I know that I need to be spanked on a regular basis. That need is as much a part of me as is my eye color or height. It’s just baked into my genetics. Due to circumstances, I had gone long past the point of where I needed a discipline session. That lack of a spanking was causing me all sorts of problems. A lack of focus and concentration. Feelings of sadness and a loss of motivation to enjoy every day activities. Just a general dull malaise. As time passed I found myself longing to be over Miss Jenn’s knee for a good, hard spanking. At night I would blissfully dream of her picking... Show more