Spanked By Her Best Friend – P2

Posted by admin - October 3rd, 2020

That night, after we’d sealed our intimate bargain with a long, deep kiss, he maneuvered me into his bedroom, pushed me back onto his bed and slowly – giving me every opportunity to call it off or just cry scared, which would have been no lie – folded my skirt up onto my tummy. My lacy bikini panties were carefully removed and dropped to the floor while a possessive hand tapped my thighs apart. A strong male finger flicked between my naked folds for just the barest of seconds – coming away quite drenched with welcome juice, I was sure, as the conversation about expectations and rules had been more than enough for my body to begin to overflow and dribble onto my panties – before a hot, wet mouth claimed my already perked and aching clit. I arched and bucked, but he rode me out, never missing a beat of rubbing his broad, insistent tongue over that pulsing spot.

A shamefully scant few minutes later, John had brought me to such a crashing high that I couldn’t form a coherent sentence . . . my eyes were out of focus and there was a buzzing in my ears. I had come so hard my teeth were tingling from lack of oxygen, and the fingertips I dragged lazily down his broad back as he settled into me for the first time were dark-tipped and slightly numb.

But my pussy certainly wasn’t numb as it fought the need to yield to him in its acutely sensitive state. John caught my eye and penetrated me fully in one quick thrust, bringing us closer than we had ever been physically – and for me, I knew, emotionally and spiritually. “Finally,” I heard him groan. It seemed to slip out of him sharply, almost reluctantly, as he began to move within me.

As he took me for the first time, our eyes remained locked together, and John repeated just one word over and over. “Mine.”

Now, lying over a hubby in the middle of our big bed, my butt hanging out there as if I was offering myself up to that God-awful, intrinsically evil strip of rubber, I had been his for nearly five years. Five stingingly blissful years of being almost embarrasingly indulged and spoiled and scrupulously looked after, as well as blistered black and blue on more than an occasional, completely consistent basis – but always, always with love. Never, ever in those over eighteen hundred sometimes very hard, sometimes very easy days had I ever felt anything less than completely loved and adored.

Even at moments like this, when the count was only a quarter of the way through the hundred lashes he’d promised . . . and would – with no doubt at all – end up delivering to my quivering hind end.

“A- a h-hunnerd,” I trembled back at him, broken voice wavering badly.

Without another word, he stepped back into place to one side of me, drawing back the fish-tailed strap and letting it fly.

As the next in what was to become a long series of screams was torn violently from my throat, I knew that all would be right with my world as long as this man loved me.

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Marie-Louise Spanked For Crashing – P4

Posted by admin - September 15th, 2020

Marie-Louise bent over and placed her hands on the seat of the chair. John wrapped his arm around her middle. Despite the fact that he was using his belt, he never wanted his girl to feel that he was far from her. He wanted her to feel his touch, so that she would not feel abandoned.

John raised the belt and brought it down across her bottom. It covered both cheeks with a loud CRACK and she jumped. His arm held her in place. He chose a slow steady rhythm and brought the belt down on her bottom and sit-spot until Marie-Louise was bawling. He dropped the belt to the floor, stood her upright and lowered her underpants. John sat down in the chair, pulled Marie-Louise across his lap and finished with his hand.

“You SPANK are my SPANK girl SPANK. You matter SPANK to me SPANK SPANK. You are important SPANK SPANK, you do not SPANK need to hurt yourself SPANK SPANK, you do not SPANK need to test SPANK my SPANK love SPANK. No matter SPANK how big SPANK you think SPANK you may be SPANK SPANK, you are always SPANK small enough to be SPANK in this SPANK position. SPANK. Do you understand me SPANK SPANK?”

Marie-Louise was barely able to answer. “yessirrrrrrrr.”

John continued to slowly spank Marie-Louise until her sobbing had her feeling like the little girl that he knew she needed to be at the moment.

Marie-Louise cried. All of her feelings of insecurity, all of her fears about growing up, all of her years of not knowing what it was to truly be loved poured out of her. She had been holding it in for so long that she didn’t know it was possible for it to come out, but he had helped her bring them out. Her Honey. Her Honey had found a way to get through the stubbornness and find the slutty but obedient girl. Her Honey knew what she needed and he helped her grow. Her Honey.

