Sasha smirked at the shrieks that filtered down to her from her husband’s study. Even two floors away, she could usually hear Tammy’s distress as Hector meted out her punishment; while none of the girls were exactly stoic during their visits, Tammy had a tendency to carry on more than most. Lily was so quiet … Continue reading The Disciplinarian’s Wife
I think I'd prefer standing, given the choice. Although it seems well-padded, I'd imagine knees would get sore far faster than feet. Besides, I doubt I'd manage anything like a graceful dismount.
If I pretend to lose my place, maybe she'll continue to point with the cane to help me follow along. . .
(This is not a story about the whiskey of the same name. I have a story about that, too, but it’s hardly appropriate here). A while back, I joined a local writing group. A good friend who is aware of my writing here, but who does not share these interests, recommended me to them, … Continue reading Writer’s Tears
Um. . . Sir? You might not want to do that Sir. Your cane might get all bent out of shape. Or worse, spring back and hurt someone. We wouldn't want that, right?
Poor girl, having to face so many people at this particular moment. Though I don't fancy the idea of having my bum on display, I'd think facing the other way would be far less embarrassing.
When discussing things theoretically (i.e.- when my bottom is in no immediate danger), I want to cry during a spanking. I want that kind of emotional release, want to be comfortable enough to experience that sort of vulnerability. It sounds, again in theory, like a wonderful experience. The reality has been quite different. I’ve … Continue reading Tears