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My Morning Spanking
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
...or the spanking education of Chippy the squirrel.
I sit here all redbottomed wiggling happily in my computer chair
and want to share.
So here is my little account from this morning. Sept. 15, 1999
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Finally, it's a Wednesday! That means my daughter leaves early
for her first class. We fed the baby squirrel, another 'project'
that I love, but caring for it has cut into OUR time and even
worse my computer time. Our son heads out the door to high school.
Yippee, his car started. There he goes!
I skip off to the bathroom to clean up and brush my teeth AGAIN.
As I come out of the bathroom there Master is on the couch holding
a riding crop. Not much of a surprise really, but I act surprised.
"But, I haven't been bad" I say and smile.
"Oh, yes you have"
"Should I put my panties back on?" I ask. They are still in my
hand, my long night shirt looks more like a short dress. I half
hope he tells me to get into my schoolgirl skirt. Instead he tells
me it won't be necessary and to grab my ankles.
Now, I hate to admit to everyone what a bad girl I really am,
but I protested. He was whacking before I even got into position
and he didn't warm me up at ALL. So I kept hopping back up and
saying. "No, it HURTS!"
He then made fun of me because I had trouble reaching my ankles.
I could do it, but I needed to stretch and its HARD to stretch
when he is already putting stinging blows on my backside!
I rose up again and told him to stop making fun of me. He simply
looked at me and said. "You like this"
Oh sure, drag that into it. I had to agree, so I grabbed my ankles
and bent over. Two more swacks and I was out of position again
looking at him with anger saying "How MANY!!"
"Twenty" my spanker of few words says to me "and we have to do
those last two over now"
Ugggggghhhh. So I grab my ankles again and smile my evil smile.
I can do this I can hold on for twenty. At least I know how many
now. I start to count and I can hear my voice screeching out the
numbers. He doesn't feel sorry for me obviously, because the more
I screech the harder he smacks. I almost let go at three and again
at fourteen. He paused after nineteen and I was so afraid that
twenty was going to be a real BADDIE that I almost let go again.
Thank goodness I didn't.
After the twenty I stayed put. No sense moving around and giving
him a reason to give me more. He then went and moved the loveseat
out. He often drapes me over the over stuffed arm bottoms up after
a good spanking. He looked in the baby squirrel cage at this point
and said, "Your gonna get an education in the birds and bees little
buddy"
© 1999 by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com, not to be reposted or distributed
without permission
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