Spanksgiving: A Collection of Erotic Spanking Stories

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My sister was in the room with Aunt Janet. Shannon was displaced to a sleeping bag in the living room. She didn't complain, as this meant she would get to stay up longer. Yes, sir,” she replied. She stood anxiously for a moment before she awkwardly bent and lowered herself over his knees. She hung across his legs in a most undignified way and presented him with her bottom. She felt her face flush with embarrassment. Layla was too busy to think about the odd meeting with Mr Larson until she arrived home after two in the morning. She was exhausted again, but she could not sleep. She wasn’t aroused this time. She was annoyed. Mr Larson had tried to bully her. He tried to make her buy him a drink because she was rude! He was the judgemental one. He was just a bully. He had taken advantage of her. She felt stupid that she had let him spank her. She was so shy and gullible, he must have known he could get her to agree. Get her to submit to him. Mr Larson smiled hungrily and pulled her over his knee. After warming her skin with his hand he began to beat her with the sandal. Layla moaned as her bottom burned. Taking both dice with shaking fingers, she clutched them in her clammy fist, her eyes imploring him to determine her fate. She trusted his decisions.

The first spank was light, not at all painful, yet there was an abruptness to it that surprised her. She felt her body lurch forward, her toes slipping from where they had been pressed into the hardwood floor. Her entire body had been tensed in anticipation of what was about to happen, and she hadn’t even realized it. No,” she snapped. “I tried to set up my own business when I left university, but it failed. I’m probably stupid and naïve and not as great at business as you are, but I tried. I don’t appreciate being judged.” Mr Larson noticed her glistening thighs and reached his fingers to touch her. Layla bit her lip at the pressure of his fingers against her swollen clit. We were in bed, still in those heady, lust-filled days of a new relationship. I really liked her, suspected that I might even love her, which meant I had to tell her the truth about myself. She sat up to listen, and I trailed my fingers over her thigh, eyes down, nervous as a teenager. I was 30 years old and for the first time in my life I was going to tell a girlfriend that I wanted to spank her. No, not wanted to, needed to. And I knew that telling her might mean the immediate death of our relationship, but I also knew we'd never be perfect together unless I looked into her pretty blue eyes and told this sweet, innocent, beautiful woman that I had a spanking fetish. More: Insane date story involving poop will make your bad dates seem amazing 4. An unfortunate accident

He made her stand and grasp the desk chair arms as he beat her. She had to tense her body to stop the chair from moving. She gasped and moaned from every stroke, but it felt so satisfying. Good girl,” he murmured with excitement. “My good obedient girl. Do you want me to use these things on you?”

I will pay you of course. We are going to a fine dining restaurant. Do you have something appropriate to wear?” A woman experienced with corporal punishment discovers _real_ discipline when her new boyfriend puts her over his knee. (1,439 words.) If your mother says you have to, then you have to," he cut me off. "You know better than to try and use us against each other." When we entered the room, there was a large double bed for my parents, and a......I couldn't believe it! A white CRIB, covered with pink bunnies and of course, pink nursery printed sheets.A Flexible Bedtime Application Form: Dec 2020. Not a story, but an administrative procedure… Can you believe my request was denied?!