The background for this story is entirely true. The spanking portion, sadly, is entirely a figment of my imagination. Names have been altered.
Gently grasping her arm and leading her to my side, I instruct her to bend over my lap. Settling her, her bottom over my right knee, I place her hairbrush next to me and lock my arm around her back. Running my hand over her firm cheeks, I feel her warmth against me, “Are you ready, Elizabeth?”
I hear her gulp, and softly respond, “Yes.” Read the rest of this entry