As she lay across his lap, years of tears and frustration came pouring out. She had not noticed when he stopped spanking her, she only knew that for the first time in her life, she truly felt safe. A small smile came to her lips, because she knew that she was home.

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Spanked By Her Best Friend – P1

Posted by admin - September 1st, 2020

“Noooooooo mooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrreeee pllllleeeeaaaassseeee!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, absolutely certain that I was going to have no voice at all tomorrow.

He stopped and looked at me with those dark gray eyes, the rest of him all thoughtful and boyish, almost benign in faded jeans and a plain black t-shirt . . . except for the wicked rubber strap in his hand. “How many strokes did I say I was going to give you when we started this, sweetie?” came the inevitable, deep velvet question.

I was panting, no longer able to draw a full breath – shuddering and crying and shaking and wishing – beyond anything else at that particular moment in my life – that he would relent from what he had said . . . just this once.

But I should have known better. John did not hand out punishments lightly, and thus his punishments were pretty heavy. When I agreed to belong to him – in a surprisingly casual exchange that he somehow turned into an impromptu cermony involving a certain amount of a good white wine and him claiming every inch of my body, mind, and soul as his to care for and protect (even from myself) – I knew that it would be forever, with or without the mumbled words of a cleric or civil servant.

And I knew that it would often be very hard to accept exactly what belonging to him meant, elementally, to each of us.

To me, it meant that I gifted him with my obedience. I don’t follow anyone blindly – even him – and I don’t give myself easily, and John knows that. But when it comes down to it, my take on things is not always the most pragmatic or practical, and I have never known him to set a rule that I considered to be frivilous or spiteful.

To John, it meant that he could indulge himself sexually with me in any way he preferred – but always with an eye to me and my well-being, of course – even when he was waling the tar out of me. He assumed the mantle of responsibility for me and to me as if he had been born to it, peeping into all areas of my life, but choosing his targets with a wisdom I had come to have a great respect for, even prior to our arrangement.

John had been my hovering best friend since before high school – always mature beyond his years while I seemed stuck at adolescence, and sometimes much, much younger. He’d always been there for me – often rolling his eyes at my antics or quietly restraining multiple rounds of “I told you so’s” – through innumerable illnesses and boyfriends and two deadbeat husbands.

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Marie-Louise Spanked For Crashing – P3

Posted by admin - August 15th, 2020

John put the brush down and continued with his hand. “You SPANK know SPANK perfectly SPANK well SPANK that SPANK ‘I don’t know’ SPANK SPANK is not SPANK an acceptable SPANK answer SPANK SPANK SPANK. Try again. SPANK SPANK”

“I don’t remember the question honey.”

“Why did you ignore the stop sign young lady?”

Marie-Louise thought for a moment. She knew that there was no right answer to this question. She knew that no matter what she said, it would be lame. So, she resigned herself to the truth, knowing that at least she wouldn’t get soap for lying. “I…I…I guess I just didn’t feel like obeying the laws Honey.”

John picked up the wooden spoon. “Well, THWACK I imagine THWACK that by THWACK the time THWACK we are finished THWACK young lady THWACK THWACK, you will THWACK most certainly THWACK feel like THWACK obeying THWACK THWACK the laws THWACK THWACK THWACK.”

“Oooowwwwwwwwwwww babe…. it hurtssssssssssssss.”

“Good. It’s supposed to hurt young lady. And will keep on hurting until you have learned this lesson. Do I make myself clear?”

“YesssssssssssSirrrrrrrrrrrrr.”

Marie-Louise was kicking her legs and grabbing onto the chair for dear life. Her backside was on fire, and she just wanted to find a way out of this position. She squirmed and wiggled and tried with all her might to slip away, but John kept a firm grip around her middle. In fact, the more she struggled, the more she slid forward, making an easier target of her upper thighs. John let loose with a peppering to her thighs, and Marie-Louise could not contain herself.

“Nooooooooooooo Papaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I’m sorrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”

John gave his little girl a few more swats to each side before standing her up.

“Go to the corner, and DO NOT think about rubbing that bottom of yours little girl.”

Marie-Louise turned and nearly collapsed into the corner. She stood crying for several minutes when a realization came to mind. She still had her underpants on. She had convinced herself that it was over, that her Honey was going to hug her and tell her she was forgiven, and the slate was clean, but this thought quickly chased those ideas from her head. “He never gives a spanking without me losing my underpants.” she thought to herself. This made Marie-Louise cry even harder.

