Only you can gag me, because I do not take out the word.
Only you can blindfold, so you can see better.
Only you can tie me up, for free.
Only you can hit me, why do you do for really touch me.
Welcome to my life Designer of Dreams oxymorons.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Baby Coughing All Month
Only you can gag me, because I do not take out the word.
Only you can blindfold, so you can see better.
Only you can tie me up, for free.
Only you can hit me, why do you do for really touch me.
Welcome to my life Designer of Dreams oxymorons.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Cake Boss Recipe For Buttercream Frosting
Wanted Santa
To be sincere sincere sincere, everything I do except watch the computer screen. I should not have access to Fb, or wandering sites crammed with attractive perversions.
Should I have my nose glued to the books to support the last exam of my life.
Then, no more teachers, no more questions, no more lessons. Nothing + schoolgirl spanked by failing to achieve the highest marks. Nothing + phrases like: "Give me a little 'check your manual" - "But you go to class?" "You arrived late? Are you studying?" and I weigh a lot, because me are repeated so many times by myself, in my mind, in the darkness of my room that the first time that L. The ordering them, believed to be plunged into one of my usual daydreaming.
not know if I'm ready for anything that ... maybe I could get to rewrite them for the third time at the university and prolong my insane youth, ghghgh ... or grow. I do not know.
fact is that to grow I do not see much there, and indeed like every Christmas I will take them from the irrepressible imagination of Pope 'Christmas .
him down the chimney. It's cold outside, so cold that even penguins have frozen my ass, and he arrives with his hot hot red dress, and his big, thick black belt.
Everything is like the best representations of those mushy squares of Northern Europe: the snow out lit tree inside, and milk and biscuits placed on display to give more generous welcome to the old world.
Then I, I have not slept, or rather I listen, because this Santa I just want to see it, and it's so exciting to stay awake at night when you feel great, "Look, if you do not sleep, this year is not to bring gifts. "
It finally arrives, I rush into the living room and see that it supports the presents, then, that stops here, feel my presence!
She looks at me puzzled and then kindly, and sits on the couch.
He sits on the couch with his hand does "pat pat" on his fat Gambone, and I explode with joy, because I can sit in the lap of Santa Claus.
Can I talk to him, ask him a lot of stupid things, and meet my every single morbidity! (Type if it is true that the witch broom and his aides if they are gay, or just the tights fetish)
Santa Claus tells me many things, that is a very nice person, that the world would be worse without me and is happy to bring me gifts every year, but then 'I said' You're a good girl, but not enough ... you know after all the gifts that I bring you should act better, you know what it would take? "and so, After this brief allusion, I smear on her knees like Nutella on bread, and slowly begins to fill of spanking my ass sounding.
But not content to blush through the piles of pajamas (which I have, but in my lust yes), but decides to drop his pants, and after many many spanking on the panties down those too, to make me red skin as the fire is crackling joins to my sobs and cries of disapproval.
I never got to think that the belt is loose. Think rationally, I would take the shot both buttocks and inspires me a lot, but I have always taken the view that the city's falling off his pants, and show so horrible mutant of tartan, the wife of Dad's Christmas Buy purpose, just because her husband is not attractive to the forest of pain Lolite grown like me, who could meet in his travels ...
And here the dream is shattered.
PS: If I had my man .. cmq I make this request after year .. I'd come up with 'I'm fucking red dress on ... to the wise .... :-D 
To be sincere sincere sincere, everything I do except watch the computer screen. I should not have access to Fb, or wandering sites crammed with attractive perversions.
Should I have my nose glued to the books to support the last exam of my life.
Then, no more teachers, no more questions, no more lessons. Nothing + schoolgirl spanked by failing to achieve the highest marks. Nothing + phrases like: "Give me a little 'check your manual" - "But you go to class?" "You arrived late? Are you studying?" and I weigh a lot, because me are repeated so many times by myself, in my mind, in the darkness of my room that the first time that L. The ordering them, believed to be plunged into one of my usual daydreaming.
not know if I'm ready for anything that ... maybe I could get to rewrite them for the third time at the university and prolong my insane youth, ghghgh ... or grow. I do not know.
fact is that to grow I do not see much there, and indeed like every Christmas I will take them from the irrepressible imagination of Pope 'Christmas .
him down the chimney. It's cold outside, so cold that even penguins have frozen my ass, and he arrives with his hot hot red dress, and his big, thick black belt.
Everything is like the best representations of those mushy squares of Northern Europe: the snow out lit tree inside, and milk and biscuits placed on display to give more generous welcome to the old world.
Then I, I have not slept, or rather I listen, because this Santa I just want to see it, and it's so exciting to stay awake at night when you feel great, "Look, if you do not sleep, this year is not to bring gifts. "
It finally arrives, I rush into the living room and see that it supports the presents, then, that stops here, feel my presence!
She looks at me puzzled and then kindly, and sits on the couch.
He sits on the couch with his hand does "pat pat" on his fat Gambone, and I explode with joy, because I can sit in the lap of Santa Claus.
Can I talk to him, ask him a lot of stupid things, and meet my every single morbidity! (Type if it is true that the witch broom and his aides if they are gay, or just the tights fetish)
Santa Claus tells me many things, that is a very nice person, that the world would be worse without me and is happy to bring me gifts every year, but then 'I said' You're a good girl, but not enough ... you know after all the gifts that I bring you should act better, you know what it would take? "and so, After this brief allusion, I smear on her knees like Nutella on bread, and slowly begins to fill of spanking my ass sounding.
But not content to blush through the piles of pajamas (which I have, but in my lust yes), but decides to drop his pants, and after many many spanking on the panties down those too, to make me red skin as the fire is crackling joins to my sobs and cries of disapproval.
I never got to think that the belt is loose. Think rationally, I would take the shot both buttocks and inspires me a lot, but I have always taken the view that the city's falling off his pants, and show so horrible mutant of tartan, the wife of Dad's Christmas Buy purpose, just because her husband is not attractive to the forest of pain Lolite grown like me, who could meet in his travels ...
And here the dream is shattered.
PS: If I had my man .. cmq I make this request after year .. I'd come up with 'I'm fucking red dress on ... to the wise .... :-D
Monday, November 16, 2009
Rollerskating Party Favors
FACCIALIBRO DAMN! :-)
"Why dare me again?"
L. was behind me. I stroked her head, her hair. I was sitting with a stack of three biscuits soaked in milk biscuit and cocoa, when they hear her voice a shiver goes through my back, "But who the fuck you challenge Lu ????". I ask puzzled.
L. I pulled my arm and I find myself while standing in front of him, "BLOBH" sink cookies in my milk.
Actually I know what it refers to. He is annoyed because on FB as a joke I asked to be taken .. and of course, a joke-a lot of friends responded to my request in the affirmative.
hugged me suddenly.
When I embraced it, enveloping his arms, pressing my face into his chest, I feel so small. It is not just a psychological thing, he is much bigger than me, much higher.
disappears into his arms, makes me feel protected by a loving embrace, and at the same time
totally in his wet nurse.
He leaned over me and whispered in his ear: "Now we solve this thing that you want to take from others."
I was detached from its warm embrace and told me to put me face the wall.
to face the wall in truth I like a mess because I can feel my heart galloping up in his throat, blood and temples that pulsate wildly.
I stood facing the wall, his hands on his head, as usual.
But he said: "Throw down pants and panties, and her arms behind her back."
When I went to unbutton my jeans my hands were shaking.
How many hundreds of times have I done?
Yet I always get excited.
He knows, he knows the preferential ways that bring me excitement, and take secure.
I lowered just enough to discover the buttocks.
Then wait.
I feel that slips off the belt she's wearing.
My heart beats a few shots less, and I'm choking with excitement. His silence
intoxicates me like the sound of leather that slips through the loops of his pants.
is coming back to me, to my ear, I speak in a low voice: "Do you want to take you by others?".
I have a lump in my throat, are nailed to the wall with his eyes.
I repeated the question, and I say, "No. It was a joke."
He slides his hands along my hips, down a little ' my clothes. Clings to me, I can feel him, feel his breath.
He slides his hands under my shirt and shakes my breasts. Forte. And bump.
"Whose tits are these flowers?" he asks.
I do not answer.
His hands are back over my hips, "And this ass of those flowers?".
Finally, look for my sex, over and over again puts his fingers inside me, "and these flowers, whose is it?".
It 's been so slow that I think I was facing the wall for 20 years, groped me, to hear his voice low.
And then, everything has changed, so grabbed me and rushed me to the bedroom door. I slam face down, and my legs off the bed system.
A series of strikes me strap your ass unceremoniously. Beginning to scurry, my legs are not without a second, L. strikes me as if to impress upon me the sign of its passage.
Then he stops.
"Flower of who you are?"
I would say that its totally the USA, that everything that is mine is yours, of course, clearly, without any doubt the USA, not only my body but especially my mind, which is always full of him. But I say nothing, something stops me ... perhaps that is just a joke, maybe the fact that I resent the fact I do not know very well ... and so a win another round of belt. Strips of red and painful.
And then, you riferma. Touches my skin, I feel her fingers to read about me.
"I want to hear Flower." It is a shocking blow
lighter than others.
And I will unlock everything.
"ARE YOU!" I tell him.
I get another shot, and asks me to repeat it. Many, many times. Then I see
precipitated his belt on the bed, his fingers on my skin again, to grab me by the hair. Compels me to follow him pulling my hair. I get out of bed to find myself in front of her sex, kneeling.
It reconciles me leaning in my ear: "I do not want a cigarette holder of yours, I want to fuck with your mouth. Do you understand? ".
I nod. I sank in the mouth, in and out at will, blocking my head with the hand that has twisted my hair and every yank the skin hurts.
I can not even keep up with him, I can not breathe regularly, I can not do anything, they are immersed in trans, until it comes loose from me and I him.
It helps me get up and kiss me, kiss me lips that feel irritated that I feel have taste, and kisses me all over the face, while his hands are back to my sex. I seem to explode, I seem to be on the edge of orgasm for too long. or join them, or to lose forever.
L.
me up on my stomach down on the bed, his hands inside me emerge wet strip on me, I already know what he wants to do.
I take back without ceremony, I'm screaming, I'm panting, I would enjoy, I feel my ass hot fresh on his belly, I feel damn her.
Ps: I had to throw
milk and biscuits L.
your fault! 
"Why dare me again?"
L. was behind me. I stroked her head, her hair. I was sitting with a stack of three biscuits soaked in milk biscuit and cocoa, when they hear her voice a shiver goes through my back, "But who the fuck you challenge Lu ????". I ask puzzled.
L. I pulled my arm and I find myself while standing in front of him, "BLOBH" sink cookies in my milk.
Actually I know what it refers to. He is annoyed because on FB as a joke I asked to be taken .. and of course, a joke-a lot of friends responded to my request in the affirmative.
hugged me suddenly.
