A fuzzy image of the good/bad boy with shorts pulled down… The lighting wasn’t very good; I think the spanking made up for it…
Nice boys — an oxymoron? Well, I seem to be meeting some very nice boys, well-behaved in real life, who simply NEED a good spanking. Why? Damned if I know; what do I look like, a Freudian psychoanalyst? LOL.
One such good boy was M., who came to see me last night. He had to wait a whole extra week, too, because I was sick last Friday. I hope I made up for it. We concocted a B.S. reason for the spanking, based on a real-life issue that I hardly think is that bad — indulging in the ol’ as they say, “420″ … (I don’t think it’s bad unless someone’s doing it every day and he’s starting to forget how to write his own name.)
It was a great scene. M. said he’d been spanked before, but not a “real” spanking, where he was made to take it for nearly an hour (some timeouts in between, but mostly spanking over my lap). I locked him into place when it started to hurt. His wriggling and his reactions were just perfect; I watched him cross his ankles and clench his cheeks when the pain got a little intense. Mostly I used my hand, but he also got at least 100 with a stiff leather paddle, and a taste of the wooden hairbrush as well.
Really, some life-long fantasies die hard. In this case I was playing the boyhood neighbor lady that always SHOULD have spanked M. but never quite did.
This seems a perennial theme among the men I spank. This afternoon I’m spanking another bad boy who ALWAYS fantasized about his neighbor, even went so far as to go through her panty drawer once when he was house-sitting — never got caught. I spanked him for this before … and made him wear plastic pants as further punishment and humiliation.
I’ve had some other hot scenes recently, and I hope to write up more descriptions soon. Right now, time to get ready. I’ve got not one but THREE bad boys to see tonight. Might need an energy drink…