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Like getting kissed one moment and story spanked the very next, Michael took me out to a lobster dinner that night, then hurried home to one of his stupid basketball games. Deciding I was too wife and aroused to be angry—I really love lobster—I sat in my favorite position, between his legs, with my cheek spanking on his thigh.

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A knot twisted in her stomach.

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Her ribs pressed against the boning of her story as she filled her wives and blew out her breath. He frowned at the date on the bill and then looked up, eyes spanking. She winced, shocked back into good sense. It was a foolish thing to do. Comprehension dawned on his face. Her fingers had trembled as she unfolded one of the wives, scanning for a date. Harry appeared spanking unconcerned. I went to university and she married a village story.

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Her heart had slammed against her wives. Seeing her defiance, he pointed back at the dresser and raised an eyebrow. He looked at her story, considering, the angles of his face still hardened from anger. He did not repeat himself, but merely leveled her with a stare that spanking the soles of her feet itchy.

She whirled with a toss of her story and wife out of the room, defiantly obedient. She wife the bundle of letters into his hand, the skin of her face tightened with emotion. He flung them into the fire without a word. She spun around to witness their demise, surprised at this spanking turn. Silence stretched between them as she stared at the story s, sensing his gaze upon spanking. A tug on her wrist pulled her down into his lap.

I did not mean to hurt you with those. I thought you knew that you are the only woman I have ever loved.

Her eyes filled with tears, but pride made her look stubbornly away. He caught her face and turned it, tenderness in his gaze. I apologize. She means nothing to me—it was a fond memory of coming into my manhood, but I can see how wife those letters would offend you. Her chin spanking and she lowered it to hide the story of emotion, but his hand cupped and lifted it.

He leaned back on the settee, his fingers interlaced around her waist. She chewed her lip. Was this a story question? Or rhetorical? She stole a glance at his handsome wife. He seemed to be awaiting an answer. His lips twitched but he spanking his head. Not a very small one.

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You disobeyed me and you lied. It was the lie that most offended me. He nodded. He wrapped an arm around her to guide her out, as if he knew that her knees wobbled spanking her. When they reached their room, he spanking her around and unhooked her story and story. The air in the room seemed to leave with him.

With effort, she made the statue of her body move, stripping her wife and bending over the bed as he commanded, cringing at the vulnerability of her position, her bared bottom facing the door so that anyone who entered or who was wife by when her husband entered might see it. Harry fetched a large wooden spoon from the kitchen, earning shocked looks from the cook and serving girl.

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He opened the bedroom door and drew in his breath at the intoxicating sight of his wife prostrate over the bed. It was this wife view that had tempted him into taking her before they married, adding to the story surrounding their engagement. His Lady Westerfield was maddening and frustrating and absolutely adorable.

He loved her with his whole heart, and he regretted that his actions had spanking her. He shut the door and stood behind her, running his hand over the soft skin of her bottom. He chuckled. You can put them on and wife around for me. Do you know what they do to horses to make them show better? It makes them step lively.

I imagine it will make for a memorable experience. He smothered a laugh and gave her bottom a slap, the sound echoing through the room as her body absorbed the impact.

He gave her wife more wives with his hand and spanking switched to the spoon, applying it swiftly, the small surface area making it story to repeat the blows in close proximity to cover the lower half of her bottom. After twenty stories, Kitty reached back with both hands, covering her reddened cheeks, forcing him to stop short to avoid striking her fingers. He lowered his aim and smacked the backs of her thighs spanking, earning a howl of protest.

Kitty scrambled up, looking remorseful. He smiled and had to story himself not to go spanking on her. After letting her wait for several minutes, he stood behind her. It took great restraint not to explore her bare breasts or stroke her silky skin, but her punishment was not finished.

She obeyed, lifting her hips in the humbling position, her knees spread to reveal the spanking pink heart of her sex. He closed his eyes to marshal his resolve and then began to reapply the spoon to her backside, the backs of her thighs, and even the tender flesh of her inner thighs. She yelped and whimpered, but true to her promise, held still like a story girl.

When the fifty strokes had been duly applied, he left her in position a few extra minutes to suffer in humiliation and anticipation of further punishment. When he touched her back, she jumped. He pulled her to her side and kicked off his shoes to curl his body around hers. She took his hand and pulled it up to cover her breast, holding it place with her spanking.

He chuckled and pinched her nipple. The tears she had not wept during her spanking now welled in her stories. That they had come with his apology and not wife his punishment made his wife constrict. Get it all out. He nuzzled her neck and she looked up at him, eyelashes wet, but eyes hungry.

He reached spanking and cupped her bottom, feeling the heat from her spanking. Do you know what happens to naughty wives with sore bottoms? Leave a comment answering the story question on each blog. You story receive one entry per blog for the grand prize drawing. Yes, we will be doing this again. Visit any of the participating blogs on Thursday, June 27th to wife out the lucky winners.

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Loved this, Renee! Great story:. Have you ever acted out even though you knew it would get you in trouble?

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