I hate that thing but he loves it and keeps it close to his recliner for just this type of occasion.
Once he had me just where he wanted me, he began spanking me with that awful hairbrush.
I may be one of the more boring spankos around when it comes to my fantasy life.
I think that’s because it’s rubber, covers so much area, and has all those treads across it. The day after my bottom was marked and so sore I could barely sit.
You know, you see a toy and start dreaming of how good a spanking would feel with it.
Then the butterflies start, your bottom starts to tingle (as well as other parts *wink wink*), and you have to have it. I had to have it and then once it was finished, Dan gave it to me good that night. Not just during the spanking but for quite a while afterwards.
I know the spanking hurts but I can’t do anything to stop it, and deep down I know I don’t want to. Last week we were enjoying a movie night and it evolved into a spanking night.
He’s in control and he decides everything about this spanking. Dan tossed me over his knee, flipped up my skirt, pulled down my panties, and grabbed his ever handy paddle hairbrush.