John watched his little girl stand in the corner. He hated what had to happen, but he knew that he needed to make a lasting impression with this chat. His daughter was so lucky that no one had been hurt, that the only damage had been to the cars. He wanted her to know that he loved her, and the he worried about her, and that he cared about what happened to her.

“Marie-Louise, come here.”

She went to father and was puzzled when he sat her upon his lap.

“Opus, I want you to listen to me. I want you to understand how important you are to me. How much I would hurt if something happened to you. It is important that you realize that I am not giving you a spanking just to spank you. You broke a law, you got two tickets, and you caused a car accident. For that you are forgiven.”

Marie-Louise looked at her father not sure if he meant that the spanking was over or if it was just beginning.

“I think that you have learned that the rules are in place to protect you, right honey?”

“Yessir.”

“But, I am not sure that you understand what you mean to me. I worry about you, I love you, and I never want to see you hurt. I may allow you to make mistakes, but your physical safety is not something I am willing to allow you to risk. Does that make sense Opus?”

“Yessir.”

“And that is why your spanking is not over. You are my little girl, and you are going to learn that you matter- not just to me, but to your mother, and to yourself. I am not going to sit back and watch you hurt yourself, because I love you too much.”

That said, John put his little girl on her feet. He stood up as well and slowly and deliberately took off his belt. Marie-Louise watched the belt slide from around his waist and didn’t know what to think. All she knew was that Honey had never used his belt before. In her mind, she knew that he meant serious business and went over everything he had just said to her. She knew that he wanted to make this impression, and she didn’t want to forget his words. Marie-Louise began to cry softly as she realized just how much her Honey loved her. She realized that she meant something to him and that he really did care about her.

John looked at Marie-Louise. “Put your hands on the chair.”

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Maria Spanked in Belgium

Posted by admin - August 3rd, 2020

Being in Belgium was really great, but I got so stressed from my trip and responsibilities with the summer program, that I over-bratted Maria to try and let go of some steam. The first thing I learned from my discussion with Henry is that there has to be a better way to relieve stress then being rude and disrespectful. I could have asked Maria for permission to be a brat and told her why I was feeling stressed, I could have gotten help and found more productive ways to deal with my environment. Since I decided to make a bad decision and just brat Maria really bad and use swear words that I knew she wouldn’t like, I had no choice but to face the music and pay the price. She asked Henry to please handle things for her, and he most certainly did.

Henry came to the office on a Saturday morning, about 45 minutes earlier than I expected him. He brought a bag and we called Maria. We talked about my attitude and my language, and then he told me to stand up and bend over with my hands on the couch. He didn’t take my pants down yet, but he gave me a warm up with the belt. That got me thinking that I had made some bad choices, and was already regretting the attitude. After the warm up, he sent me to the wall (since a corner was not available) and had me stand there while he talked to Maria. I don’t know for sure all the things they talked about, but I do remember him telling her that he had a belt, a paint stirrer, a leather sole, a ping pong paddle and a wooden spatula. I felt my belly go down to my feet and wondered if I could just say sorry and let it all be over. The next thing I knew, he was unfastening my pants and taking them down. I hate that feeling. I cant remember the order that things were done, but what came next was the start of a very long day.

I was bent over the couch with my undies still on and Henry used the other learning tools that he brought with him. Maria was on the phone hearing all of this, including the tears and yelps. I don’t know what hurt the most, but everything he used hurt a lot, and definitely made an impression. After a short, very short, time, my undies came down and I went over his lap. He used his hand, the belt and the sole. I have no idea how many swats I got or how long I was there, but it seemed like forever and when he stood me up and put me at the wall again, I was bawling. I talked to Maria on the phone about how I was going to try and remember to make better decisions, and she talked to me until I calmed down. I was hopeful that this was the end, but it was not.

After a brief intermission (brought on by my co-worker showing up unexpectedly), we hung up with her and Henry asked me if I could handle more. I told him yes, because I needed to test some limits, which is something I had not done in a long time. At this point, I received the 280 I had coming to me for the swear words that came out of my mouth. Henry had me count all of them; some aloud, some in my head, and some that I had to count and ask for the next. That was not an easy thing to do. He used all of his learning incentives on my behind, including the tawse, and raised bruises and blisters on my bottom, sit spot, and especially the crease of my leg/bottom meeting area. After the 280, it was back to the wall.

