About this deal
First was Ryan, 15 strokes with the strap, bent over administered by Debby. I watched as Ryan grabbed the strap and handed it to Debby. He went to the middle of the room and Debby pulled his boxers down. She laid into him hard, he moaned but kept position. While he was getting punished Aunt Kay read us all some of his offences, very personal
Then of course there’s also the difference between what seems appealing as a fantasy, especially in terms of being spanked and embarrassed, as opposed to what the actual experience feels like. That’s why the “Be careful what you wish for” trope is quite common in consensual spanking stories, especially F/M ones.Mrs Pike hadn't seen the kiddies since the split and neither, from what she could gather, had her son. But she had the photographs on the sideboard - except she'd cut Her out with a pair of nail scissors. No, I guess you were trying to be nice, to make pleasant conversation. But I didn’t like being grounded for those reasons.” Good. I'll expect you at 8am sharp." She raised her eyebrows slightly, indicating that she expected a reply in the affirmative. You do realise that it will be very, very, painful," she said sincerely, leaving him in no doubt that she meant it, "I intend to cane you very hard, Thomas, very hard."
She stood, then walked up to stand behind him, then gently traced a finger across the lattice of angry weals that covered his bottom.Early in January, Gretchen got a high temperature. The dog's nose was hot and dry. Each breath seemed more snatched and uncertain. She'd not touched a drop of anything for two days when Mrs Pike wrapped her in a mohair blanket and took her to the vet. Who said he was very sorry, but the kindest thing was to let her go."Let her go?" Mrs Pike repeated numbly. I received nightly spankings for more than a week. I just came home, stripped, placed the spoon on the coffee table and waited for Debbie to come home. The change in her was amazing, Elaine had gone on vacation so there was no one to talk to, but Debbie’s mood was fantastic. She was light, funny telling jokes and couldn’t keep her hands off me. I knew I was doing my part in our relationship by giving Debbie the means to vent her frustration. Late Sunday night the phone rang, it was Elaine calling the minute she got home from vacation to find out the latest from the office. I could only hear Debbie’s part of the conversation-“oh, nothing has changed at all….. really, I sound different…well yeah I know what it is…. my husband let’s me vent all my anger….