About this deal
Honey, can we talk about this? I’m willing to meet this Doris person, and even consider taking a spanking, but this has come on pretty suddenly. I think we should think it over and discuss it first.” She’s coming here? Tonight?” I blurted, taken by surprise at the pace this was developing. “I’ve never even met this person, and you are going to let her spank me? Shouldn’t we discuss this first? Give me a chance to get used to the idea? I mean, a complete stranger…” Hi and thanks for being willing to read this. It has began so hard for me to handle it lately, therefore I chose to confide anonymously in a forum... I find it safer... I guess I wouldn't be able to tell any therapist in real life...
A “little reminder.” If only it would be that simple; but Doris never did anything in a “little” way. Oh no, when Doris reminded you, it left an impression that would last for a good long time. Doris enjoys her work; she puts everything she has into it, and everything she has is more than enough for me… way more. Each strike with that hard wood paddle left its own fire behind, and the flame was stoked and grew with each successive spank. I didn’t want to cry out; I didn’t want to struggle once Doris demonstrated the futility; most especially I did not want to cry in front of this woman or my wife, but Doris proved what I wanted had no bearing on what would happen.After more than ten minutes—an eternity under that burning paddle—the spanking tapered off to just a few well-placed shots, then nothing. I felt Doris put down the paddle and lightly stroke my flaming, bruised bottom. Even her lightest, feminine touch inflamed the nerve endings of my over-sensitive, severely punished mounds.
My characters write much of my stories, and what I especially like about this one is how eloquent Marianne can be with her lips and a pair of crochet hooks.TV news item from 2006 about allegations that a basketball coach at a high school in Virginia (where CP is banned in public schools) made members of the team take turns to spank one of their number. What I find intriguing is that Marriane never touches John’s bare behind herself (except presumably for erotic purposes), yet she has pretty much total control over how frequently and intensively it ends up being blistered by Doris. She can act calm and cool about any misbehavior on his part, yet have him reduced to blubbering tears with his naked buttcheeks blazing, in front of her, with a single phone call.
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