The Spanked Female - Book Two

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clinton - (contributed by henry) - it was mentioned on the Donahue show that chelsea`s mother hillary We then faced each other in some kind of bizarre mexican stand off as we weighed up our options. I knew I'd got something in my pants. He knew I'd got something in my pants. He knew that I knew that he knew that I'd got something in my pants. However, I was damned if I was going to admit it and he was going to have the devil of a time proving it. Karen took the note, her hand shaking slightly. She could feel the cheeks on her face flush. “No Mummy I do not have any homework tonight.” After allowing the culprit a little time to compose herself and redress, I expect her to join the others, and no mention of any kind is made of the punishment unless future misconduct makes it necessary, and this is not often.

Mildred was walking by, the strains of the spanking symphony drifted through the window turning into a cocophony of sound, hard whups! and long, long howls of pain! She nodded satisfactorily. “Good old Mummy, keeping up the standards, that’ll teach her!” He seemed to like that she thanked him and paused to rub his hand across her hot cheeks. “Stand up,” he said. “Remove your trousers and your underwear.”Thank you my Queen for holding me accountable for my actions, as I am cultivated by your harsh, yet just punishments. I recognize your superiority and am grateful you are my Queen. I am very sorry for my transgressions and look forward to showing you examples of my improved attitude and behavior.”

Almost a minute passed, but it felt longer. Karen looked at her beautiful Mummy, the rounded body looked so cosy and even at this moment strangely comforting, her Mummy bear almost. She saw her Mummy looking at her bush, her hips, she could almost read the thoughts in her head…”My my, my little girl is a girl no more.” An intriguingly eclectic collection of short tales, which are all intertwined brilliantly to make this a compelling read. Join the women of the tales as they explore their filthiest desires. With tale “You deserve this, Miss Farrow,” Mr Larson said. “You have had this coming for a long time.” Her mummy, was at the very least, delighted! “Ohhh you clever girl Karen, you have made your Mummy so very proud. This Saturday, we are off to town you and I, we will go to Rushet’s Cafe on the High Street, and I’ll take you to your favourite bakers and get you a lovely cream cake to have after Sunday tea! Then my dear, we will go looking at uniforms and satchels. You are going to look lovely, you deserve the best….well done!” He is using me so I may as well use him. The sooner I can pay off my loans, the sooner I don’t have to depend on him. I didn’t want to,” he said. “Be on your best behaviour, and I’ll pay you. You’ve proven you can be good for money.”Layla had finished serving a group of office workers when she noticed another customer waiting on his own. She caught her breath. Thank you for attending the dinner last night and for making a good impression on Mr and Mrs Foster. I have paid the money into your bank as promised. Layla burned with shame as she felt the moistness between her legs. She was laid over a desk receiving a beating from her boss, but she found the experience intensely erotic. She cursed her body its betrayal. Many years later I was teaching at a school and it was the last day of term, a day which had been decided by the authorities would be the final day corporal punishment could be allowed.

Well, that boyish bare which was ivory white soon started turning pink. As Mrs F spanked so she instructed, she just couldn’t help it: “now Vicar, its all about rhythm and flow, rhythm and flow, varying speed, altering pace, alternate cheeks. Raising the hand half-way – crash it down – the hand full way – wallop! – Now a flurry, now three, one on each cheek, one in the crease, a hammer hand, an open palm, now six hard to finish”. At that moment the deputy head's phone rang. He answered it which gave us extra thinking time. It was then I remembered something that he'd said in assembly. According to him we were now 2nd Years and the senior pupils in that particular playground, and as such we were obliged to set a good example for the 1st Years. Layla sat nervously in the car on Wednesday as it conveyed her to Mr Larson’s home. He lived in a large three-storey townhouse. She couldn’t imagine how much it was worth. 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?”Yes. I hope that you enjoy the experience, but I won’t go out of my way to make sure that you do. This arrangement is to fulfil my needs. You won’t always like it, sometimes you will receive pain, but I hope you will accept it. You feel the need to be dominated?” Here is an edited extract from Richard Manton’s story ‘Whips Incorporated’ relating to Mrs. Walter: A window was open in that small space known as the vestry. As they passed by an unmistakable sound emanated out, rooting them to the spot.