Does he really want to spank me for what I said? He is an ass. I’m not going. When the end of the day arrives, I am going home. A townhouse in London? His business is more successful than I thought. I should have exaggerated my tips even more. Layla was too busy to think about the odd meeting with Mr Larson until she arrived home after two in the morning. She was exhausted again, but she could not sleep. She wasn’t aroused this time. She was annoyed. Mr Larson had tried to bully her. He tried to make her buy him a drink because she was rude! He was the judgemental one. He was just a bully. He had taken advantage of her. She felt stupid that she had let him spank her. She was so shy and gullible, he must have known he could get her to agree. Get her to submit to him. Oh, look, dear.” Mrs Foster smiled. “I do loathe it when someone wears the same dress—especially when that someone is young, pretty, and wears it beautifully.”

Well, queue time lapse blur and here we are many, many moons later. We’ve evolved into a mutually and consensual agreement where she will give me a real domestic discipline spanking for offenses we’ve both deemed spank-able offenses. While I will get a punishment spanking on occasion (about monthly), I get taken to the “woodshed” about 3 or 4 times a year. Getting taken to the woodshed has become the name for getting THE (or one of the) worst spankings of my life. Our bedroom transforms into “the woodshed” for this type of spanking. And while she used to use just the razor strap, she then changed the protocol to be a belt spanking first (with her meanest belt), immediately followed by a razor strapping. There is no safeword during these spankings (although I imagine if I did say my safeword, she’d probably stop. BUT…that wouldn’t be a real spanking then, would it? 🤔 Besides, I agreed to be held accountable in this way and am man enough to take what she has deemed necessary by way of corporal punishment. Even if it means her reducing me to tears sometimes.) It was a Friday afternoon in the office, and Layla was finishing up work on a few accounts before the weekend. Her telephone buzzed to notify her of an internal call, and she was surprised to see it was Mr Larson calling her.In the middle of winter someone started a small fire during my gym class. We stood outside in the wind and the cold in our gym uniforms. Of course, the drill lasted about 20 times longer than usual, because we had to wait for the fire department to declare the "all-clear." Meanwhile, we're freezing our butts off. I was spending time flirting with my crush who's in my gym class. Finally we went inside. In English class, I was complaining to a guy friend of mine about how cold it was, and my crush was supporting me. But my friend said that he wasn't cold. I was annoyed, because he was wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. I yelled, "Yeah, well, at least you were wearing clothes!" A bunch of people turned to look at me. I slapped my hands over my mouth and turned red. My guy friend laughed, "What were you two doing out there? Mr Larson dropped the cane and rubbed his hands on her bottom. It was so sore, but she loved the sensation of him touching her. “Well done,” he said. Layla arrived at work early, only the cleaners were there. She made herself a coffee and sat at her desk enjoying the burning sensation she felt from her beaten skin pressing against her chair as Mr Larson arrived in the open plan office.

First things first: You must negotiate and communicate with your partner about what you both desire from the experience. "For my clients who want to be slapped, or spanked with a paddle, I prefer they start the conversation days before the actual event itself," Richmond says. She suggests an in-person conversation to discuss what you both want and what is off-limits. She showered and dressed. She wore a skirt. Nothing too short, but a little pencil skirt that accentuated the curve of her behind. She did her hair and her make-up. She applied a little more make-up than usual and added a few more curls. She did not want it to be obvious, but she wanted to look nice for Mr Larson.

