Rickker Paddled On The Bed By Mistress Liz13 minhot video
Spanked by his Aunt
Tags: audio , consensual , cornertime , domestic , fair , fear , F F , hairbrush , hand spanking , historical , OTK , Pandora Blake , scolding , strict , white cotton knickers. This is one of the first spanking stories I ever wrote, and one of the first audio recordings I ever made, too. You have to be logged in to comment. Click here to login to your account. If you don't have a username yet, it's free to create one - click here to register.
Helena Thrashed with Hairbrush xLx
I suppose my guilty silence irritated Auntie a bit more, for she impatiently marched back over to me and slapped me sharply on my rump, evoking a surprised, pained squeak from me. I guess I felt like she was hovering over me because I kept shrinking underneath her ire. At once, Aunt Marilyn grabbed her precious hairbrush and seated herself in the chair that she had pulled out. It never seems to take her more than half a second to find her comfortable posture, with her strong, long legs poised at the optimum angle for detaining a wayward kid like myself and for hoisting up his poor bottom to near-perfect placement for a prolonged spanking session. With equal swiftness, she seized me too and yanked me over her knees, effortlessly situating me just the way she wanted — with my defenseless butt propped up at the height, as if begging for chastisement, and with my unfading erection likewise locked in her apron-covered lap, trapping my iron-solid penis against her supple, meaty thighs. To this day, I can still remember how it felt to be laid across Aunt Marilyn's lap, not just on that occasion, but on every occasion. Like in a recurring, haunting dream, I can still feel my arms hanging down to the floor, I can still feel the blood rushing to my skull, I can still feel my proffered heinie upturned in the air, and I can still feel her knees pressing into me.
Aunty Belle spanks her naughty nephew with a hairbrush.
Mary, having been spanked for such a incident, spanked by my mother, my best friend watching, then the look of shock as my mother spanked her also. Only thing my mother called her mother and she was soon looking at both of us, standing In the corner with red bottoms. When we heard my turn we both pleaded and it was no use, are spanked bottom felt the sting of her hand and no rubbing we stood in the corner. Both mother's agreed that spankings were needed and it did not matter who gave or if both gave. I am doing a month long spanking punishment for my own bad behavior.
The bathroom door opened in the hall, and Aunt Betsy emerged, wearing a blue-gray blouse, dark blue skirt and pumps. She crossed the hall and entered Audrey's room, closing the door behind her. Despite my crushing sense of shame, I simply couldn't delay any longer.