There’s many a true word spoken in jest and if the cap fits wear it. Spanking Christine

I came upon this spanking picture on twitter and it reminded me of situations I have found myself in. Not me stealing the company’s stationery I hasten to add but not a million miles from the truth. What I would have given to see a certain someone bent over her desk with her skirts raised, knickers draped round her ankles waiting for the kiss of a punishing rattan cane to be cracked firmly against her naked buttocks. Watching as each searing stroke left a wicked red raised painful welt across her bare cheeks. Hearing her cry out as each stroke impacted agonisingly. Considering the conversations we had this would have been poetic justice. It’s not a case of tell me lies tell me sweet little lies as I still have the letters she wrote.

 

 

 

 

 

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