When I embraced it, enveloping his arms, pressing my face into his chest, I feel so small. It is not just a psychological thing, he is much bigger than me, much higher.
disappears into his arms, makes me feel protected by a loving embrace, and at the same time
totally in his wet nurse.
He leaned over me and whispered in his ear: "Now we solve this thing that you want to take from others."
I was detached from its warm embrace and told me to put me face the wall.
to face the wall in truth I like a mess because I can feel my heart galloping up in his throat, blood and temples that pulsate wildly.
I stood facing the wall, his hands on his head, as usual.
But he said: "Throw down pants and panties, and her arms behind her back."
When I went to unbutton my jeans my hands were shaking.
How many hundreds of times have I done?
Yet I always get excited.
He knows, he knows the preferential ways that bring me excitement, and take secure.
I lowered just enough to discover the buttocks.
Then wait.
I feel that slips off the belt she's wearing.
My heart beats a few shots less, and I'm choking with excitement. His silence
intoxicates me like the sound of leather that slips through the loops of his pants.
is coming back to me, to my ear, I speak in a low voice: "Do you want to take you by others?".
I have a lump in my throat, are nailed to the wall with his eyes.
I repeated the question, and I say, "No. It was a joke."
He slides his hands along my hips, down a little ' my clothes. Clings to me, I can feel him, feel his breath.
He slides his hands under my shirt and shakes my breasts. Forte. And bump.
"Whose tits are these flowers?" he asks.
I do not answer.
His hands are back over my hips, "And this ass of those flowers?".
Finally, look for my sex, over and over again puts his fingers inside me, "and these flowers, whose is it?".
It 's been so slow that I think I was facing the wall for 20 years, groped me, to hear his voice low.
And then, everything has changed, so grabbed me and rushed me to the bedroom door. I slam face down, and my legs off the bed system.
A series of strikes me strap your ass unceremoniously. Beginning to scurry, my legs are not without a second, L. strikes me as if to impress upon me the sign of its passage.
Then he stops.
"Flower of who you are?"
I would say that its totally the USA, that everything that is mine is yours, of course, clearly, without any doubt the USA, not only my body but especially my mind, which is always full of him. But I say nothing, something stops me ... perhaps that is just a joke, maybe the fact that I resent the fact I do not know very well ... and so a win another round of belt. Strips of red and painful.
And then, you riferma. Touches my skin, I feel her fingers to read about me.
"I want to hear Flower." It is a shocking blow
lighter than others.
And I will unlock everything.
"ARE YOU!" I tell him.
I get another shot, and asks me to repeat it. Many, many times. Then I see
precipitated his belt on the bed, his fingers on my skin again, to grab me by the hair. Compels me to follow him pulling my hair. I get out of bed to find myself in front of her sex, kneeling.
It reconciles me leaning in my ear: "I do not want a cigarette holder of yours, I want to fuck with your mouth. Do you understand? ".
I nod. I sank in the mouth, in and out at will, blocking my head with the hand that has twisted my hair and every yank the skin hurts.
I can not even keep up with him, I can not breathe regularly, I can not do anything, they are immersed in trans, until it comes loose from me and I him.
It helps me get up and kiss me, kiss me lips that feel irritated that I feel have taste, and kisses me all over the face, while his hands are back to my sex. I seem to explode, I seem to be on the edge of orgasm for too long. or join them, or to lose forever.
L.
me up on my stomach down on the bed, his hands inside me emerge wet strip on me, I already know what he wants to do.
I take back without ceremony, I'm screaming, I'm panting, I would enjoy, I feel my ass hot fresh on his belly, I feel damn her.
Ps: I had to throw milk and biscuits L.
your fault!
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Is It Normal To Get Period Pains When Pregnant
to peel a hot potato, that is, full hair! A path
Where is this story that we have shaved pussy?
worry, we do not have to thank Hugh Hefner in the pages of his magazine that he let us know that "the fur is more beautiful without Topina" nor Paris Hilton tries to clear the groin waxing full for several years now, but fortunately this is an issue that arises in far more places in America so plastic and explicit sex.
We must go back to the French novels of the end 700 800 begin to know that the girls wore "fashionable Parisian pussy."
Or the gentleman who managed to slip his hand under the skirts of his many albums, he found a soft and smooth paste, which was arranged so easily get your fingers in the most hidden in the flower of the lucky girl.
a practice born cunning sensuality of French women.
I still think that the erotic French is unparalleled.
They stop to detail, and make the characters, unlike the Italians who prefer the result to form. Well, this literally speaking. I would never dare to pronounce on sexual diversity among nations, seeing where I was born to fuck you the standard is in the toilet of a pub - and only on Saturday-by a stranger who takes courage after the twelfth Guinness of the evening!
But back to smooth passerine, who frequents the underwater world of BDSM & Co. definitely has a preference for smoothing complete.
For myself, I began to shave as soon as I took possession of my body, that is around 16 years. Before depilatory creams, rasaio then, then - finally-waxing. That on my own is still the best solution ... waiting to pick a more definitive way.
The need to eradicate every hair from my sex, creed born of the fact that the hair growth marks the transition of childhood to adulthood. "Well-you-now nature says you can procreate. Do not make the child more, but you can make a baby."
And this, dear Nature, let me say that I do not like at all.
So once a month, a step to my beautician sadistic, restore the order of things and go back to the fourteen "impubescente" ever.
Most spankee and slaves, and slaves who know, practice total hair removal. It 's a symbol of ownership that is usually appreciated by the Sun
I think it's also much nicer to see a butterfly without hair. But beyond my personal preferences, the absence of hair, leaves nothing to the imagination, it is totally exposed to the eyes and the will of their masters, and once again I think it is a strong sign of membership worth bring to tangibly demonstrate his own being. 
Where is this story that we have shaved pussy?
worry, we do not have to thank Hugh Hefner in the pages of his magazine that he let us know that "the fur is more beautiful without Topina" nor Paris Hilton tries to clear the groin waxing full for several years now, but fortunately this is an issue that arises in far more places in America so plastic and explicit sex.
We must go back to the French novels of the end 700 800 begin to know that the girls wore "fashionable Parisian pussy."
Or the gentleman who managed to slip his hand under the skirts of his many albums, he found a soft and smooth paste, which was arranged so easily get your fingers in the most hidden in the flower of the lucky girl.
a practice born cunning sensuality of French women.
I still think that the erotic French is unparalleled.
They stop to detail, and make the characters, unlike the Italians who prefer the result to form. Well, this literally speaking. I would never dare to pronounce on sexual diversity among nations, seeing where I was born to fuck you the standard is in the toilet of a pub - and only on Saturday-by a stranger who takes courage after the twelfth Guinness of the evening!
But back to smooth passerine, who frequents the underwater world of BDSM & Co. definitely has a preference for smoothing complete.
For myself, I began to shave as soon as I took possession of my body, that is around 16 years. Before depilatory creams, rasaio then, then - finally-waxing. That on my own is still the best solution ... waiting to pick a more definitive way.
The need to eradicate every hair from my sex, creed born of the fact that the hair growth marks the transition of childhood to adulthood. "Well-you-now nature says you can procreate. Do not make the child more, but you can make a baby."
And this, dear Nature, let me say that I do not like at all.
So once a month, a step to my beautician sadistic, restore the order of things and go back to the fourteen "impubescente" ever.
Most spankee and slaves, and slaves who know, practice total hair removal. It 's a symbol of ownership that is usually appreciated by the Sun
I think it's also much nicer to see a butterfly without hair. But beyond my personal preferences, the absence of hair, leaves nothing to the imagination, it is totally exposed to the eyes and the will of their masters, and once again I think it is a strong sign of membership worth bring to tangibly demonstrate his own being.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Table Decoration Baby Christening
punitive
Finally today I could get my biancheriaaa! Indeed
7 days ago I was taken away permission to wear it. Together
order not to eat sweets. I look silly
deprivation, but for me they are significant.
I hate not wearing panties.
Hear my sex without protection, without the "custody" that separates it from everything else makes me feel incredibly naked. Even when I'm naked wearing thick jeans.
The good girls wear panties, and feel the soft folds of my lips hidden rub on the tissues of my clothing makes me remember not to be neither a child nor good .. and do not like.
I always thought that sense the presence of my sex I do not like. It makes me feel great, and I like it even less. I want to be small forever.
also go to the grocery store, a walk, a dinner out, and it had no underwear makes me feel embarrassed. And embarrassment, leads me to turn me on. I always feel that people know that I have no panties and bra. I end up getting wet all the time ... and swim around without panties ... + is still embarrassing ... In short .. VICIOUS CYCLE ... THE USUAL!
This week has been really difficult. I had several things to serve that have been transformed into a punishment rather inflexible, and 7 days of permanent punishment.
When I arrived at the home of L. , I already expected the first surprise (or, sent me to bed without dinner.
It 's a most terrible thing, why go to bed at 8 is boring, and being alone in Latvian, when you feel that your man in another part of the house continues to make his life, I found it humiliating.
E 'was the first and hopefully last, time.
In TV there was still the news, which already came to me one crying. I'm back in the dining room then, and open the door caused me because I felt the heartbeat of disobeying an order received.
L. took me in his arms, comforted me crouched over him, but then he returned to bed.
the morning when I woke up I was dying from hunger and L. asked me to make coffee. As there seemed to me pulled a beautiful air, Did I prepared, and I prepared all the breakfast.
For me, I did not take nothing, preferring to wait until L. give me an indication ... but did not offer even half biscuit. In
+ if they came out with the phrase: "Now resets the kitchen, please."
I thought it was just too much and I said "Look, I'm not your maid, you can do it alone!" At that point E_e
L. took me by the arm and led me into the living room, saying that apparently the time had come to punish me because I had an empty stomach irritating behavior (I?? XD).
Really for me it was time ... vabbhe, details, I guess!
:-) The thing that amazes me and I'm gonna always, is the amount of time that a dedicated Sun to his sub. Stay
had a decidedly unusual. It was turned into a real path punitive. He must have spent a lot 'of time thinking about how to fix it. Frankly
see so many tools here and there around the room, rather than lead to worry about my ass, I did fall prey to a wave of pleasure that is almost completely broken between my legs. This has benefited me because the first shots were easy to hold +, as I was intoxicated by the libido. The earnest air of the room and L. I caused shivers of pleasure over the skin.
L. I did get my hands on a chair where he had supported a wooden paddle, and that has made burst 50 rounds on my pajamas.
I finally did get up, and told me that the room there were 7 other tools that avebbero impact on my butt so many times in order to resolve the issue of my misdeeds, once and for all. (Luuuunga a long series that shit, in fact!)
After the wooden paddle, I slipped on my pants, and I did enjoy the paddle of wood and brush, for a total of 100 strokes. Usually not easily whimper but the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving more than half of + instruments to be passed made me want to cry, especially because L. kept telling me that tired of having to add my mistakes :-( anyway .. and the heat began definitely to be heard!
