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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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Nothing like a little sorority punishment to get her motor revving. This is from Sorority Sex Slave:
“Now,” she said, looking serious. “You’ve already broken one of the most important pledge rules, which is to always wear the emblem of a pledge to this house. If I’d seen it myself I would have given you a break but Mary saw you and so did the others. That means you have to be punished.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said, my belly quivering a little, partly in anxiety partly in excitement. She looked at me knowingly, as though she knew precisely how I was feeling.
“I think you’re going to get along very nicely here, Amber,” she said. She stood up and went to a corner, lifting a three foot long piece of wood from a shelf. It was thin, lightweight and flexible.
“Stand up, Amber and remove your shift,” she said.
“Yes, Mistress,” I said, doing as she ordered.
“Now turn your back to me, spread your legs one foot apart, lean over and grip your ankles. And keep your legs straight.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I gulped, bending over as she said and presenting my naked ass to her. I was having a little trouble breathing. My chest was fluttering with excitement and embarrassment both. She was standing right behind me and I knew she could see right into my naked little slit, not to mention my asshole.
“Pledge, Amber,” she said, “You have violated section three of the pledge book, by being found not wearing your medallion. For a first time offence, the punishment is ten switches and it is a public switching. However, since this is the first day here I’ll make an exception and grant you a private punishment.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” I said, glad I wasn’t doing this with thirty or forty girls staring at my naked crotch and asshole.
“Do not move. Do not attempt to evade your punishment or turn it aside,” she said. I was looking between my legs and could see she was reading from a little book. She put it down and raised the switch. It made a hissing sound as it cut through the air. Then it hit my behind with a sharp, biting pain.
I yelped, but kept my position. She held the switch up, waiting for me to recover, then slashed it down again. It hit across both cheeks almost exactly where it had before. I cried out again, clenching my teeth against the pain.
Again it slashed across my ass, slightly higher, then again, a little lower, then again and again and again and again. I was groaning between my tightly closed lips as she raised the switch again. She hesitated then swung it down across my ass cheeks once more.
“That’s nine, pledge. Do you regret your error?”
“Ye… yes, Mistress,” I gasped. Then I cried out in pain as the switch whipped down and smashed into my ass cheeks for a final
time.“Thank me for your instruction,” she said.
“Thank you for your… your instruction, Mistress,” I panted.
“Rise and turn.” I stood up, lightheaded as the blood flowed down out of my skull.
“On your knees, pledge.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said, dropping to my knees in front of her. She held the switch out to me.
“Kiss the switch which disciplines you.” I kissed it and she put it on her desk and reached to take my hands. She lifted me to my feet and smiled in amusement.
“You’re a natural, aren’t you, Amber?” she grinned.
“M… mistress?” I blinked.
She turned and opened one of the drawers of her desk, then pulled out a long silver metal vibrator. She held it up in front of me and clicked it on. I shivered a little as I heard it buzz.
“Want it, Amber?”