After having changed into my school uniform and left behind my grown up clothing, I sit and wait on the bed for Paul to come in. When he does, I soon find myself over his lap, having my school skirt raised for a sound spanking on my round, bouncing bottom. I'm feeling vulnerable and repentant, and I try to take my spanking as well as I can, but this isn't easy when he starts to apply a heavy wooden hairbrush to my reddening cheeks. Feeling embarrassed to be being treated (and dressed) like such a, I apologize and wiggle as my punishment intensifies. Finally, Paul agrees that I've learned my le...

After having changed into my school uniform and left behind my grown up clothing, I sit and wait on the bed for Paul to come in. When he does, I soon find myself over his lap, having my school skirt raised for a sound spanking on my round, bouncing bottom. I'm feeling vulnerable and repentant, and I try to take my spanking as well as I can, but this isn't easy when he starts to apply a heavy wooden hairbrush to my reddening cheeks. Feeling embarrassed to be being treated (and dressed) like such a, I apologize and wiggle as my punishment intensifies. Finally, Paul agrees that I've learned my lesson and leaves me alone for some self reflection. This spanking was intense and the vulnerable headspace made it much more so! Xoxo, Alex