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Well lets try again and have some OTK fun instead of running round for other people xx

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Erin, was bent over the bench. Her bottom pale and raised, showed scant evidence of her last encounter. She healed quickly. There were only a few bruises faintly marring her lovely round bottom. The long, sleek, black tail hung between her spread legs. She was not bound. In truth, Stern didn't need to tie her, unless she was being suspended. She was so well trained by Mistress Raven, that she needed no restraints. If she moved, she would return, at once into position. Stern might use them, because he enjoyed making her feel imprisoned to some extent. She didn't mind. She longed for his attention.

Stern entered the playroom, with a jump in his step. He was so excited to have Erin waiting and ready. He approached her from behind, stroking her ass and thighs, then moving his hands up her body. He gathered her hair into a pony tail, and tired it back with an elastic band. He crouched down at her head, and greeted her with a kiss.
"Welcome, Erin. I'm so pleased to have you here."
"I am at your disposal, Sir, but I am also pleased to be here, with you."
He should limit her response, but she was so respectful and sweet, he didn't mind. "I'm going to set up some cameras, Erin, to record our session. I want us to enjoy the footage, later. I want you to see, what I see. It is only for us. I will ask you before I share, though you know I don't have to."
"The film is yours, Sir, as am I, to do with as you wish."
"You are perfect, Erin, and I am going to make you very happy. I am also going to make you very sore. I can't wait to spank you. Your bottom had been in my mind all day!!" Stern adjusted the position of the cameras front, back and sides. He would edit it, later.
"Now, let's see what implements you've chosen, my dear! Aw, well that is a nice selection! A birch bundle, a cane, a strap, a bath brush, and a slipper. I can't wait! I've never given anyone a birching before, but I'd love to give my first, to you."
Let's get some oil on that bottom. I'm going to take off my robe and we'll begin.

"I think we'll begin with a little light play. Let me get some more lube on that plug , while I grease up your fanny! That tail is delightful, my beauty, really striking and I'm amazed how quickly your last whipping healed!!"
Stern warmed some oil in a small dish, in the microwave. He addressed the plug and tail, first. He moved it around in her eliciting a throaty sound. He loved being in her ass. He wanted her ready when he wanted to take the dive, tonight. He pulled lightly and steadily on the tail, until the day end of the plug popped out of her bum. He applied the oil, and drive it back into her. He twisted and turned the silky tail, spinning the plug, within her. Her hips undulated, willingly accepting the intrusion. "Very, very nice, Erin! Well done!" He punctuated his enthusiasm by covering his hand in oil and slapping her bottom, really hard on each cheek. He left a very visible handprint. He could count his fingers on her ass. He loved it!!
He added another set to her milky thighs.
His heavy hand, wet with oil, hurt and stung them, just as the heat was hitting her bottom from the first two.
"Ouch!!! Ooo, That hurt!"
"Oh, yes, darling, tell me! You're making my cock grow!!"
He picked up the slipper. Holding the heal, He smacked her sit spots, over and over, really putting his arm into it. He wanted then sore and red. He added a few to her thighs for variety.

He knew he should wait for the birch branches. The unruly little bundle called to him though, and he just couldn't resist. He hit it against her bottom, without too much force, leaving a scattering of red marks. He trusted it lightly a few more times, careful not to break the skin, almost playfully. The night was young and he planned to punish her well and then take her, with him to meet Mistress Raven.
He decided to give her a little break. He guided her to a table and sat her on the edge. He rolled a little stool over and sat in it, adjusting it's height, with the pull of a lever. He'd been careful to keep the oil away from her lady lips. He dried of his hands, and rolled up to her. His mouth was positioned between her legs. His hands reached around gripping her hot, red bottom and pulled her crotch to his mouth. She tasted a tiny bit sweet, like a hint of honey. He masterfully licked and nibbled at her, as her hands petted at his boyish curls. His well practiced time found her clitoris, and he brought her shivering to orgasm. Her pussy gushed with juices. He eagerly lapped them up.
He plunged two fingers inside her and grabbed at the tail with the other. The pushing in one hike and the resistance of pulling at the other, with his thumb on her clit, made her come yet again.
Her voice rose in pitch, and he guided her to heaven.