Henry and I talked about what I need to do in order to make better decisions, and I said that what I needed the most is to remember is to take control of my brain and not let my brain take control of me. The problem is that I said it with an attitude, because I was getting angry with myself, and the attitude that seeped into my answer granted me 10 more with the paint stirrer. So, right at the wall, I bent over and got 10 more, repeated my answer without an attitude, and was brought back to the couch for 2 more minutes of an OTK hand spanking.

So, what did I learn from all of this? First I learned that bratting is not the best solution to dealing with life. You need other outlets, with a little bratting for fun (with permission). Plus, even if you are bratting, there is a big difference between playing around and being outright disrespectful. What I did to Maria that day was just rude and disrespectful, and she did not deserve that. My actions toward her were mean and hurtful, and I am still very sorry for having behaved that way. I also learned that I do need to be more in control of myself, and stop using my ADHD as an excuse for acting out. I know that there are truly days when my ADHD might be off the wall, and when that happens, more can slide in my behavior. As long as it happens once in a great while, and I don’t try to use that excuse everyday. ADHD is not who I am. It is not the only part of me. It is a very small part of my total person, and I need to stop giving it so much power and control in my life. Once I start doing this, I will be able to better handle life, the stresses in life, and myself.

After that day, my main goal is to start working on learning how to control my brain and not let my brain control me. Now, what did I really learn???? That Henry spanks a whole lot harder than Maria…….

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Marie-Louise Spanked For Crashing – P2

Posted by admin - July 15th, 2020

With that, John lifted his hand and brought down a flurry of smacks on her jean-covered backside. Marie-Louise closed her eyes, tensed and tried not to squirm, but she knew that by the time her father was finished, she would be kicking and crying and pleading for him to stop. John stopped for a moment, and Marie-Louise exhaled. She felt his weight adjust underneath her, and knew he was reaching for something. She opened her eyes in time to see him pick up her hairbrush. She let out a moan.

“No Honey, not the brush.”

“Would you prefer the paddle little girl?”

“N-no sir.”

THWACK! The hairbrush landed hard right on the center of her bottom. Marie-Louise let out a yelp. Back and forth from cheek to cheek John peppered his little girl’s backside until she was squirming. With that, he gave her a final SWAT with his hand.

“Stand up.”

Marie-Louise pushed herself up and did her best not to rub. John reached for the waist of her jeans, and had them unbuttoned and down to her knees before she could even think to protest. He took her wrist and again pulled her across his lap.

“You, little girl, are going to learn that rules and laws are meant to be obeyed.”

“But Honey, I know that….I just forgot…”

“Well, then hopefully this will help you remember.”

John placed the brush on her backside, and Marie-Louise clenched her cheeks together. He raised the brush and brought it down on her sit-spot. Marie-Louise inhaled sharply through clenched teeth. She tried to count the spanks, certain that if she could just keep count she could imagine the end of this flurry, and somehow she would survive it.

“I asked you a question, and I expect an answer.”

Marie-Louise was startled back to reality. “I, uhm, I don’t know.” She weakly replied, hoping that her answer would somehow satisfy the question.

John put the brush down and continued with his hand. “You SPANK know SPANK perfectly SPANK well SPANK that SPANK ‘I don’t know’ SPANK SPANK is not SPANK an acceptable SPANK answer SPANK SPANK SPANK. Try again. SPANK SPANK”

“I don’t remember the question Papaaaaa.”

Darias Birthday Spanking

Posted by admin - July 1st, 2020

Daria was turning thirty; today was a special day. She spent the night before playing, knowing she had a party to attend this evening.

The curly hair brunette set out her clothes a blue satin dress something, which she knew would match her tan complexion very well.
Time was nearing for the party when it finally arrived she was greeted by her friends and her family. Her sister had brought along a few of her own friends intent on “Setting her up”. That didn’t really go over to well with Daria who smiled nicely at the guys her sister had dragged along.