After the brush I'm definitely panties. I have been fashion shows, with the promise that I would not have magazines very soon. :-(
L. said I could consider myself as a punishment for the whole week, and that anytime he wanted to correct myself, did not want scrapes on her hands and the skin of my ass. Sobh!
As I explained this' Last complication, I did put the basin on the arm of the sofa, where there was a wooden spoon. Stare armrest embarrasses me to death. I feel exposed, and despite having just behind my boyfriend, I always feel my way the decency to rebel.
On the other hand I could listen to him, as few seconds after I did nothing but jump at every stroke. More than once I asked him to slow down, but his body is leaning on me and on my arm so I could not protect + my buttocks and hit freely.
administration of the strap and the belt have been walking for health than the rest ... maybe because it was now totally numb! :-D
The problem did not arise even in front of the beaters. I did place his hands on the wall and pull out very well on my poor ass deep red.
Before me the first shot but we passed on the hand. I tried to turn around, I could see him between the eyes flooded with tears. I always feel that the face of L. is different when playing. It is he who comes in the part of punishing, it's like having to do with another L.
In the end, took me to the center of the room and took the dog whistle of the air.
I was ordered to take the ankles and not to move. I felt the cane on my butt burned slowly move, calibrate the spaces and move without crying I said "No, you pregoooo. Honestly 50 strokes of a dog, I would not have never governed. Psychologically but also physically.
He booted a shot. Then
supported the dog on the couch.
took me and made me kneel on the floor, always there in the middle of the living room. It is bent on me, and I whispered in his ear a lot of things. On him, on me, on my behavior.
One in particular made me burst into tears and left me so in the room alone.
I was completely emptied. Drained and exhausted, and new, and purer than before.
When I'm sick of being alone I got up to go to the kitchen, and L. hugged me, sank my hands into my aching buttocks and our tongues began searching.
PS.: Yes, I sat for a mess of time! 
Finally today I could get my biancheriaaa! Indeed
7 days ago I was taken away permission to wear it. Together
order not to eat sweets. I look silly
deprivation, but for me they are significant.
I hate not wearing panties.
Hear my sex without protection, without the "custody" that separates it from everything else makes me feel incredibly naked. Even when I'm naked wearing thick jeans.
The good girls wear panties, and feel the soft folds of my lips hidden rub on the tissues of my clothing makes me remember not to be neither a child nor good .. and do not like.
I always thought that sense the presence of my sex I do not like. It makes me feel great, and I like it even less. I want to be small forever.
also go to the grocery store, a walk, a dinner out, and it had no underwear makes me feel embarrassed. And embarrassment, leads me to turn me on. I always feel that people know that I have no panties and bra. I end up getting wet all the time ... and swim around without panties ... + is still embarrassing ... In short .. VICIOUS CYCLE ... THE USUAL!
This week has been really difficult. I had several things to serve that have been transformed into a punishment rather inflexible, and 7 days of permanent punishment.
When I arrived at the home of L. , I already expected the first surprise (or, sent me to bed without dinner.
It 's a most terrible thing, why go to bed at 8 is boring, and being alone in Latvian, when you feel that your man in another part of the house continues to make his life, I found it humiliating.
E 'was the first and hopefully last, time.
In TV there was still the news, which already came to me one crying. I'm back in the dining room then, and open the door caused me because I felt the heartbeat of disobeying an order received.
L. took me in his arms, comforted me crouched over him, but then he returned to bed.
the morning when I woke up I was dying from hunger and L. asked me to make coffee. As there seemed to me pulled a beautiful air, Did I prepared, and I prepared all the breakfast.
For me, I did not take nothing, preferring to wait until L. give me an indication ... but did not offer even half biscuit. In
+ if they came out with the phrase: "Now resets the kitchen, please."
I thought it was just too much and I said "Look, I'm not your maid, you can do it alone!" At that point E_e
L. took me by the arm and led me into the living room, saying that apparently the time had come to punish me because I had an empty stomach irritating behavior (I?? XD).
Really for me it was time ... vabbhe, details, I guess!
:-) The thing that amazes me and I'm gonna always, is the amount of time that a dedicated Sun to his sub. Stay
had a decidedly unusual. It was turned into a real path punitive. He must have spent a lot 'of time thinking about how to fix it. Frankly
see so many tools here and there around the room, rather than lead to worry about my ass, I did fall prey to a wave of pleasure that is almost completely broken between my legs. This has benefited me because the first shots were easy to hold +, as I was intoxicated by the libido. The earnest air of the room and L. I caused shivers of pleasure over the skin.
L. I did get my hands on a chair where he had supported a wooden paddle, and that has made burst 50 rounds on my pajamas.
I finally did get up, and told me that the room there were 7 other tools that avebbero impact on my butt so many times in order to resolve the issue of my misdeeds, once and for all. (Luuuunga a long series that shit, in fact!)
After the wooden paddle, I slipped on my pants, and I did enjoy the paddle of wood and brush, for a total of 100 strokes. Usually not easily whimper but the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving more than half of + instruments to be passed made me want to cry, especially because L. kept telling me that tired of having to add my mistakes :-( anyway .. and the heat began definitely to be heard!
After the brush I'm definitely panties. I have been fashion shows, with the promise that I would not have magazines very soon. :-(
L. said I could consider myself as a punishment for the whole week, and that anytime he wanted to correct myself, did not want scrapes on her hands and the skin of my ass. Sobh!
As I explained this' Last complication, I did put the basin on the arm of the sofa, where there was a wooden spoon. Stare armrest embarrasses me to death. I feel exposed, and despite having just behind my boyfriend, I always feel my way the decency to rebel.
On the other hand I could listen to him, as few seconds after I did nothing but jump at every stroke. More than once I asked him to slow down, but his body is leaning on me and on my arm so I could not protect + my buttocks and hit freely.
administration of the strap and the belt have been walking for health than the rest ... maybe because it was now totally numb! :-D
The problem did not arise even in front of the beaters. I did place his hands on the wall and pull out very well on my poor ass deep red.
Before me the first shot but we passed on the hand. I tried to turn around, I could see him between the eyes flooded with tears. I always feel that the face of L. is different when playing. It is he who comes in the part of punishing, it's like having to do with another L.
In the end, took me to the center of the room and took the dog whistle of the air.
I was ordered to take the ankles and not to move. I felt the cane on my butt burned slowly move, calibrate the spaces and move without crying I said "No, you pregoooo. Honestly 50 strokes of a dog, I would not have never governed. Psychologically but also physically.
He booted a shot. Then
supported the dog on the couch.
took me and made me kneel on the floor, always there in the middle of the living room. It is bent on me, and I whispered in his ear a lot of things. On him, on me, on my behavior.
One in particular made me burst into tears and left me so in the room alone.
I was completely emptied. Drained and exhausted, and new, and purer than before.
When I'm sick of being alone I got up to go to the kitchen, and L. hugged me, sank my hands into my aching buttocks and our tongues began searching.
PS.: Yes, I sat for a mess of time!
Thursday, October 1, 2009
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questions, interpellation, Motions and odg.
topic question raised by our Council Chamber Group: Safety and quality of life in Bussoleno
The inhabitants of the Old Town of Bussoleno (Via W. Fontan, Mill Lane, Piazzetta della Forca and neighboring streets) complain of severe hardship due to the continued presence of groups people, young and old, that in the early evening hours, especially evening and night "liven up" the areas mentioned above with:
noises and shouting
throwing objects at those who seek to restore peace
insults too heavy
spitting
well as continue the work begun several years ago, dirty with writing, drawings and graffiti than the facades of houses, some of which are subject to just painting.
With this question we are asking the Mayor:
what measures will implement in order to restore a civil standard of living in the country if this Administration
intends to take steps to bring the police station in Bussoleno
if so, what action is taking and with what timing.
ask that this be given oral answer, shall be recorded during the first City Council.
Replied the mayor saying he was aware of this serious situation.
intend to install cameras in Piazza della Forca Street and Fontan in addition to the railway underpass.
Await cost estimates.
Regarding the police station, identified as stable Collegino which, according to the Mayor at the request of the parent company of Go Bussoleno, it seems a viable solution for the Police and the Sisters who, tired of the continuing acts of vandalism, apparently not wishing to rent and sell the building.
When I asked to know which is the percentage of completion of this hypothesis, I was told 80%.
2 nd Annual variation . He reported to the Deputy Mayor
listing some figures that change from chapter to the Financial Forecast. Since
interventions purely "technical" Our group has abstained from voting.
Check on balancing budgets and program implementation.
He reported to the Deputy Mayor Rifle.
The intervention of our Council Chamber Group has highlighted the paucity of interventions in the three-year plan attached to the Public Works Budget and Budget as the same was a transitional budget straddling the municipal elections.
We have noted how, according to the Head of Finance and the Auditors, the budget is in balance and how the Stability Pact is, until now respected.
That's why we voted for.
Convention between Val della Torre and Bussoleno to the town clerk.
E 'was proposed as the new Secretary Municipal Dr. Rocca.
Our group voted in favor.
Municipal Regulations for the sale of property.
He reported to the Deputy Mayor Rifle.
With our action we have shown that, in our opinion, were not so urgent to draw up these rules (in the past the majority of CC showed its intention to dispose of only the building of the old library), but was no longer necessary to review the Rules for the Supply of Goods and Services which, according to Councillor Bollea is obsolete.
however, convinced that everything is regulated and can only see clearly in favor, voted in favor.
housing plan.
Regional Law 20, which incorporates the national one, has been applied almost entirely in the territory Bussoleno.
some changes have been made to cancel the possibility of exceeding the height under the Plan and to harmonize our actions.
Our group has responded favorably to this decision and pointed out how the new Master Plan and the housing plan may finally unlock a stagnant for years and make up work for professionals and craftsmen in the area.
We voted in favor.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
How Long Does Moet Last
of September 28, 2009 September 14, 2009 the City Council and ask questions submitted
Announcement of powers granted to Councillors .
It is an acknowledgment and therefore is not proceeded to vote.
There were no intervention on our part
Election Municipal Election Commission.
Given the number of members of the minority that did not allow the election by the minority member of that it's right, we said let's choose the mayor, who chose the lottery.
Casel is the name chosen at random.
Designation of City Council representatives on advisory committees for agriculture.
We had the same behavior of the previous resolution.
questions, interpellation, Motions and odg.
were presented for discussion in order of date of receipt to the local protocol.
Bussoleno Try:
inconvenience caused by the cave of St. Basil the villages in the locality of the inverse of Bussoleno. Replied
Assessor Bollea Soffredini assistance of an advisor, Bollea said that there is an agreement between the City and Quarry St. Basil, the Convention is respected by the parties.
E 'was made a long disquisition on a French study, which places limits on the noise and the Quarry St. Basil will be subject to compliance with those limits.
