we now knew that I was not too big or too old to be put across her knee – she’d proved that point in no uncertain terms! He caressed her bottom… lovingly, firmly, yet with intention. There was more to come, and she knew it. Her bare ass was fully exposed, her dress pulled up and her panties pulled down. In between his caresses she felt a light breeze dancing across her exposed skin. Her breath was tense, yet she felt relaxed, calm, peaceful—until it came.I spoke for a while, explaining that I didn't understand why, that the why didn't even matter anymore. Spanking was a massive part of my sexuality, and that was something she needed to know. When I finished, she furrowed her brow. As I explained in my previous attempt, as long as it was a bit of fun between us, I encouraged Mum any chance I could to turn me over her knee – I loved it. I pushed the boundaries with being cheeky – Mum threatened accordingly. It was fun – in fact, between the ages of 12 and 15 were my happiest childhood years. The period coincided with several fun spankings, and I felt this period also cemented an extra closeness in our relationship. He didn’t, though. He had only wanted to punish her. He wanted to teach her a lesson so she would be in work on time. Larson,” a man named Chad Holmes called. “My good man, it has been too long. And who do we have here?”