Wife Spanking (Spanked Wives Stories Book 3)

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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.

I went on about my day, got into my work, and didn’t realize the amount of time that passed. Until I got the above mentioned text, which popped up on my computer screen.It was a week after the funeral when I finally mustered the courage to enter Lucille’s study, to search for the discipline agreement I wrote all those years ago. Lucille had a growing business in commercial accounting that she ran out of our home. She left her business to her younger sister, Vera, who was doing similar work, and I did not want Vera to happen inadvertently upon our discipline agreement when she searched through Lucille’s business accounts and records. That was a part of our relationship I would not want to share with anyone, and most certainly not with Vera. Predicting your mood was a constant gamble. Our evening might have gone wrong if I hadn't strapped you." I got smart and said I may need a little spanking. He assured me if I didn't settle down I'd get a good spanking and I might get my ** whipped too! With a bitter grimace, she twisted her wrist, casting her fate. The final die slowed, bumped its partner, settling on four.

Jess says: When I first got this belt, I simply loved it for its fine quality of leather. It’s look and feel. But after having used it to discipline Joey with over the years, its allure to me has grown exponentially. Rising, pumped full of respect, she said, "I'm sorry. I'll be an absolute delight tonight. Thank you for strapping me. I'm sorry you needed to. Thank you for only using our discipline strap." He commenced with 5 more that were harder than the first 4 and trust me, I didn't wiggle or squirm. I took it, becauseI had earned it for being defiant (which I'm super great at) and I knew he was perfecting his new role as HOH!Emmy wiggles a bit and says 'Adam, really I got it. Please, it is embarrassing. It won't happen anymore OK?' Adam pauses. Emmy, I am very tired of you constantly using bad language, being disrespectful to me, challenging everything I say and not listening! When are you going to get it?'

Karen listened, and the message sank in. She knew her Mummy did not do idle talk as regards discipline. A few days after my search, which was frustratingly unsuccessful, I responded to our front doorbell; there was Vera. The door handle slipped in her sweaty palm, the door made a noise far too loud. Mummy sounded so joyous as she shouted, “Hello dear, had a good day? Come and give Mummy a hug, I need one today.”

Suspicions on the River

Here is one of the best '60s underground fetish shorts (most are terrible). This stands out due to the fierce Latina dominatrix who resembles Tura Satana ("Faster, Pussycat, Kill Kill!") both in look and over-the-top intensity. She goes berserk after her mousey schoolgirl slave brings home a note from her teacher. Note the bizarre "bondage board". A unique bit of carpentry. The domme wails away on the girl like a maniac. She only has one speed: flat out. And this is just the first half. See part two for the rest. Search for: "1960s S&M Fetish Stag Film, Dominatrix & Schoolgirl (part 2)" When I was in my 20s I moved in with a women 12 years my senior. She was quite beautiful and sophisticated. I was living in her house and shortly aster moving in she began to discuss “rules of the house.” I was attracted to her and needed a place to stay so I listened and when she first said violations would be met with swift stern punishment. I felt a strange sense of titillation and I thought ok I will go along. She asked if I had been spanked by my mom growing up and when I said no, she said it showed. She lived in a duplex she shared with her aging mother and when she thought I hadn’t shown her mother the proper degree of respect she scolded me and listed a number of infractions that she deemed worthy of correction. This is a story version of one of the true real life spankings as told to me by a delightful lady who went to a Girls Grammer School and was kept in line at home by a slipper wielding mother, who used it on her daughters bare bottom… Often! Opening his other palm, he revealed two green dice. "You'd rather I imposed my judgment on you, but you're going to gamble on your punishment. Roll one die to decide your protection."