E 'was also emphasized by the majority that ARPA has repeatedly carried out checks on compliance with the limits.
E 'were reminded that it is important that inspections are carried out, maybe "surprise".
The intervention of the parent company of Go Bussoleno actions served only to point out that it is not just the excess noise levels but also dust.
Construction of a shopping center to the edge of the City of Chianocco Bussoleno.
Replied the Vice Mayor rifle that he recalled how during the past administration there was an attempt by the City of Chianocco not to make yet another shopping center, presenting the plight of traffic that would be created, which did not attempt experienced no results.
Rifle recalled that years ago given to the error of assessment for which we now find ourselves in a situation that no provision for intervention by neighboring municipalities.
In his opinion it is necessary to work on the current network of small and medium distribution.
alienation of the former city library building. He reported to the Deputy Mayor
rifle which ruled that there is still interest in buying the property by the Cooperative "The People".
It says there are contacts between the City Administration el'ATC, who seems interested in buying, in order to obtain housing units.
The amount of the sale seems more interesting than the first attempt rejected by the former alienation City Council.
Restructuring Elementary School of Forest.
Among the items on the agenda of the Council there was a change in the budget for the renovation of the School.
L 'interpellation was then withdrawn.
Implementation of TAV / TAC.
Replied Mayor Allasio, after a disquisition on the "mountain trails" and how to follow them, reiterated the absolute majority of the opposition to the creation of the work.
InFormaLavoro and Youth Information Service.
E 'was withdrawn the challenge.
Go Bussoleno
Redemption of 7% Enel bills. He responded with
a long technical assistance Whip Sobra.
His research led him to a group of neighborhood politics and Grillo, in his opinion, this is an attempt to dispute against Enel, whose outcome is by no means obvious.
He also questioned the amount of € 10 required to initiate the cause.
The City does not intend to take this action.
Contribution for snow removal.
Replied the Mayor that, further to our question, it was concerned and found a "mistake" in sending a fax.
The reimbursement amounted to 7,000 Euro will be so by the end of September.
Business Development.
Replied the Vice Mayor Rifle, who gave all his help in working majority and opposition.
has given the green light to our request to establish a Standing Committee on productive activities and, at our request, we determined the time by October 2009.
recognition of excellent craftsmen. He responded to questions related to the Assessor
Bollea, who, declaring the difficulty and the state of the Regulation of Services and Supplies, has made a commitment to review the same and to provide evidence of preference for regional excellence Craftsmen.
housing plan.
Answered Assessor Bollea the question, pointing out that the limited duration of the housing plan, in 2010, said the administration's intention to implement it, in terms of law and that is by September 30 with some changes to the heights.
1, budgetary changes.
This is a mortgage of 250,000 Euros for the completion of the restructuring of the school of forest (seismic retrofitting). The parent company of Go
Bussoleno voted in favor.
Variation of the PRG for the construction of three roundabouts along Via Montgenevre.
It is made compatible with the existing Master Plan implementation the third round. The parent company of Go
Bussoleno voted in favor.
Variation of the PRG for identification of areas for services to the Valley of the aqueduct system.
As before it was necessary to make compatible the plan in force with the transformation of an area in services area for the water system of the valley.
The intervention of the parent company of Go Bussoleno has shown that, are not known to the political motivations that led to the decision to build the aqueduct trough and therefore, it is a final resolution of the process, believes it is useful to know the initial parts history.
Councillor Bollea, has agreed with the minority to withdraw the resolution and, more exploration resubmit it to the discussion.
Convention for the Dissolution of the Municipal Secretariat with the City of Buttigliera Alta.
The parent company of Go Bussoleno, thanking Dr. Gatti for a job well done, voted in favor. 
Announcement of powers granted to Councillors .
It is an acknowledgment and therefore is not proceeded to vote.
There were no intervention on our part
Election Municipal Election Commission.
Given the number of members of the minority that did not allow the election by the minority member of that it's right, we said let's choose the mayor, who chose the lottery.
Casel is the name chosen at random.
Designation of City Council representatives on advisory committees for agriculture.
We had the same behavior of the previous resolution.
questions, interpellation, Motions and odg.
were presented for discussion in order of date of receipt to the local protocol.
Bussoleno Try:
inconvenience caused by the cave of St. Basil the villages in the locality of the inverse of Bussoleno. Replied
Assessor Bollea Soffredini assistance of an advisor, Bollea said that there is an agreement between the City and Quarry St. Basil, the Convention is respected by the parties.
E 'was made a long disquisition on a French study, which places limits on the noise and the Quarry St. Basil will be subject to compliance with those limits.
E 'was also emphasized by the majority that ARPA has repeatedly carried out checks on compliance with the limits.
E 'were reminded that it is important that inspections are carried out, maybe "surprise".
The intervention of the parent company of Go Bussoleno actions served only to point out that it is not just the excess noise levels but also dust.
Construction of a shopping center to the edge of the City of Chianocco Bussoleno.
Replied the Vice Mayor rifle that he recalled how during the past administration there was an attempt by the City of Chianocco not to make yet another shopping center, presenting the plight of traffic that would be created, which did not attempt experienced no results.
Rifle recalled that years ago given to the error of assessment for which we now find ourselves in a situation that no provision for intervention by neighboring municipalities.
In his opinion it is necessary to work on the current network of small and medium distribution.
alienation of the former city library building. He reported to the Deputy Mayor
rifle which ruled that there is still interest in buying the property by the Cooperative "The People".
It says there are contacts between the City Administration el'ATC, who seems interested in buying, in order to obtain housing units.
The amount of the sale seems more interesting than the first attempt rejected by the former alienation City Council.
Restructuring Elementary School of Forest.
Among the items on the agenda of the Council there was a change in the budget for the renovation of the School.
L 'interpellation was then withdrawn.
Implementation of TAV / TAC.
Replied Mayor Allasio, after a disquisition on the "mountain trails" and how to follow them, reiterated the absolute majority of the opposition to the creation of the work.
InFormaLavoro and Youth Information Service.
E 'was withdrawn the challenge.
Go Bussoleno
Redemption of 7% Enel bills. He responded with
a long technical assistance Whip Sobra.
His research led him to a group of neighborhood politics and Grillo, in his opinion, this is an attempt to dispute against Enel, whose outcome is by no means obvious.
He also questioned the amount of € 10 required to initiate the cause.
The City does not intend to take this action.
Contribution for snow removal.
Replied the Mayor that, further to our question, it was concerned and found a "mistake" in sending a fax.
The reimbursement amounted to 7,000 Euro will be so by the end of September.
Business Development.
Replied the Vice Mayor Rifle, who gave all his help in working majority and opposition.
has given the green light to our request to establish a Standing Committee on productive activities and, at our request, we determined the time by October 2009.
recognition of excellent craftsmen. He responded to questions related to the Assessor
Bollea, who, declaring the difficulty and the state of the Regulation of Services and Supplies, has made a commitment to review the same and to provide evidence of preference for regional excellence Craftsmen.
housing plan.
Answered Assessor Bollea the question, pointing out that the limited duration of the housing plan, in 2010, said the administration's intention to implement it, in terms of law and that is by September 30 with some changes to the heights.
1, budgetary changes.
This is a mortgage of 250,000 Euros for the completion of the restructuring of the school of forest (seismic retrofitting). The parent company of Go
Bussoleno voted in favor.
Variation of the PRG for the construction of three roundabouts along Via Montgenevre.
It is made compatible with the existing Master Plan implementation the third round. The parent company of Go
Bussoleno voted in favor.
Variation of the PRG for identification of areas for services to the Valley of the aqueduct system.
As before it was necessary to make compatible the plan in force with the transformation of an area in services area for the water system of the valley.
The intervention of the parent company of Go Bussoleno has shown that, are not known to the political motivations that led to the decision to build the aqueduct trough and therefore, it is a final resolution of the process, believes it is useful to know the initial parts history.
Councillor Bollea, has agreed with the minority to withdraw the resolution and, more exploration resubmit it to the discussion.
Convention for the Dissolution of the Municipal Secretariat with the City of Buttigliera Alta.
The parent company of Go Bussoleno, thanking Dr. Gatti for a job well done, voted in favor.
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City Council of 22 June: hypothetical redemption of 7% on bills Enel
During the course of the Municipal Council of 22 June, the Council Chamber Group Bussoleno Jump in, Mr, Louis Casel, has been authorized by you, since there is no state intervention suspension on your part to make the Council what he has termed a "communication".
In this communication, among other things, informing the citizens about the possibility of obtaining a refund of 7% on bills paid by Enel in 2001, against payment of Euro 10.00 for the practice. "
order to allow citizens to have a complete and correct to the above, I ask the Mayor wanted to make clear and comprehensive and give correct information in the subject of this letter.
I also call to check if it was a realistic assumption, if the utilities of the City of Bussoleno (town hall, schools, gym, etc.) may be affected by this "possibility of repayment", if this Administration intends to use it and if you amount to the same.
ask that this be answered orally during the first City Council.
The Parent Group Consiliare Go Bussoleno
contributions for expenses incurred by local authorities to clear snow in November and December 2008
with Annex A of the Ordinance No commissioner 1/DB14.00/1.2.6/3734 of 3 June 2009 was approved program funding in the object, which provides funding to the City for a refund equal to 48% of the total snow.
In this list appears the City of Bussoleno, which, I understand, has incurred substantial costs for the performance of this service.
I ask the mayor to explain to citizens and the City Council the reasons for this failure and any action taken or intends to take in this regard.
ask that this be answered orally during the first City Council.
The Parent Group onsiliare Go Bussoleno
On July 14, 2009 the Regional Council of Piedmont, by implementing the agreement between the State and the Regions, has adopted the Regional Law n.20 better known as the "House Plan".
Municipalities, by resolution of individual councils, will decide within 60 days after the entry into force of the regional law, if applied in all or part of the arrangements.
topic question: simplification of procedures relating to housing and urban
With this question we are asking the City:
1. speed up the presentation in City Council's draft resolution on the subject, in the belief that every day lost to create harm to citizens and businesses;
We believe it is necessary to proceed expeditiously to
- unlock a situation that construction is to allow for various reasons remained unchanged for decades;
- to the inhabitants of Bussoleno improve their housing conditions;
- to promote energy savings will result, in addition to cost savings for individual families, an improvement of environmental quality;
- increasing the activity of local professionals who will develop projects and educate practices;
- reviving the activities of small and medium-sized enterprises local building and craftsmen, for the works side (masons, carpenters, tilers, installers, etc..)