His cock was so hard. He had intended to wait, but wanted her to touch him. He said, "I am in need of your mouth."

Erin quickly squirmed off the table, as he got on, scorching back. He got between his legs and released him from the fabric of his pants. Her beautiful lips and tongue teased his tip. He lifted his head to watch her. Those flashing green eyes dazzled him, as he saw his cock disappear, between into sweet wet, mouth. He just couldn't hold back He grabbed at her hair and plunged along her tongue, spraying his hot seed down her throat.

He wasn't sure at that point, if he was training her or she was training him, but they both were smiling, as she licked her red lips

64 views · 6 hours ago

David phoned Stern, to talk about the Fair, and to discuss the topic of Janie and Evan.
"It's David, I wanted to see if things were moving along with the Fair. How many boys do we have up for membership? And how many girls do we expect for the picnic?
"Looks like about 57 boys, but some are right on the line, just barely eighteen. I'm going to see them, before I say ok. You know I think that extra year is important. I don't think that most of them are ready, until they are 19. They're coming from all over the islands. We have a few that prefer lads, but there's some young members, who would love to make a match with them and there is always the chance, that they will like each other.
The girls... looks like 28, first time princesses and 22 still unmatched girls. Some of the girls are also on the line, I'll have to see them, in order to decide. There are a few young ladies that seem to be struggling with their sexual identities. I say let them come, and see if it helps clarify their desires. With the youngest girls, we can't have them in, if they haven't been raised right or are too immature. It's a problem we face, by sheltering them. They are pure, but they are also more like girls, than women. It'll be case by case, for then all. Some may not be ready for a it two, though I think the fact that Dylan is here this year, made the Dad's take notice. Who wouldn't want him for their son law? I'm meeting with Raven about the entertainment. We'll have a variety as usual. Anything else?"
"Yes, some big new at home, Evan wants to court Janie, and she says ,she's in love. She's had all the symptoms .. been acting up for months. I've given him my permission, to begin training her, and if that goes well, then we'll proceed. I knew, when I brought him here, that she was wanting to explore. I knew he wouldn't dare exploit her, although he's enjoyed punishing her. Janie, that little minx engineered one of her spankings, because she wanted it. She got alot more than she bargained for. A bath brush, on her wet bottom, in the bath." David chuckled. "He gave her quite a dose of her own medicine!!"
"Well, that's a surprise, so she's not off to college? That's a shame, David, she's so bright!"
"She's also childish, Greg. I frankly don't think she could take care of herself, but maybe with some "Stern" training, it might be possible. I was thinking, you'd be training Erin, anyways. Of course you both are older, Janie's not been sexually active, but perhaps something, sexually mild, maybe a plug, an enema, or a little tail, might be alright. I'll think that over. I'm thinking, Evan could use a little help. She definitely needs structure and discipline. She's rebelled a little, this year, not usually while I'm around, but in my absence. I mainly want her to respond, immediately, do as she is told, and not require constant supervision, to insure her good behavior. To some extent, she must fear the consequences, more than she desires to misbehave. She is headstrong, like me."
"Why, David, I'd be very pleased to coach her training. I have had the pleasure, of punishing her at school. She's a very sweet girl, perhaps a bit impulsive. I'm sure we could find enough appropriate exercises for the two of them, and Erin is very obedient. She'd be a good influence on Janie. How do you feel about Janie seeing sexual situations?"
"Let me give that some thought, Greg. I'll establish some guidelines. I don't want to spoil all the surprises. There's a charm in innocence, and Evan deserves to enjoy that. I also am not entirely sure he'll measure up. I think he'll be fine but just in case.... You know."
"Right, better safe than sorry. Better that they are not left alone, too often. OK, David, I'll touch base with you tomorrow.
Enjoy your night."
"Thank you, Gregory. You, as well."

