Taking a seat next to her, Tess carefully guided the prissy boy onto her lap to comfort him. He meant for us to remember them and used a slipper, belt, or anything else that stung. From my room, I could hear my sister crying as Mama completed her punishment. Pulling the sides of his diapers snugly together, Hazel slipped a pink safety pin through the cloth and snicked it closed. But if anything, instead of trying to assert his masculinity, Francis became more and more of a sissy as time went on. Jimmy blushed a little as she took him by the hand and helped him out of the playpen, guiding him back to his nursery down the hall. If anything, Francis became even more compliant and passive although he could still be fussy on occasion, much like any toddler who complains when his diapers are clammy and wet.
Strict Aunt spanking fantasy
I really think that many Readers and Members are not really certain about what it is they DO want!? I'm afraid you'll never get this dress off without Auntie's help, but why would you want to darling? It was me, and in these new pictures I was in Madge's bedroom, dusting, and going through her lingerie drawers! They had me back in those creamy, white satin panties with the delicate lace trim and the pretty blue satin bows on the front of the legs and at the waist and had also put me into a pair of white, open toed ankle strap pumps with six-inch heels that were tightly strapped to my feet. Tears welled up in my eyes and flowed freely down my cheeks, dampening the hair in my eyes, wetting the pillow that cradled my head. I lay panting in Mrs. He sent me to the corner.
Knickers reader letters
Finally I had someone to listen to my fears, to tend to my needs, to discipline me with love and support. I just felt the pounding resonate throughout my entire body. Anyways, onto the story! She unpinned the diaper as I stood there cringing, and held it pressed close to my face so I could smell my spunk and see the large wet stain in the pink satin lining.
The Rubber-knickered Governess
Description: I tried to talk but after being drugged, forcibly 'milked' and dressed like I was wobbling on the heels I was groggy from the experience. I had given into the pain and stopped struggling against the spanking. For a moment I didn't know where I was. He was naturally restrained in the traditional OTK stance.