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It is a truth universally acknowledged that if you are a pretty blonde female cat burglar, it’s rather essential you not let yourself be captured by the home owner:
From Pain Gate.
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She begged and pleaded for him to allow her to keep wearing her tight jeans during the caning. “Fine”, he said. “It won’t help you as much as you imagine, anyway.”
And it did not, because before he was done, he’d shredded the jeans anyway:
Found here.
Abusive language. It’s poison in a relationship. Fortunately there’s a cure:
He says: What you did was real bad. That is the worst word and it is really bad that you said it to me.
I say: I know. I’m sorry. (hoping to gain some grace in this spanking)
He says: I know you are sorry but not as sorry as you are going to be.
I think: Ughh
He lifts up his hand and brings it down quickly with a loud smack.
I yell: Oww, come on.
He begins to spank first on the right cheek and then on the left. He lays down a pattern of pink hand prints all over my bottom. I am squirming around and trying to avoid the fury of spanks that are lashing out on my back side.
I begin to yell out each time he spanks and then he keeps spanking and he goes to that very sensitive spot near my thighs. I can’t stand it. I begin to plead with him.
I say: I am sorry honey. Please stop.
He says: Sure you are sorry now but we have only begun sweetheart.
He says: Get up!
I stand at his command and wonder what else he has in store. He goes to the dresser and pulls out his belt. The big black belt. I think: Oh my God. Why… the belt.
I kinda yell: Nooooo. Not that. I’m sorry honey.
He says: I told you that that word is not to be used, ever!
I am standing there dredding the next moments.
He goes to the bed and places some pillows in a pile. He motions for me to come over to the bed. I very slowly meander over there.
He says: Get on the bed and over those pillows. I want that bottom up high do you hear me?
I moan and sulk. I slowly get on the bed and lay myself over the pillows. I am wishing that time would go faster and all of this would be over.
He places his hand in the small of my back. I am still.
He says: You are going to get 50 licks with this belt. You probably won’t be sitting much at work tomorrow but this should help you remember to watch your language.
From NaughtyNey.
Did you hear the the one about the clinic in Thailand that will charge you $380 for an hour of bottom “slapping” to “firm your rear”?
Most people can get this sophisticated medical treatment for free, if they ask the right person, nicely…
I see this vintage photo and I imagine that her husband told her “Take your bath, and when you’re all done, then bend over the stool in the bathroom and call for me. Don’t you dare move until I get there…”
There’s a certain clarity and simplicity to the storyline of this Private Property BDSM comic from Dofantasy. Woman is grabbed by a lustful and well-hung dwarf, gets tied up and spanked, whipped, and abused by same. Repeatedly until done.
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