I obeyed. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! I lifted my buttocks higher to meet the swung leather. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! M’Lord was also an artisan of the corporal trade. On the soft and yielding canvas of my nubile body he painted a solid red overlay; the cane tramlines submerged as if a fevered dream forgotten. I broke my promise: I cried out and stamped, begged for forgiveness. Well presented for correction, naïve as I was, I knew there existed more. Mrs. Cleanknockers had gently primed my pump: m’lord drew down the liquid treat with masculine authority. Short, stubby, his digits penetrated.
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Spank Me Hard! ... Please? 
I keep coming back to your last line and am interested to see what Ruby makes of this encounter.
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Don’t you mean what comes of this encounter? 😉
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Well both I guess but I meant that I was interested in how she feels about m’lord and about how those feelings start to change.
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You will have to be patient, this is a looooong process. *tell me now!*
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I know. I will try 😉. It’s a compliment that I want to know more though.
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