I am going to give you a lot of light strokes and six hard strokes. I want you to count the hard strokes. If you miss, then I will start again. Do you understand, Miss Farrow?” Alice had initialled where she had been shown, and tried to smile at Miss Watson, but her nerves made it fail until it was almost a grimace.

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.” 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."I am pleased to find that you will accept my proposal. I have detailed the finer points of our arrangement: She sat across from him in the same seat she had taken when he told her she would have to be spanked if she wanted to save her job. I see nothing here I can use to punish you,” he whispered. “My hands will not offer a severe enough punishment.”

I was going to be sleeping where Shannon always slept. This sounded reasonable at first, although I was mildly ruffled at having to sleep in a 3 year old girls bed. It would probably be something dumb, like pink or something. Jennifer caught me, of course. I'd driven 300 miles to go to a small spanking party in Washington, DC. It was at someone's house, and it was two days of awesome. At one point, I was in a hot tub with a woman who acted in spanking films and the female host, a retired police lieutenant. But as exciting as that was, I wanted to experience spanking with someone I loved. I didn't want to have spanking on the side; I wanted it front and center. I'm pleased to announce that I've just published a new story collection, Twelve of the Best: Volume 13! Taking both dice with shaking fingers, she clutched them in her clammy fist, her eyes imploring him to determine her fate. She trusted his decisions. She stared at her feet. It was tough to hear. Stealing a glance at the paddle due to punish her, she flinched.

It will hurt,” he said. “Though I will ensure it is not excessive. You will not have broken skin or scars.” Part 1: Emma’s Bedtimes…:Oct 2020. A story about myself (3rd person) and a dynamic I was in at the time that lasted around 7 months. But you agreed. If you don’t respect yourself then why should I respect you?” he replied, fiercely. As am I. Perhaps I should go with your friend. Maybe he could satisfy me and not leave me frustrated, disappointed, and frozen on his doorstep.”