lurkingcol:Someone’s spankings just moved from erotic to disciplinary…Mrs. Karen Grant, Kayla, and t
lurkingcol:Someone’s spankings just moved from erotic to disciplinary…Mrs. Karen Grant, Kayla, and the Bathbrush, Part IDid I say ‘cry like a baby’? I probably did… I have this fantasy – morethan a fantasy, this obsession… ofbeing subject to strict, caring but verystrict discipline – hard, effective, real spankings, consensual non-consent…I got Karen going on putting me over her knee,but she’s only been willing to go ‘so far’ (so far)… she asked and I was honestwith her, though undoubtedly foolish – we were working our way up, I shouldhave been patient. But she apparentlytoo my criticism to heart and who could blame her… or even if she just saw itas a challenge… understandable and – for me – regrettable…“Well, Kayla,” she told me, “Since your lastspanking was apparently useless,” (ohGod, did I say that, too?) “We’re going to try again. Take off those pants – and (sigh) panties,too (apparently I’ve made her specify a bit too often) and go stand in thecorner. That’s right, for this spanking,you’re going to start in thecorner.” (Probably because she’s stillconcerned that my bottom’s got marks from yesterday’s ‘useless’ spanking, whichit definitely doesn’t.) “Consider your rudeness for a few minutes –and assume you have not received swat one for it. Soon – sooner than you’d like, I’m betting,though you may not realize it yet – we’ll deal with your rudeness fromyesterday and see if we can’t be a little more effective.”“My rudeness before I was spanked, orafter?” Geez, mouth, shut up! This is exactly why I’m in so much trouble! (On the plus side, I was almost out of mypanties and undies.)“After?” she asked, sounding quite annoyed.“Um… I just meant… you know… when I criticizedthe, um, spanking you had just…”“Oh. That.” Yep, annoyed. “I think you’ll find that both will be well-taken-care of.”“Yes, ma’am,” I mumbled, headed toward mycorner. Cowed, yes, but my arousal washeaded into orbit. Embarrassed anddeserving always do that, together or separately.“If you find that it isn’t,” she growled at my back, “Just let me know and I’ll see whatcan be done.”“Politely,” I said softly, feeling like I wasgoing to wet myself.“What?!?”“I just said, ‘Politely’ – if I have to, I’lltry to ask politely.” Tears were alreadypricking at my eyes – it wasn’t going to be hard for her to have me ‘cryinglike a baby’.“Yes. That would be wise.”See? I’m learning already! I said, but only tomyself. -- source link
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