The new housekeeper, Miss Spargrove landed the thick wooden Spencer paddle for the fiftieth time on Shawn Cirrito's reddened buttocks, and Shawn bit her tongue to keep from screaming.
As the paddle, built with holes throughout to make swinging easier and more painful landed again on Shawn's ass, she wondered what Ross was doing.
Miss Spargrove had had him sucking frozen urine-sicles, created in ice cubes with toothpicks.
Miss Spargrove had Ross on a monthly masturbation schedule.
First let me tell you how about us. I love my husband Harry, and outside the bedroom I want him to have control and to provide for me. In the bedroom he WILL do as I say. I am not looking to dominate every part of his life only to motivate him to do what I want. (he he)
This has worked extremely well and I do this with sex.
"Don't look, Taffy, but Mister Glodstone is right there."
"Yeah, he has been real weird today, he turns beet red whenever he passes our office."
"Yeah. He is the sweetest boss, and I think he always had a crush on me, but something happened last night and I think it's freaked us both out, Taffy."
"What happened, Addisyn? You can tell me."
"Like you won't spread it around."
"No, no, I've gotten better.
My wife, Debi, had not always been a disciplinarian. Early in our marriage, I had begged her to spank me. If I could have found any reason to make her furious enough to get out the leather and go to work on my behind, I would have done it in no time flat.
"I don't know, Raymond. That's really not for me."
"Oh, c'mon, Debi. Just pretend I'm your son and I did something naughty.