Learning a good lesson
I take a minute to think about it this time, bent over the couch, ass in the air for the third time this week. You’d have thought that by now I’d have learnt my lesson by now, but no if you can’t listen then you must feel at least that is how my Master sees the world. If only he knew how I wrack my brains coming up with mischievous things to do to earn my spankings. This time I’d taken it a little far, I know. I’d cum and left my wet panties on the bedroom floor, in a space that I was sure he would see them. My Master is not an unreasonable man, but is not a fan of messy living. I hear his footsteps and I close my eyes to sink …