Abel's spanking blog & stories
Sometimes the framework of a spanking plot reveals itself clearly, but the detail is somewhat imprecise. The gentleman in my dreams – the lord of some manor – had caught his young lady with her maid, both stark naked, indulging in the most unspeakably intimate of acts.
The maid would be sent to stand to the side of the room, to watch as he reached for the riding crop and thrashed his charge particularly thoroughly, whilst she bent over the foot of the four-poster bed. And then the master would ring the bell to summon the butler, and demand that the maid be taken downstairs and whipped most soundly.
Only I can’t quite work out: would his young lady be a daughter, a ward (sent to his care by some grateful relative) or his wife?
As Haron headed to the shower this morning, I reflected on a possible new definition:
Kinky household:
One in which, on a Saturday morning, the woman shaves and the man does not.
(Hold on. Don’t all our posts mention spanking? That’ll be happening in a few minutes, just as soon as she gets out of the shower
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