Erin arrived and was greeted by the houseboy. She went directly to the playroom. She hung up her coat. As per Gregory's instructions, she was wearing a black lace thong, a silky lace up corset, sucklings and high heels. Across her eyes, was tied, a pretty piece of delicate black lace. She had on a headband, with little fur cat ears and she had a long black fur tail, which hung from a very substantial plug, tucked, tightly up her derriere. She had to work with a set of plugs & lubricant, for about 30 or 40 minutes to accommodate this tail, but Stern insisted. She followed his instructions to the letter.
She was a vision with her curly red hair cascading around her, all in black and wearing stilettos, which did pinch her toes. She was to find a spanking chair, in the room and pick out five implements from the drawer. She was to lay them out on the table, and position herself on the chair. She saw the chair. It was padded and covered in leather. It looked kind of like a chair, but your knees went on the seat. Where the top of the back would be, there was, a downward slanting shelf. Your chest went there and then your arms were bound to posts, below.

She chose the implements, from the drawer. She laid out a variety, she thought he would enjoy, thinking little of the pain they might bring. She positioned herself on the chair and waited.
Stern watched her on camera. She went ,directly to task, which pleased him. She was on time, and dressed in what he has requested. Tonight he would punish her, not for any transgression, but just for his pleasure. He would, however, also reward her.

Divine Bitches
23 views · 8 hours ago

to my photo album: fetish fashion
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Think you can handle this?

46 views · 11 hours ago

He didn’t say anything and when I asked about the weekend he just shrugged and said he didn’t think he wanted to go. He really didn’t want to be around me right now.
“Fine!” I said becoming angry. I dug the resort confirmation from my purse, put it on his workbench and said “call them and cancel; it’s too late for a refund but maybe they'll give you a partial credit. You can spend it on something you want to do alone!” I didn’t want him to see any tears to know how hurtfull his comment was. So I turned to leave telling him I needed to jump in the shower then run some errands and that I’d pick up the kids.
Now, here he was curling his finger at me to come to him.
“I said I didn’t want to be around you right now because I was thinking” he began. “What I was thinking was that I do want to give you a spanking. A good,hard spanking that will not only scratch my mad spot as you call it but will give me peace of mind because when I’m done I’ll know you won’t ever again not check the oil. Now come over here.”
I walked over thinking I could still distract him. I know exactly what he likes and me naked is one of his favorite things.
“Lift up your skirt and pull your panties down.” I started to raise my dress up over my head.
“No” he said, leave it on just raise up the skirt part to your waist and pull down your panties”. I guess he knew he was easily distracted. With a sigh I did as he said since I knew I really did deserve to be spanked.
“Now get over my knee. Put your hands on the floor above your head, your feet on the floor and your waist and hips against my legs.”
I started to cry. This wasn’t going to be the spanking I thought it would be. This was going to hurt.
“Crying already? Soon you’ll have good reason to cry”.
And I did. He really laid into me with that spatula. Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
“Ow Ow Owie Please stop” I cried as tears ran down my cheeks. But he continued to spank. Spank!Spank! Spank! Spank! The swats were landing even faster as he paddled my ass all over.
“Ooooo, please Denny I’m sorry! Stop please! It hurts too much.Spank! Spank! Spank!Spank! Spank! Spank!
I was balling like a kid. Kicking my legs and sobbing. “Please Denny I promise I’ll be good. Please stop!” My bottom wss being tore up!
After another 20-25 more swats he finally stopped.
“Allright Wynn, you can get up and pull up your panties. Spanking is over. Looking at your ass I believe you’ve learned your lesson.” And he was right. Every Friday I checked the oil level without fail cuz every time I thought to wait and do it later my ass flashed on the memory of that spanking.

