Disciplined! - Volume 3: a spanking fiction anthology

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He caressed her cheek and kissed her lips. She responded, grateful for his tenderness, and hot as hell. "I'm sorry," she murmured, tremors of guilt throbbing through her core.

Reformed: A nervous Stacy awaits her punishment with dread, knowing what to expect from the Headmaster's cruel cane. Her fear intensifies when she learns how many strokes she is to be awarded - three dozen. It is every bit as bad as she fears - yet she endures.His sharp leather signatures delivered fiery pain. She analyzed her interactions, struggling to discover a single polite one. His uncompromising toughness pulsed pleasure into her sex, clearing spaces in her mind for genuine remorse. Thin rectangles of penetrating heat replaced fading strokes, keeping her bottom ablaze and her conscience clear. He was beating her without debate. She deserved it. Strapping her hard, he was leaving her lowest curves - on which she would sit - untouched.

By the time Stacy was in her teens, she was always well-behaved in public. Even at home, when friends or visitors were around, she was an absolute angel. This didn’t mean she was really that good -- just that she’d figured out not to get in trouble when others were there to see her punished. Arthur Pendragon finds the predictable monotony of his everyday life quite thoroughly interrupted when he's tasked with supervising the training of a young, short-tempered manservant. Language: English Words: 3,035 Chapters: 1/? Comments: 18 Kudos: 277 Bookmarks: 29 Hits: 7,165 His hardness drove her pride sky high. Her sex soared up the window, lifting her mind over the city. Flying on his flawless love, she flung her arms wide against the glass, and screamed, "I love you."Saucy: Sentenced to six of the best, Meg has to call out the number of each stroke and then ask for another if she wants it to be counted. Kinktober 2023 in Fire Emblem Engage! You, the reader, have the awesome job of taking care of the residents of the Somniel (and more!) Namely, in the form of sexual release. While you can always say no, you've not seen a reason to yet... Facing their long dining table, she rubbed one die between her fingers. 'Five' would provide protection against the blistering oak, although five thunderous swats would be furious punishment. Maybe one vicious swat on her bare skin fitted her crime. Clare smiled. "A silly professional mistake. He was kind and corrected my error. I cooked him dinner as thanks. My stir-fry is legendary, it seems."