Spanking the Maid

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I have wanted to write something like this for a while now, and I was just too shy to. I finally decided to really go for it and explore more of my own kinks through my writing. If you don’t like the following, DON’T READ THE STORY Emilee, the men are going upstairs to the study, please take up the brandy, then serve us( indicating the ladies) wine in the parlour. Because not only did you discover some strange new version of an immortal human, but you STALKED him to the very dangerous trailer park in Bobo’s territory! Are you kidding me?!” Wynonna took a step towards Waverly, seeing the flash of betrayal and then fear cross her sister’s face. Waverly had no idea Doc had told her about that, she figured it would stay between them. Besides, he was the one that had shot at her!

It is exactly what it looked like, little girl. You directly disobeyed me. I’m going to find out exactly how many times this has happened and we are going to have a very long discussion about it. I don’t care who’s home, they’re going to hear every second of your punishment. And If I have anything to say about it, this absolutely WILL NOT be happening again. Now come” she said, once again tugging Jill along by the arm. Hawarden?” Lettice ponders, chewing her bottom lip in concentration as she considers the names of her current clients in her head. “I don’t think I know that name. Has she called before, Edith?” js_anon has a talent for writing verse, and some of his poems feature the governess, as in The Governess and The Cane; The Governess - Much Angrier; and The Husband's Governess. The latter concludes with: Her slightly younger close friend, Lady Susan Macready, is resplendently wearing a billowy gown of sky-blue silk. Her sapphires glimmer with rich fire. This is Lady Susan’s lesser set of sapphires, her better set, equally as nice as the hostess’s emeralds, are upstairs in her guest room, waiting to be royally displayed at the upcoming ball tomorrow evening at the castle.The copy of Country Life sitting on the table that is the lynchpin of this chapter was made by me to scale using the cover of a real 1923 edition of Country Life.

Can this be any good? It can, it is. From the start, Coover engages the important questions. To begin with, whose obsession is this?Composing and recomposing the entrance of the maid, imagining and reimagining the master's rage, writing and rewriting The maid says as much under her breath, the mantra she has been repeating in her native tongue all these long weeks: adism, in literature, is a discipline. It encourages an author to whip himself and his characters (women, usually) into an erotic lather while Nuh uh. No rubbing. Take those jeans down, Waverly” Wynonna commanded, snapping her fingers and pointing at the ground. Waverly gasped and clutched her jeans on the sides. Are you ready to tell me the truth?” Natalie asked, squeezing one of Jill’s bright red cheeks. Jill hesitated, then shook her head no. Natalie sighed and nodded to herself. At least the girl was honest about that. Her hand was really starting to ache though.

Ah! Two!” Jill yelled, struggling to stay in position. The belt fell again and again, and she successfully remained mostly still, counting every punishing strike. Finally, the 15th blow fell and it was over. Natalie set the belt down on the bed and pulled her sobbing, well punished girlfriend into her arms. You will never get away with lying to me, Jillian. You will always find yourself in this position, getting your little ass torn up. If I ever find out you’re hiding something like this from me, you better believe this will happen again in a heartbeat. Is that understood?” She paused, waiting for an answer. Jill took a moment to collect herself before replying. Emilee was busy clearing off the desert dishes from the large oak table, listening in to the conversations going on around her. So some of you might like this and some of you might hate it but part 5 is gonna be particularly long. I will generally be trying to include a spanking per story, so I don’t wanna split stuff up unnecessarily to make you “get to the good stuff.”