2. promote a widespread information campaign for citizens on housing plan adopted by the City of Bussoleno, in order to make them aware of the possibility that they will use, advertising, similarly, the possibility of tax deductions.
ask that this be given oral answer, shall be recorded during the first City Council. The Parent Council Chamber Group
Go Bussoleno
I think it was at least out of place and not conforming to a democratic way of administering As stated by the Mayor in a newspaper of national circulation, regarding some respondents submitted, in the same interview that were described as "initial flash in the pan" and was also mentioned, the questions from the proposers and the opposition in general, "that numbers we have to administer them. "
Despite this bad way to start the current majority, the Council Chamber Group "Go Bussoleno" presents this proposal with the belief and the knowledge that I had an opportunity to express the inauguration of the City Council and the Executive: our group represents 24% of citizens who voted and, through us, These citizens have the right to express opinions, to disagree and make suggestions.
interpellation Topic: Business Development .
We believe that the attempt to recover a delicate situation like the one faced by the business in Bussoleno can only go through a synergy of efforts among multiple stakeholders: retailers, trade associations and local, the world banking and insurance and public administration at all levels (municipal, provincial, regional).
The city administration has, in our opinion, the duty to act as a catalyst towards which all these factors can converge.
We do not believe that the proposal for a unilateral sacrifice, sporadically, by traders, for a day based on the reduction of 20% of the selling prices proposed by some colleagues in the opposition, is the solution of this evil, in fact adds damage to damage and could not come in the election program that administers the list, a concrete proposal to work, here's ours.
· I constants of directors (majority and opposition) with the dealers and their representatives;
· allow, dealers, through their representatives as well as the opposition, to express opinions on the organization of the parking free and fee based traffic in the commercial area of \u200b\u200bthe country;
· evaluate, in a shared, with the opposition and representatives of the category, the business planning framework currently in place, agreeing to consider proposals for improvement or alternatives;
· Work together with a unitary cohesion of the directors to propose the hypothesis of "business packages" that do become convenient to invest in Bussoleno;
· use a marketing study that allows the identification of appropriate and targeted actions to stimulate the reality of families bussolenesi;
· groped for resume skills programs Regional Urban completely abandoned in the past five years, projects that have allowed retailers to have important contributions to the municipality and to collect 900 million lire and can still offer areas of opportunity.
• Report consistently with the Local sovraccomunali all to be able to seize opportunities that will arise;
We believe that the above project could be launched as well as through effective dialogue, profitable, direct and consistent with the Mayor or with the Councillor delegate to the trade, with the establishment of a special Commerce Commission Permanente.
ask that this be given oral answer, shall be recorded during the first City Council. The Parent Council Chamber Group
Go Bussoleno
The Piedmont Region, the Regional Law 1 of January 14, 2009 - Law relating to crafts, has confirmed its willingness to continue in recognition of Artisan Excellence.
Piedmont companies that to date have achieved this recognition are a total of 2,655 including 4 in the City of Bussoleno.
The sectors are divided on which the excellence is 22 and range from wood processing, production of curtains, etc..
In a time of severe crisis economic, development of Small and Medium Business is very topical and it is for this reason that I believe should be put in place all the tools available to help small businesses in general and in particular those of the territory.
interpellation Topic: Recognition of the excellent craftsmen.
With this interpellation then ask the Mayor to draw up an amendment to the Regulation of Supplies and Services providing for the recognition of regional crafts Business Excellence is the title of preference in the comparison of tenders.
ask that this be given oral answer, shall be recorded, during the first City Council.
The Parent Group Consiliare Go Bussoleno
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Sims 2 Open For. Uisness Coffee
When comes the perfect wave
My brother 10 years older than me, 10 years ago and I was his favorite playmate. I remember the revolutions in Baja California and Mexico in search of waves to ride with him. My brother. That in his life is so perfect, so right, so highbrow, but unexpectedly fun to let the impressions of his big feet in the wet sand.
He taught me how you're in the water as it floats, as you stand up on a table, and finally, at the end, how to tone up those thighs and the wave is breaking or do you tame.
The effort of the climb, the tension of being in balance, the satisfaction when you finish the wave in the tunnel that takes you up and makes you feel lighter, and completely happy.
Surfing is like making love.
You must find the balance, determination of the forces, to catch waves and not leave until it gets you high. These days I can not get on the wave. Keep losing, to let me slide the table from the knees. I can not even stand up to the surf. This situation
exhausts and frustrates me. I continue to systematically lose an orgasm after another.
Not even the spanking can 'do the miracle. I do not take the wave.
And I wonder how it is possible, given that the world no human being could want more than my man.
"It's not a problem. It happens and blah blah blah" I did not really comforting. 
My brother 10 years older than me, 10 years ago and I was his favorite playmate. I remember the revolutions in Baja California and Mexico in search of waves to ride with him. My brother. That in his life is so perfect, so right, so highbrow, but unexpectedly fun to let the impressions of his big feet in the wet sand.
He taught me how you're in the water as it floats, as you stand up on a table, and finally, at the end, how to tone up those thighs and the wave is breaking or do you tame.
The effort of the climb, the tension of being in balance, the satisfaction when you finish the wave in the tunnel that takes you up and makes you feel lighter, and completely happy.
Surfing is like making love.
You must find the balance, determination of the forces, to catch waves and not leave until it gets you high. These days I can not get on the wave. Keep losing, to let me slide the table from the knees. I can not even stand up to the surf. This situation
exhausts and frustrates me. I continue to systematically lose an orgasm after another.
Not even the spanking can 'do the miracle. I do not take the wave.
And I wonder how it is possible, given that the world no human being could want more than my man.
"It's not a problem. It happens and blah blah blah" I did not really comforting.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Why Isn't My Webcam Working In Oovoo?
Back to harsh reality
Why so little vacation last?? The proportion of work and rest is out of balance, possible that no one has ever noticed??
INSORGIAMOOO!
Let the revolution, or Stringiam cohort, say, in short, do something!
I came home one day and I already feel nostalgic for everything! Hot beaches, the grilled meat and corn on the cob hot .. of L. strapped hot! :-)
It 'been a long ride and fun, and L. he invented this thing Spanking Mantenitiva throughout the holiday.
does not matter that deserved or not, or if I had already taken during the day (that is, always, since the holidays I always make lively +). Every night before bed gave me anyway.
In fact when he told me, I thought she was joking, of liked the idea, but it seemed a bit 'heavy.
But in the end up in the morning with the confidence to take them at night, it's pretty exciting. It makes you all the exciting day when you can think of!
was a thought that suddenly appeared, excited me, and then faded with a close to the heart and lower abdomen.
Then, I was spoiled by this thing, even when I said for 10 uninterrupted minutes that I had no intention to spank me every night, I liked to bend on his lap and feel his hand pounding, caressing and crept.
feels the center of his universe. A genuine
corner of paradise where time did not exist ... I can not explain what you feel, you live and feel.
:-( But now it's over, no more naps together, nothing + walks, L. anything more annoying that every second of the day .. nothing lost mantenitive: D
SETTEMBREEEEEEE HATE! My vote who in September will erase from the calendar!
Why so little vacation last?? The proportion of work and rest is out of balance, possible that no one has ever noticed??
INSORGIAMOOO!
Let the revolution, or Stringiam cohort, say, in short, do something!
I came home one day and I already feel nostalgic for everything! Hot beaches, the grilled meat and corn on the cob hot .. of L. strapped hot! :-)
It 'been a long ride and fun, and L. he invented this thing Spanking Mantenitiva throughout the holiday.
does not matter that deserved or not, or if I had already taken during the day (that is, always, since the holidays I always make lively +). Every night before bed gave me anyway.
In fact when he told me, I thought she was joking, of liked the idea, but it seemed a bit 'heavy.
But in the end up in the morning with the confidence to take them at night, it's pretty exciting. It makes you all the exciting day when you can think of!
was a thought that suddenly appeared, excited me, and then faded with a close to the heart and lower abdomen.
Then, I was spoiled by this thing, even when I said for 10 uninterrupted minutes that I had no intention to spank me every night, I liked to bend on his lap and feel his hand pounding, caressing and crept.
feels the center of his universe. A genuine
corner of paradise where time did not exist ... I can not explain what you feel, you live and feel.
:-( But now it's over, no more naps together, nothing + walks, L. anything more annoying that every second of the day .. nothing lost mantenitive: D
SETTEMBREEEEEEE HATE! My vote who in September will erase from the calendar!
Spanking Mantenitiva for her?
Monday, August 17, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Best Bridge Building Flash
disadvantages of Spankee
The title refers to the fact that I'm about to tell you a little story about a surreal, ridiculous-how can we call it-duck, impasse, unexpected incident or how I was taught in my Catholic college, a great figure shit.
I am a young, poor, shy girl, and I shall not make life as good as the potential threat of being able to get ahead of others. The
is true even if the "third parties" are listening beyond the wall, which is why, in other people's homes and hotels I always try to avoid creating a situation "spankable.
is not the same view, my dear husband, as well as Spanker, instead it is that others should be happy to help or hear that women are more educated "old style" by a man of moral probity. (Formerly the noun and the adjective honest morality is bound to L. .. I realize that comic, but the story is not this fun!)
Last year we set off for the holidays and choose a destination lontaaaana and lost, where obviously the first meeting we do at the hotel with an elderly couple - but also Arzilli - Italian old men.
pearls on her bathing suit and loafers he inform us that they are quite bourgeois.
First day goes by fast and cheerful, but the fifth week, the situation worsened suddenly!
I have a thing to take away the food, wrap in a napkin "just in case I were hungry later" and that day I brought the jam in the breakfast room, inserting it in the suitcase of L. so that the attendants do not throw them.
I have no idea how, but a jam BERRY had broken into his suitcase, staining almost everything: OH MY GOD!!
I found myself having the cheeks of the same color of the jam, and a few moments later, in the lap of L. purple also intent on the buttocks.
him, it sounded to me the holy right.
I, I did not have decent minimum to lower his voice.
I was too surprised. I must also say fun, I complained and laughed together.
I had done everything possible to be an angel ... the fate of spankee is always challenging, there is nothing to do!
Hundreds of spanking after, clean shirts and sleep, they would have buried the episode, but ...
The next morning we take the lift, and here we reach the two Italians, pulling strongly from the doors that were about to close.
speak kindly and we go down the hall to go to breakfast.
But something is wrong, I see them shiver, especially the lady.
The indignant old lady, no longer able to hold her tongue, and says in a low voice low:
"You've heard the moans you last night??" We
: "Emm .. we would not say ...".
She insists: "Oh, we do! All night! I almost ashamed to say it .."
The girl twists her hands, then continues: "You see those two .. those two Japanese??"
A dry finger like a dead twig, but adorned with a magnificent emerald, shows us a young couple of Japanese businessmen.
"You can not imagine! Suddenly, after we put under the covers feel a" SCIAFF! And a "AHII" to follow! Belli strong they felt. So for all the night! "With emphasis
Brescia, King's moccasin assists his wife:" And yes! But not just "Ah," said one there! He also said "Ahhh," enjoyed himself to be saccagnato of slaps! S & M were the ones there! ... We wanted to call the concierge, but what they want, they are amazing stories! "
The smile from a second whale L. Wolf when he realizes the mistake they have killed our great-grandmother, and then comes back with his usual serious face ass honest guy family well.
