#slipper

[mystepmomspanksme]

Another Dissatisfied Bedtime

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The slipper is back once again 💀

Ink belongs to Myebi/comyet Error belongs to CrayonQueen

[liesbeths-slippers]

In all those years a little bit more off myself.

[spankingwishes2]

For an Embarrassing Enthusiasm

agbbswts2 wrote:

"After this trying day at work, I indeed wouldn't mind some 'service' for myself too.

But let me give you a thorough incentive slippering first.

I've got quality standards too after all. "

***

“You, ah, don’t really need to…” I reminded her.

“Don’t I?  I’m in the mood for your best work,” she replied, reaching down to remove her slipper.  I blushed bright red by her implication but she continued, making it explicit.  “If I roast your backside, your enthusiasm goes through the roof.  It gets a… a touch of desperation, almost.”

“Yes ma’am,’ I admitted, “I’m sorry, it’s inexcusable.  It just happens!”

“And your own arousal – to say that it’s, well, obvious, is quite the understatement,” she said with a slap of her slipper against her palm.  “True?  Or shall I check?’

“No need, ma’am, it’s true,” I confessed, shivering a bit as I shucked off my pants.

“I would be willing to bet,” she added slowly, “that even this little scolding has already aroused you much more than anyone would expect.  Much more than I would expect – if I didn’t know you better.”

“Yes’m,” I agreed, my blush deepening, the burn on my face extending down onto my chest.

“I put your face between my thighs and I think you're doing wonderful things… until I remember how you please me with a sore, hot bottom behind you!”

There was nothing I could say.

“What did you call it, this ridiculous level of excitement?  ‘Inexcusable’?”

“Yes’m.”

“What am I to do with someone so perpetually naughty?” she asked.

“You should spank them,” I suggested quietly.

“Whom?  I should spank whom?” she demanded.

“Me, ma’am.  I meant, you should spank me.”

“And for this level of naughtiness – this extraordinary level of naughtiness – what sort of spanking shall I give you?”

“Well, umm, hard, ma’am,” I conceded.

“And bare.”

“Of course, ma’am.”

“And long?”

“If you’d like, ma’am,” I offered.  “I don’t want to keep you waiting.”

“What I’d like,” she said in a scolding tone, accompanied by a ringing smack! against her palm.  “Is your best-ever service after I've had a long and difficult day – and experience has shown me that a thorough spanking provides the best incentive.”

“Yes, ma’am.  Of course, ma’am.”

“Perhaps later I will accept your less-inspired version… or in the morning.”

“Yes’m.”

“Or both.”

“Gladly, ma’am.”

“But for now I am content to wait – to delay (smack!) my own gratification in anticipation of the truly phenomenal pleasure you always provide me with once I have provided you with appropriate inspiration!”

With that she motioned me across her lap and I quickly complied.  No matter how expected, I couldn’t help but squeal under three sharp slaps on my bare cheeks as she settled me into position.

“I wasn’t wrong about your arousal,” she noted.

“No, ma’am, sorry, ma’am.” I yelled as she delivered some fiercely hard spanks.

“You’re right – I am impatient!  Maybe if I make this fast enough, we can be done a little sooner,” she said.  I had no comment as she peppered my bottom with sharp, stinging swats.  “Wouldn’t that be nice?” she inquired sweetly.

I nodded, tears already overflowing my eyes, verbally silent, recognizing that I had well-earned this richly-deserved punishment.  At some point, overcome, I would doubtless be reduced to begging and pleading – which would most likely be ignored, if she could even understand me at that point – but for now I set myself, though struggling, to receive my agonizing but much-merited physical admonishment with the same acceptance that I had my all-too-appropriate scolding.

“The paradox,” she observed as my spanking quickened and my non-verbal suffering increased in frequency, urgency, and volume, “Is that the discipline I try to provide…”  She paused her musings to slap down my thighs and lock down my flailing legs without easing her relentless rhythm.  “…that same discipline causes, actually leads to, the very naughtiness I am attempting to address!”

Unable to control my hands, I wrapped one around her calf while the other flew backward to be pinned by the wrist to the small of my back.

“Doesn’t it?” she asked, demanding a reply.

I nodded again, vigorously this time, my every motion a frantic, instinctive response to her rapid-fire spanks now solely targeting the tenderest spots of my now-immobile behind.  I continued to tense and clench without disturbing her aim in the slightest.

“If the… consequence… encourages the behavior rather than dissuading it – or, as you claim, triggers the response instead of suppressing it…”

“It might be better if, having recognized the situation, I just accept it, and later this evening, and bedtime, and morning – and other times, perhaps, I should pursue a course that facilitates this lovely naughty enthusiasm rather than reprimand it.

“Possibly with the help of the hairbrush…”

By this point I could not even shudder, my movements, such as they were, entirely in response to the scalding smacks of her ever-stinging smacks.

“And if I’m going to do that…” she resumed, “I don’t need to wait any longer for my first round of your delightful service!”

With this conclusion she quickly untangled our limbs and nearly dumped me off her lap as she stood.  “Now!” she commanded, reaching under her uniform to almost tear her pantyhose off her hips and legs before reseating herself on the edge of the chair.

Pulling my head in even tighter between her rapidly-widening thighs, she demanded “Drench my pussy in those tears!” even as I discovered that she was already flooded.

[nightmaresabsolutesimp]

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