Divine Bitches
34 views · 11 hours ago

I was determined to smooth this over. I apologized and promised to make it up to him but he stayed angry.
“I need you to take care of shit if I ask you to. We can’t afford a new engine when you let the engine oil run out. You were nearly 2 qts down. We talked about this before, remember?”
I did remember and felt bad. I knew he would opt out of this weekend as he just wouldn’t believe me when I promised to always check it in the future.
“Well Den, it looks like you have 3 choices. You can either get over it, get used to it or do something about it.”
“Hate the first 2; any suggestions what I should do?” he asked in a flat voice.
“Well if you just want peace of mind about the oil level you could just always check it yourself”...or, at a glare from him “you could spank me.
“Would it do any good?”
I imagine that depends on the spanking” I replied. “I feel sure it would go a long way towards scratching your mad spot so you’ll be glad again. As for anything else well, I think you’re capable of delivering a good hard spanking.”
You see I had a plan. Yeah, I’d have to take a few couple of swats but given our physical attraction to each other...I thought I would strip and lying naked across his lap he would soon find other, nicer things to do with his hands.

39 views · 12 hours ago

People who know us from here may also add us on Fetlife under MsM79 & PureHeretic81. We are on there more frequently than here.

There are a few stipulations in becoming our friend on there as is on here. You MUST send a introductory message along with your friend request. You MUST have a informative profile and some authentic pictures.

*I know because of various reasons, some can't have face pics but at least have authentic pics. We have been in the lifestyle a long time and know the difference between authentic pictures from plagorized net pictures*

Hope to see you on there soon ;)

Ms M & C

24 views · 12 hours ago

Even though I'm not really a big fan of self spanking - I've only done it a handful of times - it still remains all I have to work with for the time being. And today especially I'm really feeling the need to have my bottom roasted. More for motivation than anything else I guess. So I'm thinking this evening I may have to give self spanking another go and attempt to give myself the sore butt i feel I need...

Feel free to help hold me to this.

Divine Bitches
33 views · 12 hours ago

who else likes to role play ? i love it its a fun way to act out your fantasy's. weather its a secret fantasy you have .or something that really TURNS YOU ON..or its something you have ALWAYS WANTED TO DO BUT WAS TO SHY OR TO ASHAMED TO DO .. WHATS SOME OF YOU R ROLE PLAYING FANTASY'S...?DONT BE SHY....u tell me your i will tell you mine.. ok lets see what people say ...

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I’ve decided to go with option 3 and do something about it. Specifically, option 3 choice 2”
I had just walked into our bedroom from my dressing room and my husband was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room twirling the big rubber spatula around and around.
“Choice 2?” I stammered; “you’re going to spank me?”
“I am,” he replied. “I am going to paddle your bare behind. You won’t sit comfortably for a day or two when I’m done.”
My thoughts were on the conversation we had earlier this morning. He was unhappy with me because I hadn’t checked the oil level in the car for a couple of weeks but I had implied that I had just the night before. Okay I did more than imply; I said I had. I intended to take care of it first thing this morning but Denny said he would take the kids to his mom who was keeping them over the weekend. I was looking forward to yhis weekend; we were going to a great local resort for a ‘mystery weekend. 2 nights and 3 days there would be plenty of unstructured free time for romantic adventures. We planned to picnic on one of the small islands that dotted the large lake the resort boasted. We take a picnic basket filled with a tasty lunch, some wine and a blanket...I was smiling as I contemplated the sun and the sex...I forgot I planned to drive the kids and check the oil until I heard him come in from the garage.
“Wynn...Wynfryd come down here.”
Oh shit shit shit was running thru my brain. I knew I was in the wrong and desperate to make amends so as to not spoil our getaway. It was the first time we could get away since our daughter was born! And it would be the first time my husband spanked me!