But I am upset!
I do not believe what he says the old lady! I think they realized it was us, so everything is telling us to take us in chestnut!
I turn red as a pepper.
And that asshole L. making?
says: "Love you became all red!"
I look at him with wide eyes, that turn into bitter look, moments spent long hours until he goes on: "Lady, change the subject, these are not suited to his young ears!"
Damn!!
Mrs. smiled, and we separate to go to grab our breakfast.
When we go back in the room burst out laughing. There overcoat, read and laugh like crazy. Laughter to no end, abdominals tense, numb jaws.
We laughed until tears are not the first fate.
"That figure of shit!" I say, I can just pull a bit 'breath. And continued to laugh. 
The title refers to the fact that I'm about to tell you a little story about a surreal, ridiculous-how can we call it-duck, impasse, unexpected incident or how I was taught in my Catholic college, a great figure shit.
I am a young, poor, shy girl, and I shall not make life as good as the potential threat of being able to get ahead of others. The is true even if the "third parties" are listening beyond the wall, which is why, in other people's homes and hotels I always try to avoid creating a situation "spankable.
is not the same view, my dear husband, as well as Spanker, instead it is that others should be happy to help or hear that women are more educated "old style" by a man of moral probity. (Formerly the noun and the adjective honest morality is bound to L. .. I realize that comic, but the story is not this fun!)
Last year we set off for the holidays and choose a destination lontaaaana and lost, where obviously the first meeting we do at the hotel with an elderly couple - but also Arzilli - Italian old men.
pearls on her bathing suit and loafers he inform us that they are quite bourgeois.
First day goes by fast and cheerful, but the fifth week, the situation worsened suddenly!
I have a thing to take away the food, wrap in a napkin "just in case I were hungry later" and that day I brought the jam in the breakfast room, inserting it in the suitcase of L. so that the attendants do not throw them.
I have no idea how, but a jam BERRY had broken into his suitcase, staining almost everything: OH MY GOD!!
I found myself having the cheeks of the same color of the jam, and a few moments later, in the lap of L. purple also intent on the buttocks.
him, it sounded to me the holy right.
I, I did not have decent minimum to lower his voice.
I was too surprised. I must also say fun, I complained and laughed together.
I had done everything possible to be an angel ... the fate of spankee is always challenging, there is nothing to do!
Hundreds of spanking after, clean shirts and sleep, they would have buried the episode, but ...
The next morning we take the lift, and here we reach the two Italians, pulling strongly from the doors that were about to close. speak kindly and we go down the hall to go to breakfast.
But something is wrong, I see them shiver, especially the lady.
The indignant old lady, no longer able to hold her tongue, and says in a low voice low:
"You've heard the moans you last night??" We
: "Emm .. we would not say ...".
She insists: "Oh, we do! All night! I almost ashamed to say it .."
The girl twists her hands, then continues: "You see those two .. those two Japanese??"
A dry finger like a dead twig, but adorned with a magnificent emerald, shows us a young couple of Japanese businessmen.
"You can not imagine! Suddenly, after we put under the covers feel a" SCIAFF! And a "AHII" to follow! Belli strong they felt. So for all the night! "With emphasis
Brescia, King's moccasin assists his wife:" And yes! But not just "Ah," said one there! He also said "Ahhh," enjoyed himself to be saccagnato of slaps! S & M were the ones there! ... We wanted to call the concierge, but what they want, they are amazing stories! "
The smile from a second whale L. Wolf when he realizes the mistake they have killed our great-grandmother, and then comes back with his usual serious face ass honest guy family well.
But I am upset!
I do not believe what he says the old lady! I think they realized it was us, so everything is telling us to take us in chestnut!
I turn red as a pepper.
And that asshole L. making?
says: "Love you became all red!"
I look at him with wide eyes, that turn into bitter look, moments spent long hours until he goes on: "Lady, change the subject, these are not suited to his young ears!"
Damn!!
Mrs. smiled, and we separate to go to grab our breakfast.
When we go back in the room burst out laughing. There overcoat, read and laugh like crazy. Laughter to no end, abdominals tense, numb jaws.
We laughed until tears are not the first fate.
"That figure of shit!" I say, I can just pull a bit 'breath. And continued to laugh.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Leftside Back Pain Above Waist
Practitioner Photo and Video Game Free spanking
http://freespanking.com.ar/ (click on the link!)
And here's an alert and gorgeous ... Safe!
A site featuring photographs and video of spanking free. All the free spanking
that your computer screen may contain vicious!
Usually I go up with these sites because they see pictures of girls spanking, I rev up. In short, such as red for the bull! :-D
Girls spank girls, men who throw their butts strap on beautiful women, wives who lost her husband to take ... I think everyone can find what pleases him most.
After all, summer is also for our creativity! We send your brain on vacation! :-D 
http://freespanking.com.ar/ (click on the link!)
And here's an alert and gorgeous ... Safe!
A site featuring photographs and video of spanking free. All the free spanking that your computer screen may contain vicious!
Usually I go up with these sites because they see pictures of girls spanking, I rev up. In short, such as red for the bull! :-D
Girls spank girls, men who throw their butts strap on beautiful women, wives who lost her husband to take ... I think everyone can find what pleases him most.
After all, summer is also for our creativity! We send your brain on vacation! :-D
Sunday, August 9, 2009
2 Tablespoons In Grams
between spankofili gone wrong :-)
Fantastic! Continue the deadly disease of L.
I like a good entertainer for him to spend time-faster-I have already proposed in order:
a non-stop marathon of the complete series of Back To The Future,
reading aloud (my voice, as L. just gasps!) of Sorrows of Young Werther (to make them understand that some people are worse off than him),
the possibility of opening a case to its calendar and phone all make jokes personaggioni costudisce jealously in the number, and have some fun 'behind them.
Obviously no proposal has been accepted. The boy is a defeatist beautiful and good!
"Ummm .. I'm going to buy some sweets? Do you want a bike magazine? Want a blowjob? TEEE ... What can I do?? PARLAMIIIII !!!!!". I ask him jumping in bed worried (read more bored than anything else).
And he winces and shrinks Smigol type, and says: "I do not zo, I szobbia head.'s Play 'If it were'."
For a moment I considered the option to give him a audiovisual movie and send it to all the friends we know (and know that Dom). But then my
syndrome nurse had the upper hand!
Here it is my domain!
to play if it were ... and tell you that - surprise surprise! - if you no longer lose 4 years strangely fascinating!
Then, I made a mistake. I asked him to play if he were using me as a protagonist.
If I were a city? Dublin (ok, there is, I have experienced childhood)
If I were a flower? Poppy (vabhรจ, you know it's my favorite!)
If I were an animal?
Again has no hesitation.
I think now I will say that a baby deer, a koala, a sweet chick, a dog (even a chiwawa fucking neurotic) or a bitch ... and instead he answered: The red monkey ass.
Flower The picture along with his other friends spankee.
Sub-A slide depicting Smigol / L. frightened and refuses the advances of Flower
Fantastic! Continue the deadly disease of L.
I like a good entertainer for him to spend time-faster-I have already proposed in order:
a non-stop marathon of the complete series of Back To The Future,
reading aloud (my voice, as L. just gasps!) of Sorrows of Young Werther (to make them understand that some people are worse off than him),
the possibility of opening a case to its calendar and phone all make jokes personaggioni costudisce jealously in the number, and have some fun 'behind them.
Obviously no proposal has been accepted. The boy is a defeatist beautiful and good!
"Ummm .. I'm going to buy some sweets? Do you want a bike magazine? Want a blowjob? TEEE ... What can I do?? PARLAMIIIII !!!!!". I ask him jumping in bed worried (read more bored than anything else).
And he winces and shrinks Smigol type, and says: "I do not zo, I szobbia head.'s Play 'If it were'."
For a moment I considered the option to give him a audiovisual movie and send it to all the friends we know (and know that Dom). But then my
syndrome nurse had the upper hand!
Here it is my domain!
to play if it were ... and tell you that - surprise surprise! - if you no longer lose 4 years strangely fascinating!
Then, I made a mistake. I asked him to play if he were using me as a protagonist.
If I were a city? Dublin (ok, there is, I have experienced childhood)
If I were a flower? Poppy (vabhรจ, you know it's my favorite!)
If I were an animal?
Again has no hesitation.
I think now I will say that a baby deer, a koala, a sweet chick, a dog (even a chiwawa fucking neurotic) or a bitch ... and instead he answered: The red monkey ass.
Flower The picture along with his other friends spankee. Sub-A slide depicting Smigol / L. frightened and refuses the advances of Flower
Friday, August 7, 2009
Best Spa Gay Cruising Las Vegas
last a long time for me and we L.
Rimini un'Ikea \u200b\u200bopened a brand new, and there we took a ride because I wanted the orange and cinnamon biscuits, shaped like me! :-)
course before we go to the school food took a look here and there.
top floor there is a department dedicated to our friends puppies.
When we arrived in front of kennels and leashes L. I said, choose your new bunk bed, tomorrow we play a little 'to the dog and its owner. O_O Why do you say these things ever so quietly in front of people? ? ?
He left his mother's sense of decency in the glass!
always makes me feel ashamed as a thief, and enjoys a world!
Anyway, there were really nice in the end we took a fairly large, padded and covered with cloth.
L. the'ha pulled out from the crowd and asked me to try to "accucciolarmi" inside.
I looked at the hunter looks like Bambi's mother.
"Try it".
I repeated.
said calmly, but I knew that I had other chances to refuse, and then I slowly knelt down in the nest.
I had to really squatting in front of all those cheerful small families?
I closed my eyes and we jumped in, leaving their shoes outside.
"It 's perfect, compriamio."
Until the cash I have not stopped looking at the floor of Ikea but not to meet the gaze of the tourists around me.
A little 'I hate them, a little' I love these things. I have yet to decide.
In addition, he wanted to buy two bowls.
To play the dog, for dog play, it takes the essentials!
1) A collar and leash (essential for every dog \u200b\u200bhelps a lot to immerse himself in the part)
2) bowl for food and water (I've never had until yesterday, we used the normal flat , to be left on the ground)
3) Knee (crawling on the floor does not fall to me in wide range of "attractive pains" that protection, I recommend it and I demand it!)
4) A kennel where the dog can comfortably ' rest (in the past we used cushions on the floor, and I knew that this was my place. is useful if the game is long, or play until bedtime and nap afternoon).
Playing at the dog I found exciting from the first moment in which L. he asked me.
As usual I was presented with a fait accompli, and making me find the collar of the knee.
He completely stripped, dressed only for a minute neck skin, telling me that we had a good game.
