I feel so sorry. It's not a punishment — you've done nothing Uh-oh… I turn to face him. I sat down on the couch and called them over. Then he stood back and brought his belt across my bottom. I'll never do it again, I swear.
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I find the paddle in its usual place - in the top drawer of the nightstand, right by his side of the bed for easy access. I gasp and kick when the next blow finds its home. He gives my cheeks a few more patronizing little pats and I feel myself flush with humiliation, but also with something else. I gasp and try to look away, but he reaches out and grasps my chin, tilting it up so I have no choice but to meet his eye while my cheeks flame with embarrassment. I hear the voices linger maybe four or five cars away, and then the sound of packages being loaded into a car. I continue to watch my spanking in the mirror, but I no longer care how I look. The spanking continues, and the pain is taking over my mind, partially blocking the embarrassment, but not completely.
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People start coming down the aisle, and I can hear them behind me, scrutinizing G. This has been a fantasy of mine for a LONG time. Visit our Spanking Forum — Join and share your experiences and desires! He runs his fingers over my bottom, and I wince silently. I find the paddle in its usual place - in the top drawer of the nightstand, right by his side of the bed for easy access.
Description: His lips brush my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. My pulse begins to race. But when I feel him tugging my panties down and arranging them just below my sore cheeks, my fear instantly returns. I close my eyes and feel my body flush with embarrassment. My face burns with embarrassment again, but I do what he says.