An adult story about spanking read with caution
I’m a modern woman! Strong and independent.
I can drive, vote, work, travel on my own; something too many women elsewhere can’t do!
When my boyfriend gives me ‘that’ look.
I put down my magazine. I stand. I bite my lower lip in shame.
I shuffle reluctantly to my bedroom, my sanctuary, my feminine home, the place where I can choose to do anything of my own free will.
So I choose… to stand in front of the full-length mirror as I disrobe. I clench my teeth hard as I try to suppress the awful mocking voice teasing my curves, my sagging breasts, my ugly face… Stop It!
Stop being such a bad girl. You’re beautiful.
I’m not. I’m a bad girl. Bad girls are naughty. Naughty girls… naughty girls… Say it!
by strong men
I punish myself by restraining my twitching fingers from creeping down my fat tummy to my bits and bits and bits…
I groan with deserved frustration, I’m such a slut, a whore, a filthy little girl who needs a good beating by her stern daddy/coach/teacher/priest/man in uniform!
Pillows piled just so…
Hips raised, feet shoulder width apart
Can’t forget the towel underneath to soak up my juices
Waiting… nude… exposed… humiliated… squirming helplessly as I finally hear, slow, heavy, tread of my chastiser approaching my closed bedroom door and then…
the knob turns… the door swings open…
and I cum violently as he says softly…
so, I hear from mummy someone’s been a naughty little girl…
Why do I crave spanking?