43 views · 15 hours ago

The ‘scold n spank’ (sns) played a role in many of the times I was punished. It was it’s own event tho, separate from the actual punishment. This is because Denny felt the less time between my misbehavior and punishment the greater its effectiveness as a deterrent. It wasn’t always possible to discipline me in a ‘timely’ manner tho as I was never punished when the kids were around or might come around. Also, the sns guarded against the spanking sanction. (More on that in a future blog). When he called me out for being bad he would also say “let’s get to the bottom of this” then pull a chair out. That was my cue to either raise my skirt or pull my pants down then get over his knee. I was allowed to keep my panties on. He would only use his hand. Once I was in place he would ask me questions regarding my misbehavior; to clarify and discover the extent of what I’d done. I was expected to answer immeadiately. If I did not he would repeat the question only that time each word came with its own swat. He said he wasn’t going to give me time to ‘think up’ an excuse or denial. If my response was vague or incomplete I’d get a series of 10 rapid fire spanks and he would re-ask again matching word to swat. Never even tried lying since I knew he would find out which would add to whatever punishment I was facing. He used the time in the sns to decide how he would punish me. At this point he would summarize what he knew editorializing as he did so. All this was intersped with both single and a series of serious spanks. He concluded by telling me the day and nature of my punishment. He rarely gave any spanking specifics beyond ‘paddled’ or ‘whipping’ or ‘a good hard spanking’. He wanted the time between then and the day named to be spent in a nervous dread of anticipation. Once when there were too many days until p-day I was told to spend 1hr on each of the intervening nites fashioning the implement he would use on me! If I didn’t do a good job he would use his belt!

Divine Bitches
90 views · 1 days ago

Okay. The an incoming call pulled me out and I lost what had done. I'd do this in email or a wp app but I cant figure out how to paste it here. Dont know if its my phone or brain that's inadequate. Not going to re-enter again. Suffice it to say I'm 50ish, a widow, 2 adult kids and 3 grandkids. Nearly 25 yrs Denny and I lived a dd lifestyle but we didn't know there was a name for it let alone a community of dd couples.

68 views · 1 days ago

My current request is that I be told to bend over, which I do, and I am given six really hard strokes with the classic size 11 slipper (running shoe?). Its a replay of school so I don't take off my trousers. I am then told to bend over a desk and again six hard strokes but this time with the cane.

And now my trousers and pants come off and its the belt on the bare bottom.

I'm curious. Would I enjoy that. I've been spanked in the past but....

And what comes after 0113.....