After the cake and the gifts, the young damsel decided she’d take a walk in the garden to her surprise a stranger met her under an orange blossom tree on a bench. He had not been among the guests – or at least Daria didn’t recall him there. She would have remembered. His striking predatory features and the well-trimmed goatee would have stuck in her mind.
She went to ask his name, but instead, he placed a finger to her lips. Shaking her head he said: “Now Miss Dariahave you been a good girl?”
She found herself blushing, but a grin crossed her face.


“Young lady I asked you something.” Demanded the stranger.


Daria smiled, playing would make her feel good. “No sir I’ve been very naughty.” She purred.


“Perhaps the birthday girl needs a spanking?”


Though he made it a question the stranger didn’t allow Dariaany options. With one swift action, he pulled her over his knee. Slowly he lifted the hem of her satin dress finding underneath silky emerald green panties.
Smack! He landed one test swat it produced an “Ouch”, but also a giggle from Daria. “Now thirty swats” said the stranger. “Perhaps this might be to much?”

“No sir – I’ve been a very naughty girl.” She looked up over her shoulder batting her eyelashes at him with a smile.

Not saying another word the stranger began the spanking, soft at first but then building harder. After ten whacks he paused and reached for the elastic of Daria’s panties pulling them down to her ankles. Her ass was already the color of an apple. “Now how does that feel?” he asked.

“Oh it stings.” She purred.

“Okay then.” Said the stranger continuing the spanking pleased by the little yelps and cries he was causing.

After her thirty swats the stranger stood Dariaup and hugged her. Nibbling on her ear he whispered. “Happy birthday love.” Daria smiled and kissed him back warm all over.

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Marie-Louise Spanked For Crashing – P1

Posted by admin - June 15th, 2020

“Honey?”

“Yeah hon?”

“I have to tell you something, but well…” Marie-Louise paused and stared at the floor.

John leaned back in his chair, folded his hands in his lap, looked at her and said “what is it honey?”

John let out a long sigh and waited. His gaze never left his daughter’s face despite the fact that she could not look at him. Marie-Louise stared at the floor and fidgeted with the end of her shirt, a surefire sign that whatever she was about to say is something that she feared she would be in trouble for. After a few moments, Marie-Louise reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a ticket.

Marie-Louise’s next words were whispered. “I, uhm, I got a ticket today Honey.”

John looked from the ticket to her face as a sigh of exasperation escaped from his lips. “What is this one for young lady?”

Marie-Louise swallowed and held out the ticket to him. “Not stopping at the stop sign Honey.” She continued to stare at the floor. They had chatted about this before, not once but twice, and Marie-Louise knew that this chat was going to be bad. Not just because it was a third time, but because of what else she had to tell him.

John took the ticket from her trembling hand, and watched the tears slide down her cheeks. “There is more you have to tell me, isn’t there?”

Marie-Louise slowly nodded. “Yessir.”

John tilted his desk chair back and waited. “I’m waiting young lady.”

It was all she could do not to run away, but Marie-Louise knew that running would only make things worse. Besides, she was not scared of her Honey. She was only afraid of the spanking she knew she was in for. She took a deep breath and as fast as she could said “I went through the sign and there was another car coming and the driver had to slam on his brakes which made the other car rear end him, and then the police officer gave me a second ticket for reckless driving cause I caused them to have the accident.” It did not go unnoticed that with each word Marie-Louise had inched backwards.

“Come here.”

Marie-Louise slowly moved toward her father and dug the second ticket out of her pocket and handed it to him. He took the paper from her, and set both tickets down on his desk. He looked at her with set lips and a hard stare coming from his eyes. “Go stand in the corner young lady. I will be out shortly.”
Without argument, Marie-Louise turned and walked to the living room. She knew better than to argue with her father. Arguing only made things worse, and she was in no way wanting to make things any worse than they were. She stood and stared at the white walls that formed the corner of the living room for what seemed an eternity. She heard movement behind her, but knew better than to turn around and try to see what was happening. After awhile, she heard him call to her.

“Marie-Louise Michelle, come here.”

Marie-Louise turned from the corner to see her father seated in the straight backed chair set in the middle of the living room. She walked over to her father with her belly doing flip-flops. He firmly took hold of her wrist and pulled his little girl across his lap. John planned to make sure that this young lady had no intentions of repeating this behavior again. She would know that he meant business, that he was not playing games.

“You, young lady, have had two chats about not stopping at that sign, true?”

