I know that I will probably misbehave again and Master will have to correct me with a punishment spanking or something. Porn Then I started begging Master to stop. He set the slipper on the small table next to his chair and then patted his lap. But rather than reaching for me, he said curtly, “Go get the suitcase.”
The suitcase isn’t really a suitcase. And the feel of it was much sharper also. So Saturday morning I started doing everything I could to irritate Master. The bad news was that “start” meant that there would be more beyond the hand spanking. And I will set up the video cameras while I am doing it so that your spanking can be shown at the next gathering of Masters and slaves. He held it out for me to see and said, “The beauty of a slipper is that it can be used for everything from a light kiss to a severe beating.”
I gulped slightly and trembled a little in fear.
