Mary is experiencing a little anxiety, John,” Sue said, “and we think you can help. Your divorce is final in a few months, and Mary is concerned it not get derailed.” Over and over the cane came down on my poor butt and upper thighs. I was now wailing and crying out the count, my crying and sobbing so pathetic that by the 14th stroke I was ready to barter anything to avoid the last. The fifteenth stroke was piercing and I felt my skin break. Step forward." I hesitantly stepped into the middle of the room and the first bailiff followed me until I was standing directly in front of the mount. Now and then, Mary would get depressed about the passing years and having to start over, but when that happened, Mary’s lifelong friend, Sue, would be there to support her. We saw a lot of Sue, those days.

I held the green traffic citation in my hand and stood nervously in front of the Disciplinary Justice Building. I should have just taken the punishment on the side of the road when the officer who stopped me offered. He wasn't being leacherous...in fact, he was quite sincere, when he said that I might appreciate just getting it over with; ten strokes on the side of the road in stead of 15 here. But I was too proud to bend over the patrolman's car with traffic driving by and take my punishment for going 10 over the speed limit. He did caution me though if I chose to challenge or mitigate my punishment. If I lost the punishment was doubled. If you use canonical metadata, please use the ProPublica URL. For more information about canonical metadata, refer to this Google SEO link. I completely lost it, this scenario was completely insane, and every fetish button I knew I'd had and some I didn't had been pushed. A final chocolate pie hit me right between the eyes, and I came in great shudders and cries. I'm sure I spurted out enormous amounts of come, though I'm not sure that would have been obvious given what I was sitting in in my trash bag. The Davenports departed, well nourished and infused with confidence. She relayed her private conversation with Mrs. Davenport to Mark.

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This metallic animal was hollow on the inside and had a door on the side of its body through which a person could be placed in the beast. Once the victim was shut in the Brazen Bull, a fire would be lit under its belly. This would heat the device, turning it into an oven and roasting the victim within it. Rising, pumped full of respect, she said, "I'm sorry. I'll be an absolute delight tonight. Thank you for strapping me. I'm sorry you needed to. Thank you for only using our discipline strap."

They grew in intensity with each slow step until they paused behind her. Sara’s breath caught as she felt Jacob’s hands wrap around her torso. His rough fingers grasped the waistline of her jeans and turned her around to face him. The universe offered up a shrouded windfall on Golders Green in the form of a plump, leather wallet—engorged with sausage and mash, and a fantail of colourful credit cards. Now in Bree’s case this is not needed very often. However, some of you certainly have earned this. So what does that mean? Torture? Bondage? Having to listen to Kenny G? OK, that last one is too Desade, even for me…In our state, there’s a waiting period of six months after filing for a Mutual Consent Divorce, and neither Mary nor I was in a hurry for me to move out of our house. So, during the waiting period, I moved my things to the larger of our two spare bedrooms. Mary was okay with that. Though no longer intimate, we were still sweethearts. My intent was to find a place closer to where I worked I could move into when the divorce was final. I thought it would be great to ride my bike to the office, or even walk on nice days. I just hadn’t taken the time to do any serious looking. In retrospect, I should have hired someone to do the looking for me. His conviction carried to her ears, and she smiled from her heart. Her small soft hand, firm in his grasp, he pointed at the signature of her naked curves imprinted on their soaring glass. «Beginning Thank you for your interest in republishing this story. You are are free to republish it so long as you do the following: You were magnificent tonight," he said. "But I must paddle you. You filled my mental space with unnecessary angst while I prepared for this dinner." Well what to write about? Sometimes it’s hard to think of something that may be of interest but today I want to talk about levels of punishment. I knew that would get your attention my lovelies. OK we have talked about maintenance reminders, brat punishments, etc. But not really about when severity is needed.

When she finally heard one of her boy cousin’s gasp she opened her eyes and realized she was standing right in front of him dancing lewdly and showing him her neatly trimmed front. He was about 12 and had never seen a naked woman up close, so his education took a big leap that day. I got in the shower and washed myself down, then used a razor to denude my genitals. I felt a little weird doing it, but I figured the hair would grow out by the end of the waiting period, and it might be more comfortable hairless while I wore the cage. If I’m going to do this, I told myself, I might as well get the full experience. And yes, that did seem weird, and it looked surprisingly strange as well. I’ve not been without pubic hair since I was eleven. Things had grown some since then, and they really stood out with no bush to hide behind. The ‘logic’ was that since witches spurned the sacrament of Baptism, the water would reject their body, causing them to float. On the other hand, if a person sank, then their innocence was proven. The accused would normally have a rope tied around their waist so that they could be pulled up if they sank. She pressed her bare feet onto the floor to keep still. She needed her hurt to atone. The paddle punched blazing pain, meeting honest repentance. She panted, determined to respect her punishment.

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I changed out of my work clothes, put on a robe and walked across the hall to the bathroom I’m using. I pulled out all the pieces and laid them on the counter. The way they fit together, I could see a couple places that looked likely to snag a hair or two. No, Sir.”The dull scratch of a chair filled the room. Heavy footsteps vibrated through the floorboards. She’s had enough Peter,” Jenny says, standing to place a hand on his shoulder. “We’ve agreed that this is the best thing for you right now.” Stacy’s spankings were always long and hard, for her parents were thorough and strict, but this one took the cake. Her mother plum wore out that board on her ass, paddling her steadily for nearly 15 minutes. She only paused a few times to test the temperature of her daughter’s butt with her hand, deciding it could use more and continuing with the hard wallops.

No blame on the family at all—tons of love there, full support, although they always seemed to point a finger at themselves every time I did a dirty. Most good parents would. Gotta love ‘em. 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.

Shhh. Come now... serve lunch," and I followed, her obedient maid. We entered the kitchen, and then I realized what I'd been wondering: how'd she get the dress polished so well? The answer practically preceded the question, because seated at the table were two of her best friends from our kink group, one in a white vinyl catsuit and the other in a transparent latex dress. Their outfits gleamed as they grinned at me. They'd seen me like this once or twice before, but that didn't stop the blush from intensifying, and it certainly did nothing to suppress my other natural physical reactions to all this shiny loveliness before me. You can’t edit our material, except to reflect relative changes in time, location and editorial style. (For example, “yesterday” can be changed to “last week,” and “Portland, Ore.” to “Portland” or “here.”)