He said adults video on demand "no car".
I hollered "Yes, stop".
He said "three weeks".
“Understand!”.
“Yes, I have learned my lesson. Stop!” This is one of those times where you would say anything, do anything, promise anything, agree to anything, anything to get it to stop.
Only he knows how many times.
I only know the results.
After what seemed like an eternity, he stopped just as quickly as he began.
By that time, my bottom was simply all that I adults video on demand could feel.
I do not know how long it lasted.
It was probably not very long because adults video on demand it was very fast.
There was none of this hit ...
wait 10 seconds ...
hit.
It was hit ...
hit ...
hit, just as fast and just as furious as he could.
That only set my bottom ablaze with a white fire.
He helped me up and together we went to the corner so that I could stop crying.
He left me there, after placing my hands around the back of my neck and warning me to not move them.
I do remember kneeling, but that is about all as my bottom is what I felt.
I did not care how I was dressed.
I did not care who saw me naked.
I only cared that my bottom hurt.
I can tell you that the brush is a terribly painful and satanic thing.
It is something that you never want to experience being bounced off your bottom as if it was the ball in a child’s game.
I can tell you that if it means getting another session like this, there is no way that I would miss another signal.
As for that specific intersection, I think that I will stop even long after they may have removed it.
After a while, my knees began to hurt and I tried to rock back down on my haunches.
My bottom said that it was not a good idea, long before my husband said to kneel up straight.
I must have spent a half an hour there, on that hard floor.
The crying stopped.
Even the anger at being spanked subsided when I thought that it was for my own good.
It was my fault.
You did the crime, you do the time.
