Mrs. Karen Grant, Kayla, and the Bathbrush, Part IIMrs. Grant went out and bought a bathbrushafter I
Mrs. Karen Grant, Kayla, and the Bathbrush, Part IIMrs. Grant went out and bought a bathbrushafter I had very foolishly complainedthat her spankings didn’t have me ‘crying like a baby’. The first trial was pretty spectacular anddefinitely put that complaint to rest. Iwaited five days and asked for a second one (I’d been rude to her twice) – thatone wasn’t as bad but it was still very bad. The only drawback was that she wasn’t willingto spank me again for two weeks. (I am terrible- I fantasized about all sort of awful alternative punishments that I nevermentioned and never will!)Today’s plan is a little different. Twenty-four smacks to my ‘spank spots’ –where I sit – and six to my ‘sweet spot’ – right between my ‘spank spots’. I don’t need my panties off for these, shetells me. Corner to ‘frame my apology’(and, I suspect, mostly give me time to recover) and then the same again.“Hopefully this won’t make you forget yourapology because you don’t want to have to make another trip,” she says, and Iam convinced, absolutely.Brief, tearful apology, then over her knee,when my panties (now soaked (even more than now), doubtless, but not mentioned(I hope)) come down and she ‘sees what I need’ – probably a long spanking withsomething she considers harmless, like her slipper. After my last spanking she was wondering aloudhow long she could sustain my crying over her knee. I’m pretty sure that’s up to her, not me, butI have a (gut-wrenching) feeling that we’re going to find out. -- source link