I feel a good kind of trepidation at first, when pants are lowered and I'm ordered over the knee. And I enjoy the small rituals that a disciplinarian indulges in and that give her spankings a special character. When the spanking actually starts and then continues on, I feel pleasurably under her control and am somehow deeply satisfied by the smacks of her strap, or ruler, or hand. Tha time comes when the smacks hurt more and more and the pain makes me quietly gasp. At that point I'm hoping she will end it soon, but another part of me makes me want her to test my endurance. And when she finally decides to stop and begins aftercare, I am truly happy and satisfied.
I feel a good kind of trepidation at first, when pants are lowered and I'm ordered over the knee. And I enjoy the small rituals that a disciplinarian indulges in and that give her spankings a special character. When the spanking actually starts and then continues on, I feel pleasurably under her control and am somehow deeply satisfied by the smacks of her strap, or ruler, or hand. Tha time comes when the smacks hurt more and more and the pain makes me quietly gasp. At that point I'm hoping she will end it soon, but another part of me makes me want her to test my endurance. And when she finally decides to stop and begins aftercare, I am truly happy and satisfied.
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