One of my birthday gifts. This was hand made. :-)
After what I had done, a good hiding was inevitable. She grabbed me with one hand and the hairbrush with the other. Was she going to deal with me down here, in front of everyone? However, she tugged me towards the door and began to propel me upstairs. Despite my predicament, I sighed an inward sigh of relief. At least I was going to get my spanking in private. What I didn’t know of course was that 20 minutes later I’d be back downstairs, with my skirt off, my knickers round my knees, tears streaming down my face as I was made to apologise for my behaviour before being put in the corner of the living room with my hands on my head, my freshly spanked legs and bottom testament to the fact that I had indeed been a very naughty girl indeed.
my favorite shade of red
Oh dear, what a mess.
The Death of Youth