I would become her puppy.
I find it romantic. In the literary sense of the word. Romance novel as a German, English as a framework. Romantic short!
When the game is strictly ban the dog to speak and have human attitudes (take objects with their hands, walk, open doors, etc. etc.).
Do not think, just obey .. if you like.
naked darts and the only link to survival becomes your master.
And 'he that feeds you, feeds you, saves you from boredom, covers you, train you and punishes you.
The first time I could not keep quiet, or stop using their hands. E 'was more complicated than I think. I was constantly hit on the buttocks with a rolled newspaper, ending the ass to get me to cook from his hands.
When you're stripped of your humanity, and the powers that be make you a free, purchase a greater awareness. It 's a game that somehow makes me grow as well as entertain. And this morning as
gone? I already tried my kennel?
Sorry!
L. has got a sore throat photon (maybe the air conditioning Ikea was really strong, or maybe God has punished me obliged to put in the doghouse in front of everyone .. who knows! ghghgh!) and was put to bed.
Here is my "Master" .. a sneeze, and behaves as if it were a sick finish!
So it is!
* Note folklore! * Ann-Sofie Back This season has brought a parade in his knee pad pants ... I seem soooooo interesting!
And even if it was a vanilla .. can always be good for jobs mouth! :-D
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Circular Bumps On Palms
Dog Play Role Playing Game to the College
What you are about to read is a role playing game, born in an Italian forum I frequent spanking ( The Board ).
L. I said I can play, provided that each time you publish any disciplinary action that the Board provides a teacher for me.
This afternoon I had the honor of playing with Professor Grozny. He made this session a delicate mix between spanking and BDSM and sober, in my view. I liked it, I hope you like it too!
A little background: Taken from the summer heat, I and other college, we have requested the ability to reopen the pool of college. Since permission was granted there would be only if we ourselves have to clean up the pool, we decided to work around the problem by calling a cleaning company. The cost we charged to stolen credit cards to a teacher. And once the cleaning is done, we gave a party alcohol poorly tolerated by the body decent. And then each of us has received the right punishment separately.
Mine is this.
-afternoon, late-
calculating the distance between earth and moon, divide it by half the radius of a circle X, adding catheter and hypotenuse, and intensified throughout the air of this college ... I have a good chance to meet Professor Grozny in 2024 along the corridor of the lunchroom. By then he maybe 98-99 years, and it will certainly be forgotten that in 2010 was to punish me!
But while they are in my backyard to make very precise calculations, a voice coming from my shoulders I invest: "You know that was the mind of all that happened last week?".
A cold shiver runs through me back: I know that voice!
The unpredictable happened.
Professor Grozny stands with one hand on the side to observe without expression.
Stammer an answer any "Emmm ... Do not imagine that an enthralling .. I had no idea of \u200b\u200bcombining all this chaos. "
"Well, answer me-first act must always think of the consequences, but it seems that you apply this rule. Follow me in my office. "
are incredulous. I overestimated. I dreamed of escape, but my own My legs are bringing in the very room of Professor babbles calm as I ear that he intends to apply to my case, an exemplary punishment.
The study of the teacher is wonderful. Lined with history books and literature. A true heritage.
Prof. stopped talking, and I take this opportunity to remind him that this is my first punishment, hoping to get some 'leniency, but in response telling me to undress.
This is really too much for me!
"No I'm not counting! - Protested vociferously, is a pure injustice, I threw an idea, if others have the library that it my fault?"
"Miss - he answers with a non-patient tone is an injustice. You pay for having the idea and have incited other students to violate the rules of the college. "
mount a deep hatred I feel the calm of this man!
Okay-I think to myself, if I want to punish, to make facciamoglielo quickly, and start to undress.
off your shoes and socks, via the tie, blouse, skirt. I do it slowly. I fold everything so picky. Accurate. But this does not seem to give him any trouble. He waits without saying anything, as if he had all the time in the world.
I take off my bra and then, the last bastion of my modesty. Off my panties. I
is taking everything, but I have no intention of giving satisfaction to issue a single groan lasted throughout the punishment.
I are instructed to direct me to a pillory which is supported at the bottom of the wall.
My heart jumps in my throat, and helps me to slip inside his head and wrists, only to be restrained by a padlock. Not I've never been so linked, just realize that for no reason I can not defend is invested in panic. Sudo
cold. And
him, he notes.
is approaching, and I support his warm hand on her back: "Do not worry lady ... is in good hands ... stay calm, which will last much less than she thinks. "
His voice is like if I tore my bad thoughts, takes me back to earth in that room, and I am hoping that is true what he says.
I gently caressing her hair to make me calm again, and at the same time leads me next to the desk and makes me bend in order to have the sit well exposed and her breasts falling on deaf ears.
I feel my heart beat wildly again, I said, maybe, maybe I just thought "I'm ready ..".
And in reply I sense whisper in his ear: "Stay calm and try to relax ..".
's anger melts first, I feel tamed by her voice. From his command.
And when I close my eyes to take a big sigh, and putting down the tears that are coming up to me in the eyes, a dull pain comes suddenly.
Professor Grozny applies two clamps with weights to my nipples.
"aaaaaah!" The determination not to scream went up in smoke before it began, surprised as they are.
"You know why I put small weights?" He asks.
And while the pain does not appear to fade I try to resume a bit 'of self-confidence and boldness: "... umm ... I ... I'm missing right now ... ladies ...!".
"'It's the tradeoff for the weight of your words ..." sentence quietly and disappears behind my back. The lesson
pseudo Dante I do not enjoy it, and meanwhile the professor back next to me holding something behind his back, but I do not see what it is.
I turn around. A. Two. Three times.
heard his steps in his room and the beat of my heart in my head.
I'm back in front, barely touches the weights and they begin to sway back and torture her breasts. All around is silence
lazy August afternoon and I was surprised to think, please hurry up, punish me, I can not have more! But the pain increases.
"Noooo ... bastaaaa!" I say, not withstanding the strong and sudden numbness in my buttocks were lashed by a whip something ...!
"I never thought of making noise, I dispiiiiaceeeee" I complain after hearing the first shot.
"Miss I said to think before speaking," says tonelessly.
"This will cost you 5 rounds ... more
...". And the whip strikes two more times on me.
What situation am I in? Immobilized, naked and sore.
I think I will not open his mouth more for the rest of the day, and that I will never think of stupid ideas to propose to my companions, and are bent forward, careful not to move too.
I feel marked by other shots in succession: buttocks and thighs are not spared from punishment.
Then suddenly nothing.
Only time goes slowly by burning it slowly disappears, the professor starts to impose upon me. My eyes swollen with tears, are in a situation so complicated that I would want to break out to cry.
"How are you?" He asks.
And me, I'm confused by that question, and I slipped a "good" in response, even though no good nothing.
me through two fingers, which I think are wet to the skin. The passes gently on the signs of the buttocks and legs.
automatically stiffen it and I feel I whisper: "Do not worry. It 's almost finished ...".
And as I speak, strikes again exposed my buttocks with his open hand, so strong, deeply, with great violence.
I do not know if I would do more harm than the snap of his hand or kick receiving my poor little breasts, and I find myself crying.
Perhaps strong, or perhaps soundlessly, I do not know.
But I know that the teacher will move closer to my face, and collects my tears with her fingers and then pass them on the signs that he himself has left on me. My tears burn.
resumes to spank me again, and then stops.
He sits in his chair and looking into my eyes wet still speaks to me: "Miss ... how are you?".
But this time, I can not say anything, I have a whole world of emotions that I scrape the throat, and pain that I reaches the brain, and brain is empty ... and the look in your eyes, as if to say there sees an answer in there?
find an answer in my eyes. And while I slam my eyelids thin collapse to the ground my tears, and I apologize, I would ask him if he has forgiven me ...
He looks at me, I look good, and reach out your hand to me.
I loose the clamps. A new pain comes over me, and I know that is the last, I know that there will be others.
him, back to turn myself around, stands behind me an incalculable time, my heart beats slower now, where fighting has been dropped his whip, and back in front of me, frees me from the hands and neck clamp of the pillory, and I do not it only a physical weight. I feel good, tired, sore but fine.
"Stand still," he warns.
And I can not make others do his bidding, even though I have nothing that binds me. I want to stand still, still as a statue. Just because I'm asking him.
Suddenly, it's like inside me, it was done off a deep sense of respect for this person who guided me in so hard and difficult times so sympathetic, and always taking my moods dark. It seems to me to see with new eyes now.
"Young lady, dressed and go back to his room. I hope I have understood the lesson ...".
I would tell him that I understood, I would throw my arms around him and tell him that I understood very well, but I do not say anything and just shake my head in a million SISISISISI. As a horse crazy.
And then, recovery inserting my clothes quickly, then take the road to the door as quickly as possible. I meditate to thank him before leaving, I should go make me a hint as simple as that, and while I have my hand on the doorknob.
But, instead of opening the door I'm pulling.
The professor draws me close to him, and I mess my hair. And suddenly whispered in my ear: "Miss ... is allowed to cool to its parts reddened. "
My cheeks turn red with embarrassment, but I lose a smile. For his good deed for his statement that he broke the silence.
I look at him in His eyes and say, "Thanks." Thanks a load of so many things that only people who have been in this room can understand. 
What you are about to read is a role playing game, born in an Italian forum I frequent spanking ( The Board ).
L. I said I can play, provided that each time you publish any disciplinary action that the Board provides a teacher for me.
This afternoon I had the honor of playing with Professor Grozny. He made this session a delicate mix between spanking and BDSM and sober, in my view. I liked it, I hope you like it too!
A little background: Taken from the summer heat, I and other college, we have requested the ability to reopen the pool of college. Since permission was granted there would be only if we ourselves have to clean up the pool, we decided to work around the problem by calling a cleaning company. The cost we charged to stolen credit cards to a teacher. And once the cleaning is done, we gave a party alcohol poorly tolerated by the body decent. And then each of us has received the right punishment separately.
Mine is this.
-afternoon, late-
calculating the distance between earth and moon, divide it by half the radius of a circle X, adding catheter and hypotenuse, and intensified throughout the air of this college ... I have a good chance to meet Professor Grozny in 2024 along the corridor of the lunchroom. By then he maybe 98-99 years, and it will certainly be forgotten that in 2010 was to punish me!
But while they are in my backyard to make very precise calculations, a voice coming from my shoulders I invest: "You know that was the mind of all that happened last week?".
A cold shiver runs through me back: I know that voice!
The unpredictable happened.
Professor Grozny stands with one hand on the side to observe without expression.
Stammer an answer any "Emmm ... Do not imagine that an enthralling .. I had no idea of \u200b\u200bcombining all this chaos. "
"Well, answer me-first act must always think of the consequences, but it seems that you apply this rule. Follow me in my office. "
are incredulous. I overestimated. I dreamed of escape, but my own My legs are bringing in the very room of Professor babbles calm as I ear that he intends to apply to my case, an exemplary punishment.
