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Souvenir Paddles - V And, so I found myself kneeling on the floor, beaten into what I felt was total submission. My face was covered with tears, which still streamed out of my eyes, seemingly unaware of the cessation of my discipline. My buttocks and thighs burned and throbbed in pain. Pain like I’d never ever experienced before. My sobbing seemed to be subsiding along with a slowing of...
Added 24 Oct 2010 | Category Spanking
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Souvenir Paddles - IV If asked, I’d have said that nothing could hurt more than her so-called ‘warm-up’; and, I’d have been wrong. So wrong!! This was difficult to describe. I was torn between the heavenly feeling of my face buried in the ass of a hard-bodied teen and the relentless swat, swat, swat of the fiendish ‘souvenir’. Competing with the two sensations of my face and bottom was...
Added 23 Oct 2010 | Category Spanking
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Souvenir Paddles - III I suddenly heard voices coming from the direction in which she’d left. It sounded like the lady and at least one other female. Good grief!! This was getting deeper as we went along. I couldn’t imagine with whom she was speaking but figured I wouldn’t need to wait long to find out. I was right in this assumption. The voices were moving now, towards the room in which...
Added 22 Oct 2010 | Category Spanking
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Souvenir Paddles - II My head was dizzy with excitement. My legs were shaky. My cock was hard and throbbing - the pre-cum flowing copiously and filling the pocket of my jockey shorts as if I had peed my pants. I felt like I was a character in a porn movie - or at the least, a naughty story. I was astonished, though, at the reality. The reality that I was following the lead of a woman that...
Added 21 Oct 2010 | Category Spanking
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Souvenir Paddles I’d passed this place several times in the past. As a traveling factory rep, I had occasion to find myself in this part of the state, perhaps every six months, or so. This time, I had some time to kill — actually the rest of the day free — and yielded to my curiosity, pulling into the gravel parking lot spanning the front of the building. The building itself was old and...
Added 20 Oct 2010 | Category Spanking
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