No longer were we embarrassed to talk about our kinky side, but stay-at-home mothers and business women alike spoke about how they dreamt of meeting their own Christian Grey. Spanking can be something fun and flirty, or go as far as severe and painful. Many even consider the sting of the spank an aphrodisiac.
We've been over this too many times to count. What the hell were you thinking? Going out alone at night, off chasing some violent criminal or another, without leaving a note — have you lost your mind?
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In my opinion even if you have minor children, or other guests in the house, if your wife is naughty, then they should witness your wife, being corporally disciplined, by giving your wife a good spanking on her bare bottom. The humiliation that your wife will feel will be justified. I would love to see other wives spanked bare bottom in front of me. I once witnessed a husband spank his mouthy wife in front of a small group of friends and family.
They all love to be spanked. Comments welcome and discussion encouraged. I believe spanking between consenting adults leads to closer and more intimate relationships.
For some reason my parents kept sending me to stay with Auntie Beryl. She wasn't even my real Auntie she was just a friend of my mum's who we called auntie. The last time I'd stayed here Auntie Beryl had caned me and caned Kate and two of her friends and then spanked my cock with a ruler in front of them all.
The stories on this web page started with several spanking stories that I had saved away. Looking back on the dates for these stories I see that I started publishing my stories on the Web in September of I wish there were more stories here.
I had been working for the company for over two years and enjoyed my job as a secretary. I had lots of chances to meet different people and I enjoyed telling occasional lies for my boss. He was one of the nicest bosses I have ever worked for and I had fantasies about him more than once. He was a married man and from time to time his wife would walk by me, heading to his office.
My wife of 8 hours stood in the corner of the hotel room, nose firmly pressed into the corner, the hem of her skirt pinned well-up her back. This was evidenced by her trembling, from head to toe her quivering bottom and thighs the overall red color of her full cheeks, the bruises showing on them and the nasty red covering her upper thighs. As I waited and watched, the bruises took on a deeper red color, a more painful deep red, outlined and surrounded by her fair white toned skin.