It almost seems moot to feature it as a mere blog of the week. Being so featured, means about 1, extra visits a week to a spanking blog, which in the early days of blogging is a serious hike. A Voice in the Corner did not really take off until it was first Chrossed, so thanks to our favourite spankologist.
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My hands reach up instinctively to stop him from ripping it out at the roots. The rest of my body clumsily tries to leap backwards in an attempt to be one step ahead, easing my punished scalp. Any given reason was cause for an extra cruel beating.
This story from Jane Marwood has been read 1 5 1 1 2 times. The Governess Written by Jane Marwoodongenre domination It was hot, very hot and Richard had been walking quickly for over an hour. The sunrays filtered through the treetops, blinding the boy's eyes as he looked up. Richard was dressed, as were all boys at the orphanage in long grey flannel shorts, that came to his knee's, a heavy flannel jacket, long grey socks, ending in black boots.
As followers of this blog we occasionally feature pictures supplied by TipTopper. This one was in a batch of classics, one of which has been seen before, but the one above is new here. Nor sure who the artist is, but it has the look of a Fontana.
This was the test. He had never disciplined his kids physically, and now that they were adults, he worshipped them,especially Zeni. Ric is giving Zeni what she needs, the spoiled little bitch.
You must be 18 or over to view this site, please read our terms. Reluctantly, I loan Stephen to my best friend, Rhonda. Stephen's world expands, and I am jealous.
Steffi nodded and looked directly at him. I will comply with your conditions to keep my scholarship. Just some preventive measures to help keep you out of further trouble. And having your own apartment would normally be considered a reward for good behaviour, rather than a punishment for bad behaviour.
He had spent the previous 50 minutes focused intently on his patient, the last of his day. She was a recently divorced local socialite, quite attractive in a far more made up way than he preferred. During the course of their work in psychotherapy the patient had developed some sexual feelings towards her handsome therapist, likely because he offered her the delicious total attention to her thoughts and feelings that her husband never could.
After School Job Summary : My sister Addison asked if she could get an after school job to make some money, modeling for some Russian guy one of her friends knew. Our father said I had to go along to be her chaperone, which I did not think was such a great idea. Turned out he needed guys to pose too.