Like heck he’s not:
What happened on Friday was funny. When I put on the schoolgirl uniform, to take the pictures, I had nothing on my mind, except for the pics, like I said. But after I checked them on my computer, Jack started turning off half of the lights in the house and covering the windows. Now, if Jack does that, you know what’s coming…
My panties came down. I was again wearing some thin stupid stuff – I am so dumb! He slapped some more, making me turn left and right, but my hands never left the bed. Then I heard the swish, and his belt came out of his belt loops.
I got ten hard ones. He counted them and had to repeat a couple of strokes, because I was jumping forwards a bit too much – even if after each stroke, I was bringing my butt back for another stroke.
He explained to me calmly that he wasn’t interested in my butt being out of reach, but being presented for his belt in the correct position. He adjusted my position: “This is what I want. Not there, not here, but right *here*. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.” “Besides, why do you tense? You said the belt doesn’t hurt, right?” “Yes… but this is different!” Of course it was. I thought it wouldn’t hurt… as usual, I was wrong! But ten finished.
And he went to get the hairbrush. That thing stings! He covered my bum all around with it. He loves catching both cheeks with one hit. He said that. I witnessed it.
When the spanking was done and I was sore, he went for sex. He was damn hard! And he says spanking is not his thing? For God’s sake! If it’s not his thing, why was his gun so fucking loaded?
From Brat Under Control.