103 views · 1 days ago

At seventeen (whoa, this ain't cool!)
Brad done gone sent t' reform school.
'Twas jist three months but, even so,
sure was a bitch t' have t' go.
Brad wuz guilty o' car stealin'.
Red Wing's meant t' give bad feelin'!
The judge? She took him down a rung.
She oftimes dealt with "common" young.
She warned Brad: "You come back here, son,
you're going 'til you're twenty one!"
An' when th' lady judge wuz through,
Brad bawled like bad kids sometimes do!
Brad's chums felt kinda miffed, it seemed,
but when Jill heard Brad's fate, she screamed.
(Jill wuz Brad's sweetheart, fair an' plump,
with comely face an' chubby rump!)
Cuffed in th' sheriff's car, Brad felt
that he'd sure rather git th' belt
than have t' go whar he'd been sent,
but t' Reform School off he went.
There ain't no cause t' wonder why:
that first night, "tough" new inmates cry.
Age thirteen up to twenty one,
unkempt, uncouth....but lotsa fun!
He had t' go down thar an' sweat
in summer's heat, an' you can bet
he loathed it! Daily shuckin' corn,
an' hard farm labour, fresh each morn!
"Lights Out" was each durn night at eight,
bright sunshine streamin' through th' grate.
An' jist a buzzin' window fan
t' cool th' dorm room best it can.
Brad had t' lay thar, roastin' hot,
Man! How he hated what he got!
Brad longed fer Jill. So, what's th' diff?
Thoughts made him horny, thick an' stiff.
Boys git quite ornery, stuck alone:
they're not shy o' the Male Hormone.
See, goin' without babes is meant
as big part o' th' punishment!
Ain't no damn way to scratch their itch
save but t' wank, rub, stroke an' twitch
'neath grubby sheets, dorm black as pitch.
(All Red Wing boys would beat their meat
- o' course - in deep night's squirmin' heat.
It's gotta to be huge secret, though:
Darn kids'll smirk. Darn staff can't know!)
Forthwith, a po' white trash kid dreads
four ugly concrete walls, bunk beds,
steel shackles an' cold iron bars
that each high window mars an' scars!
They hate dull guards, bland grub, harsh toil,
darn crops an' even farmyard soil!
They rue th' sargeant who'll entrap,
an' specially fear brown cowhide strap.
Most curse th' broilin' August heat
that, on th' beach? Would seem quite sweet!
Plus, when ya gotta "pay your debts",
there ain't no pop, no cigarettes.
No flicks. No mags. No ice-cream treat.
No nuthin.' Screw job's 'bout complete.
All records banned. No radio.
No T.V. Shit, time passes slow!
There jist ain't no fun t' be had.
Reform School leaves ya pissed off. BAD!
Brad had t' serve twelve long bleak weeks
an' finally got turned loose. He streaks
into his mom's wide open arms.
Cried: "Piss on them correction farms!"
Reform School wuz a pain fer Brad:
left him defeated, hurt an' mad.
Yet taught him t' respect "JOHN LAW"
jist like it does MOST kids who draw
a sentence down t' Red Wing Town.
(Or t' Sauk Centre -makes gals frown!)
Brad got home, an' Jill's sweet kisses
left no doubt: that's wut he misses
most of all! Brad got his fill
from scrumptious, barefoot, redhead Jill!
All guys an' gals who've been thar know
it ain't some place ya wanna go.
Reform School teens, both gals an' males,
assure you all it's TOUGH AS NAILS!
Gosh, all in all, that's kinda good:
Reform School sucks, but shucks! It SHOULD!