“Yessir.”

“And what have discussed about stopping at stop signs?”

“That I need to stop cause they are put there for everyone’s safety, an that by not obeying the law, someone could get hurt.”

“And what happened today?”

Marie-Louise sighed. “People almost got hurt.”

Barn Whipping

Posted by admin - June 3rd, 2020

The husband walked to the doorway, he grabbed the strap that hung there. I could feel the tears welling up in the corners of my eyes. Another night I was out too late, another trip to the barn with my Husband. He folded the belt in half and carried it in his right hand, he waited for me to walk out first. The night hair was cold I could see the steam from every petrified breath I took. I had a whipping earlier week so I knew Husband would be even more upset that we had to make another trip to the barn so soon. The barn set back away from the house 100 yards or so but it seemed like miles. I could hear every one of Husband’s footsteps behind me. He never said anything on the way to the barn. It was only in the barn where we were ever punished. Because if you were in trouble there was no other punishment. We knew how mad Husband was by how many strikes we got. And tonight I knew I was going to regret spending the extra time with Tommy.

Walking into the barn was scary, not because of the darkness or the creaking noises the barn made when the wind blew. This is how its always been my Husband got his whippings from Father’s Father in this barn when he was 18. Fathers Father never wanted Grandmother to know how bad he whipped his boys so he made sure he was far enough that the sound of their cries would not travel. Fathers Father has only whipped me one time, and it really made me grateful that my Husband was more compassionate about my cries. It’s always better after a whipping tho, the board get erased and there is a sort of relief that comes with the strap. And I knew Husband would walk by my side to the house rather than behind me. And he would wipe my tears before we went back into the house.

“Maria”. My Husband’s voice was stern. “Yes Sir”? In times like this I always called Husband Sir he always seemed to appreciate the respect and it showed when the strap was swung. “I do believe this is our second trip this week”. “Yes, Sir it is”. “I’m disappointed in you, I guess the last trip didn’t get the point across”. The husband never raised his voice it was always calm it made my heart sink to hear that he was disappointed in me. The tears started streaming down my face “I’m so sorry Husband, I didn’t realize what time it was” I ran to Husband and put my arms around his waist “I didn’t mean to disappoint you Sir” the tears were flowing so hard as I spoke I could taste the saltiness as they fell into my mouth. Husband placed his hand on my shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze, he knew I was sorry and I knew all would be right…….after.

I released my grip on my Husband I turned and walked to the back wall. I put my hands against the wall. I could hear my husband walking towards me and the click of the buckle as the strap swung from his hand. I had chills running up my back I knew the pain, my backside still hurts from the last visit I had with Husband to the barn. I spread my legs slightly to gain balance. I grab ahold of the rail that ran across the wall and held it tight. The whipping hadn’t even started yet and my knuckles were white from holding so tightly. I was ready. The husband’s hand rose and I could hear the sound of the strap pushing air as it made its way to my bottom. “WHACK” my eyes were clenched so hard it was a relief to open them. The 1st strike is always a shock. I cried out. “WHACK”. My bottom felt on fire as the sting from the strap went threw my pants. “WHACK” the third brought the tears. The fourth, fifth, and sixth made my hole backside burn. Seven, eight, and nine just increased the pain. “WHACK” and number 10 Husband always made sure the last one would impair proper sitting at the dinner table for at least 3 days. Oh, it was over I was so glad to hear throw the strap over his shoulder.

The husband pulled my tightly clenched hands from the rail and gave me a hug. I cried into the Husband’s shit for a few minutes before he led the way back to the house. He kept his arm around me the walk back always seems so much shorter than the walk to the barn. The husband stopped in front of the house and bent down. He wiped the tears from my cheeks gave me a smile and we walked into the house.

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Sjambok Whipping of Eryn

Posted by admin - May 1st, 2020

Naked and clean-shaven headed, eryn rose is ready for her 1st day as a ShadowSlave. She greets Christian Red by humbly stimulation his feet, before submitting to an in depth over the knee spanking.

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Certain she is going nowhere with hands to ceiling, the beating continues with powerful punches and kicks to her soft belly and excellent ass. Her legs are certain and he or she overwhelmed with a steel bar, and repeatedly kicked, before a severe whipping with a rubber sjambok.

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