Back in my room, the walls seemed to pulse with the memory of Tim's touch and the sound of the paddle. I couldn't resist the urge to touch my tender, red ass, feeling the heat and the sting of the spanking. The water from the shower was like a balm, soothing the ache and washing away the sweat of the day. As I scrubbed my body, I felt a sense of excitement building once again. Stepping out of the shower, I found the note...

The first apple of the season was a surprise. It hung there, a solitary red jewel amidst the sea of green leaves. I plucked it gently, feeling the cool weight in my palm. It was a simple act that had been repeated by countless others before me, yet the crunch of the fruit echoed through the quiet orchard as if it were a declaration. Mr. Jenkins, the owner of the orchard, had given me a brief tour when I arrived. His eyes...