I had my spanking bitch over today. He likes me to look angelic, pretty, and like butter wouldn't melt in my mouth. I love spanking, treating grown men like naughty, and the control over them is total. I always start by warming the bottom up with my hand, the feel of my palm against wobbly bum is divine, as is the sound it makes. After the warm up it's time to meet Mr. Paddle. The sound that this piece of wood makes when it comes into contact with flesh makes my skin tingle. Now we ramp up the pain level on his ass, a little harder and more frequent are the strokes. On to the floor with him, I...

I had my spanking bitch over today. He likes me to look angelic, pretty, and like butter wouldn't melt in my mouth. I love spanking, treating grown men like naughty, and the control over them is total. I always start by warming the bottom up with my hand, the feel of my palm against wobbly bum is divine, as is the sound it makes. After the warm up it's time to meet Mr. Paddle. The sound that this piece of wood makes when it comes into contact with flesh makes my skin tingle. Now we ramp up the pain level on his ass, a little harder and more frequent are the strokes. On to the floor with him, I need to be able to get more of a swing going, harder and harder now. The pink colour of his ass is turing red, and little welts are starting to appear. Now we need to concentrate the pain to a small area, that is where my simple wooden spoon comes in. How wifey do I look, gingham dress, Mary Jane shoes, pig tails, wielding a wooden spoon like some Stepford wife. But this little device has a secret, it has been used to make grown men cry out in pain, begged me to stop, pleaded with me to go back to the paddle. This beauty has served me well, and made men turn to jelly. Look at the welts growing by the second on his bottom.