Divine Bitches
188 views · 1 days ago

Dylan watched the events at dinner, knowing the feelings between Janie and Evan. He replayed the spanking Evan had given to Janie, when they thought they were alone, in the guest house. He remembered the adrenaline rush he felt, peeking in from the from the porch window. He knew then, that there was some sexual tension between them. He, now, had confirmation.
He had seen his Uncle going up to Janie's room. She was still crying, from the paddling, Evan had delivered in the bathroom. He wished, he could have seen that punishment too, not because he was attracted to Janie, but because he wanted to learn to spank women.
Growing up, spankings were given in private. The exception was when He and Janie were caught in the woods, drinking with his friends. He'd watched his Dad give Janie a switching, then later an even more serious beating in the office. His father had been even harder on him, that day. Though he was fascinated, he was very distracted by the pain, inflicted by the switch, the belt and paddle. He was also embarrassed that he was made to bare his bottom, to receive that punishment, in front of his cousin. It was that day, that he began wanting to wield the strap, himself. Fortunately, Janie's bad behavior, had afforded him several opportunities to witness her spankings, and another to overhear her, getting the belt. He had dreamed of punishing a girl of his own. Soon, he would have that chance!!
Janie was squirming on her chair, and when prompted by her Daddy, to thank Evan, she resisted. He knew then, his Uncle David had learned about the incident, in the bath. Did she admit to her feelings for Evan? He couldn't tell. Evan didn't say much. He probably was reluctant to say anything, not knowing what David knew. He would have to talk to his uncle, if they were going to move forward. He did hope they would be allowed to court. He liked Evan, for Janie.
By the end of dinner, he knew Janie was in trouble, again. She'd been excused, with a promise of a conversation before bed. That meant another spanking, on her recently paddled bottom. She had it coming, though. He was hoping his uncle would punish her, right in front of everyone, but he didn't.
As dessert ended, David invited Evan into the office. He wished he could listen, but unless they were loud, the heavy office doors, would keep their secrets. He imagined that they would be taking about Janie. What would Evan do? Ask for his Uncle's blessing? What would that mean? His Father said that he would train his intended. Would Evan train Janie, to be his wife and what would that entail? Would he be able to watch that unfold?
His head was swimming with all of these questions, and the thoughts of the Fair. He was expected to serve the members and be punished, at their whim, in front of everybody!! Although it gave him great anxiety, he couldn't help but be excited to watch the other boys be punished. Girls or boys, he could learn alot. What kind of punishment would there be? Probably strappings and paddling, but he felt that it was likely to take place on their bare bottoms. Would they be able to wear clothing or would they be naked and at their mercy?
It had been a long time since he'd been punished now. His skin would be very tender. He thought he should toughen it up. He went up to his room. No one else but Janie was upstairs and she had enough trouble of her own, to worry about.
Maybe he'd practice taking some whacks. He found a ruler in his desk. He checked the hallway. It was all quiet.
He pulled his pants and underwear down. He stood with his back to the mirror. Bending over, sightly, and watching over his shoulder, he slapped the ruler across his bottom. It was awkward, but after a few adjustments, he found a good position. He was strong and agile. His buttocks were well defined. He had to really WHACK them to get any heat. As he spanked himself, he grew hard. He had thought, he never wanted to be hit again, but maybe he just didn't want his father to punish him, anymore.
He kept it up, whacking the ruler up and down his bottom, until it grew very red. He heard footsteps on the stairs. He quickly pulled his pants up, over his stinging, burning fanny. He peaked out the door, and saw his Uncle James enter Janie's room. He'd be going in to spank her!!
He very quietly, crept down the hall, stopping outside the door.
He heard his Uncle talking about Evan. He told Janie, that he'd spoken with Evan and he'd give him the chance to train Janie. If she wanted it to work out, she'd have to learn to be obedient. He said even if she were perfectly behaved, Evan would be spanking her, almost daily. He'd give her exercises, that would be hard for her to accept. If she did well, they'd be allowed to court and marry. She squeeling with delight. She was so happy! They talked quietly, and he couldn't make out the words.
Finally, he heard James tell that her, he was very displeased. He scolded her for misbehaving at dinner and she started to sniffle and whine. She pleaded with him, to wait to punish her, saying her bottom was so sore already.
Dylan had ear to the door, now!
"No, Janie, you mine as well, get used to having your bottom beaten, regularly. Evan will begin training you soon. You're lucky, I'm only going to give you a few dozen licks of my belt. How dare you defy me, in front of the entire dinnertable! Pants down, young lady."
Dylan imagined the belt coming loose of the loops...His uncle, folding it over, and wrapping it around his fist.
"Get across my knee. Look at that naughty bottom! Let's get some cream on it, before we begin."
Dylan rubbed his own sore bottom, as he listened.
"There now, are you ready?"
"Yes, Sir."
Dylan heard every WHACK of the belt and relished every cry, from his cousin.
He rubbed his own hot cheeks and touched his growing stiff penis. Oh, it all felt amazing!
WHACK......"Ow, oh, Daddy!! Pleeese, WHACK....Ow!"
He heard her wailing, and the belt smacking her bare bottom. Closing his eyes, he could see it all, in his head. He hurried, suddenly, away to his own bathroom. His Uncle was almost done and he needed some privacy.
He took the ruler and locked himself in his bathroom. He gave himself a dozen more, harder whacks, as he worked his hand up and down his stiff hard on. He came quickly, and with a long moan of release.
He couldn't wait for the Fair!

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woke up today with a raspy voice..its sexy ass hell... think iam getting a cold... yesterday went good didnt get punished. smiling kept mostly to my self; so i wasnt that bratty;;; today is a different today ...smiling

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KCSpanks Club is holding their first party of the year on Friday, March 17th, which just happens to be St. Patrick's Day. It will be the wearin' o' the pink/red instead of green as bottoms are blistered in celebration.

Only vetted club members can attend, so don't miss out! More information here:


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