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Yes, sir.” She obeyed his command and positioned herself over his desk. She lowered herself slightly onto her elbows with her palms flat on the desk. Before she could reply, the Fosters called to them. Mr Larson brightened, and Layla smothered her anger. She managed to avoid speaking to him for the rest of the day. Mr Larson appeared happy that he managed to sign a few more contracts with the Fosters to increase supplies to more of his branches. Mike had Layla speak in German with one of his associates. Mr Weber was very impressed and said Layla’s passable German was impeccable. Mike invited Layla to attend a meeting to translate for some of his clients. Layla remained annoyed for much of the day. She spent her lunch break searching online for another job and felt tearful that nothing she found would pay as well. Layla was thrilled to have left the bar job. She had hated it. She had hated how she never got a day off, she hated that she was always exhausted, and she hated that the penny-pinching Aaron took every error in her till—even when she confirmed she had added items by mistake and the money was right—from her wages. She felt no guilt in leaving Aaron down a member of staff, though she hoped it would not make life too difficult for her colleagues. Well, usually I would deliver a set number of strokes with a cane, which you would count out. The cane is quite severe and would leave you with welts. As you are new to this practice, I will not cane you. Instead, I will spank you with my hand over your clothes at first and then on your bare bottom. This will give you the chance to adjust before I move on to hitting you with other implements.” He pointed to an array of paddles, whips, and straps he had laid out on the floor beside his desk. Layla swallowed. “You may stop the punishment at any time by saying the word red, but be warned, if I do not feel you have received adequate punishment, you will be fired. Is that clear?”

Yes, sir,” she replied. She stood anxiously for a moment before she awkwardly bent and lowered herself over his knees. She hung across his legs in a most undignified way and presented him with her bottom. She felt her face flush with embarrassment. Mr Larson did not comment on Layla’s outfit. He did not mention that she looked too ‘high street’ or that she ‘would have to do’, in fact, he did not comment on anything, and he drove them to the country estate in Surrey in silence. Good girl,” he murmured with excitement. “My good obedient girl. Do you want me to use these things on you?”Finally, although disclosing your kinks can bring up a lot of internalized shame and stigma for some people, remember that kink is actually quite normal: Studies estimate that about a third of the population has tried kink in some form or another, and even more people have fantasized about it. “Don’t preface [your request] with saying, ‘This is so crazy, and I’m so weird.’ Just confidently say what you’d like to try and what you’re into,” Zane suggests. “And if they’re not into it, don’t feel rejected. Don’t try to change their mind. Gracefully accept their boundary and try to find a middle ground of something you’d both be interested in exploring.” This might be easier said than done, but remember that there are plenty of kinks you can explore solo—such as sensation play, using nipple clamps, and some types of rope bondage—if your partner’s not into it, or if you don’t have (or don’t want) a partner. Types of kinky toys The blows stopped, and Mr Larson rubbed her bottom as she sobbed from the pain. He moved to sit at his desk. She remained bent over, as he had not commanded her to move. The day went faster than usual, and Layla became increasingly filled with dread. She barely touched her lunch. She had managed to complete a lot of work and had secured a new client for the company, over her lunch break no less, who would bring in a few thousand extra each month. She hoped Mr Larson would be pleased, and he would ease off her a little.

Whatever,” he grumbled, pulling the car onto a layby. Layla got out of the car and, leaving the door open, began to walk down the road. Mr Larson slammed the door and sped away. The next Wednesday, Mr Larson gave Layla a hard beating, since her bruising and soreness had faded. She moaned loudly as she became aroused, but Mr Larson made no attempt to pleasure her this time. He paddled her hard and used a strap like he had used on her first spanking. The first time he had used it, she had cried, but now she moaned. It still bit her skin, but she found the sensation thrilling. When he had finished, Mr Larson made her perform oral sex on him before shooing her out of his house.She sat on her chair. She could already feel her bottom burning at the thought of what was to come. She felt anxious, but she forced herself to concentrate on her work. She did not want to make her punishment worse by angering Mr Larson. It was after midnight, and Layla desperately wanted to sleep. She would habitually spend time watching TV when she got home, but she did not want to risk getting up late. Stand,” Mr Larson commanded. She obeyed, and Mr Larson removed her clothing. He pulled hard at her nipples and made them erect and swollen. Yes, sir,” she replied, grasping his leg as his hand stung her cheeks harder. His blows got heavier, and she gritted her teeth.