I was released of a sudden and directed to set my shod feet upon the oak floor. I was so combustible I feared the act of walking to the storage closet would cause an explosion. “Before Miss Frothinglips escorts you to dinner, there is the slight matter of discipline and reward.” I was not so subtly nudged towards a red leather wingback chair. She bade me straddle backwards, knees balanced on padded arms, pushed my upper torso down until bodice and arms dangled over the top. My skirt was yanked even further wide and tucked beneath waist. “Twenty more Ruby.”
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Spank Me Hard! ... Please? 
And there we have it. Savour those treats Ruby, my dear.
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Ruby will learn one stroke at a time. 😉
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I so love a pun too. Tonight really is my night I think.
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then tonight there will be a tattoo drummed upon your buns
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