Whose Fantasy Is It Anyway?
Does your inner schoolgirl desire a spanking?
Tap, tap, tap! The knock on the door was hesitant, as if the person on the other side was reluctant to enter. I deliberately waited for a moment before answering. “Come in,” I called. The door quietly opened. Eyes downcast and looking repentant, she shuffled into the room. I eyed the person standing before me thoughtfully. Trepidation and anxiety shone from her huge eyes as she looked out at me from beneath a neat, blonde...