The study of the teacher is wonderful. Lined with history books and literature. A true heritage.
Prof. stopped talking, and I take this opportunity to remind him that this is my first punishment, hoping to get some 'leniency, but in response telling me to undress.
This is really too much for me!
"No I'm not counting! - Protested vociferously, is a pure injustice, I threw an idea, if others have the library that it my fault?"
"Miss - he answers with a non-patient tone is an injustice. You pay for having the idea and have incited other students to violate the rules of the college. "
mount a deep hatred I feel the calm of this man!
Okay-I think to myself, if I want to punish, to make facciamoglielo quickly, and start to undress.
off your shoes and socks, via the tie, blouse, skirt. I do it slowly. I fold everything so picky. Accurate. But this does not seem to give him any trouble. He waits without saying anything, as if he had all the time in the world.
I take off my bra and then, the last bastion of my modesty. Off my panties. I
is taking everything, but I have no intention of giving satisfaction to issue a single groan lasted throughout the punishment.
I are instructed to direct me to a pillory which is supported at the bottom of the wall.
My heart jumps in my throat, and helps me to slip inside his head and wrists, only to be restrained by a padlock. Not I've never been so linked, just realize that for no reason I can not defend is invested in panic. Sudo
cold. And
him, he notes.
is approaching, and I support his warm hand on her back: "Do not worry lady ... is in good hands ... stay calm, which will last much less than she thinks. "
His voice is like if I tore my bad thoughts, takes me back to earth in that room, and I am hoping that is true what he says.
I gently caressing her hair to make me calm again, and at the same time leads me next to the desk and makes me bend in order to have the sit well exposed and her breasts falling on deaf ears.
I feel my heart beat wildly again, I said, maybe, maybe I just thought "I'm ready ..".
And in reply I sense whisper in his ear: "Stay calm and try to relax ..".
's anger melts first, I feel tamed by her voice. From his command.
And when I close my eyes to take a big sigh, and putting down the tears that are coming up to me in the eyes, a dull pain comes suddenly.
Professor Grozny applies two clamps with weights to my nipples.
"aaaaaah!" The determination not to scream went up in smoke before it began, surprised as they are.
"You know why I put small weights?" He asks.
And while the pain does not appear to fade I try to resume a bit 'of self-confidence and boldness: "... umm ... I ... I'm missing right now ... ladies ...!".
"'It's the tradeoff for the weight of your words ..." sentence quietly and disappears behind my back. The lesson
pseudo Dante I do not enjoy it, and meanwhile the professor back next to me holding something behind his back, but I do not see what it is.
I turn around. A. Two. Three times.
heard his steps in his room and the beat of my heart in my head.
I'm back in front, barely touches the weights and they begin to sway back and torture her breasts. All around is silence
lazy August afternoon and I was surprised to think, please hurry up, punish me, I can not have more! But the pain increases.
"Noooo ... bastaaaa!" I say, not withstanding the strong and sudden numbness in my buttocks were lashed by a whip something ...!
"I never thought of making noise, I dispiiiiaceeeee" I complain after hearing the first shot.
"Miss I said to think before speaking," says tonelessly.
"This will cost you 5 rounds ... more
...". And the whip strikes two more times on me.
What situation am I in? Immobilized, naked and sore.
I think I will not open his mouth more for the rest of the day, and that I will never think of stupid ideas to propose to my companions, and are bent forward, careful not to move too.
I feel marked by other shots in succession: buttocks and thighs are not spared from punishment.
Then suddenly nothing.
Only time goes slowly by burning it slowly disappears, the professor starts to impose upon me. My eyes swollen with tears, are in a situation so complicated that I would want to break out to cry.
"How are you?" He asks.
And me, I'm confused by that question, and I slipped a "good" in response, even though no good nothing.
me through two fingers, which I think are wet to the skin. The passes gently on the signs of the buttocks and legs.
automatically stiffen it and I feel I whisper: "Do not worry. It 's almost finished ...".
And as I speak, strikes again exposed my buttocks with his open hand, so strong, deeply, with great violence.
I do not know if I would do more harm than the snap of his hand or kick receiving my poor little breasts, and I find myself crying.
Perhaps strong, or perhaps soundlessly, I do not know.
But I know that the teacher will move closer to my face, and collects my tears with her fingers and then pass them on the signs that he himself has left on me. My tears burn.
resumes to spank me again, and then stops.
He sits in his chair and looking into my eyes wet still speaks to me: "Miss ... how are you?".
But this time, I can not say anything, I have a whole world of emotions that I scrape the throat, and pain that I reaches the brain, and brain is empty ... and the look in your eyes, as if to say there sees an answer in there?
find an answer in my eyes. And while I slam my eyelids thin collapse to the ground my tears, and I apologize, I would ask him if he has forgiven me ...
He looks at me, I look good, and reach out your hand to me.
I loose the clamps. A new pain comes over me, and I know that is the last, I know that there will be others.
him, back to turn myself around, stands behind me an incalculable time, my heart beats slower now, where fighting has been dropped his whip, and back in front of me, frees me from the hands and neck clamp of the pillory, and I do not it only a physical weight. I feel good, tired, sore but fine.
"Stand still," he warns.
And I can not make others do his bidding, even though I have nothing that binds me. I want to stand still, still as a statue. Just because I'm asking him.
Suddenly, it's like inside me, it was done off a deep sense of respect for this person who guided me in so hard and difficult times so sympathetic, and always taking my moods dark. It seems to me to see with new eyes now.
"Young lady, dressed and go back to his room. I hope I have understood the lesson ...".
I would tell him that I understood, I would throw my arms around him and tell him that I understood very well, but I do not say anything and just shake my head in a million SISISISISI. As a horse crazy.
And then, recovery inserting my clothes quickly, then take the road to the door as quickly as possible. I meditate to thank him before leaving, I should go make me a hint as simple as that, and while I have my hand on the doorknob.
But, instead of opening the door I'm pulling.
The professor draws me close to him, and I mess my hair. And suddenly whispered in my ear: "Miss ... is allowed to cool to its parts reddened. "
My cheeks turn red with embarrassment, but I lose a smile. For his good deed for his statement that he broke the silence.
I look at him in His eyes and say, "Thanks." Thanks a load of so many things that only people who have been in this room can understand.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Maculopapular Rash And No Fever Hiv
My favorite tool (for now!)
What is the instrument of your heart?
My - hand to hand of course - is the leather paddle.
Runner up for the belt .
Recently I read a blog in English that the instrument of choice for women is just the paddle , as each shot will cause vibrations that radiate along the basin, and then invest even sex.
Apart from that I do not believe in statistics (mostly because of the story Chicken trilussiana memory *), the theory of vibrations seems Palus.
I love the shot of the paddle . It 'full-bodied, warm the skin instantly, the winds in the heat.
It leaves one feeling on for hours.
But tornandando to statistics, it seems to me that even the most frequent response among girls who attend both spankee: the brush. (Or lovers spankico lexicon: the Hairbrush )
I believe this is due to the fact that it is a domestic object, the girls always bring with them, or with which they are familiar daily. So an object
that does not give the eye, and that appropriate changes to "other." In an instrument of pain / pleasure.
Actually I got the idea that the preference of one tool over another is purely personal. A search tool that
intimate whispers among all major emotions when we see it.
A call psychological.
Among men who ask Cinta and Dog are at the top of their preferences.
The boundary understand it. E 'ultimate symbol of masculinity.
The host brings his pants, ergo also the belt. Then as
tool is fantastic.
See parade while you make your heart beat, evokes nights of love, evokes sex, lust.
hear popping puts chills.
E 'docile and malleable in the hands of his keeper: can' caress, and can burn the skin.
loyal following the orders of whoever is holding.
The dog. Excuse me if Freud today the exploits, but I think the dog , the typical barrel so to speak English, the man is seen as a phallic extension of himself ...
Ok, aside from chatter! Here are two sites where you can gaze at the wonderful paddle!
I have already implied my love for leather and skin (the animals I love it!), but these links are also objects made of wood!
http://redbottomsociety.com/ <- paddle di legno http://www.ncis.net/woodrage/midnight.html <- di tutto un po' 
What is the instrument of your heart?
My - hand to hand of course - is the leather paddle. Runner up for the belt .
Recently I read a blog in English that the instrument of choice for women is just the paddle , as each shot will cause vibrations that radiate along the basin, and then invest even sex.
Apart from that I do not believe in statistics (mostly because of the story Chicken trilussiana memory *), the theory of vibrations seems Palus.
I love the shot of the paddle . It 'full-bodied, warm the skin instantly, the winds in the heat.
It leaves one feeling on for hours.
But tornandando to statistics, it seems to me that even the most frequent response among girls who attend both spankee: the brush. (Or lovers spankico lexicon: the Hairbrush )
I believe this is due to the fact that it is a domestic object, the girls always bring with them, or with which they are familiar daily. So an object
that does not give the eye, and that appropriate changes to "other." In an instrument of pain / pleasure.
Actually I got the idea that the preference of one tool over another is purely personal. A search tool that
intimate whispers among all major emotions when we see it.
A call psychological.
Among men who ask Cinta and Dog are at the top of their preferences.
The boundary understand it. E 'ultimate symbol of masculinity. The host brings his pants, ergo also the belt. Then as
tool is fantastic.
See parade while you make your heart beat, evokes nights of love, evokes sex, lust.
hear popping puts chills.
E 'docile and malleable in the hands of his keeper: can' caress, and can burn the skin.
loyal following the orders of whoever is holding.
The dog. Excuse me if Freud today the exploits, but I think the dog , the typical barrel so to speak English, the man is seen as a phallic extension of himself ...
Ok, aside from chatter! Here are two sites where you can gaze at the wonderful paddle!
I have already implied my love for leather and skin (the animals I love it!), but these links are also objects made of wood!
http://redbottomsociety.com/ <- paddle di legno http://www.ncis.net/woodrage/midnight.html <- di tutto un po'
* The statistic trilussiana memory has always made me laugh a lot!
Statistics
ched'รจ know the statistics? Is' na
what you need eg 'is' an account in the general
the people who are born, that is evil, that
more, going to prison and married. But
pe 'me curious statistics
got to do is where the percentage
pe' The reason being, there, the average is always equal
pure co 'the person in need.
me explain: to them that if they
according to the statistics of
risurta now that you touch a chicken a year:
and if it nun enter your expenses, it
t'entra statistics for the same
There is a cave that two magna.
Trilussa
Sunday, August 2, 2009
How Do The Odds Work In Proline
Even in the education of children?
Sculacciate- Even in the education of children?
Unfortunately, sooner or later it also touches on this key when you live in a world where the topic of spanking is predominant . When it comes to little girls and schoolgirls (or babies and young students ) lovers spanking.
So what I think I put it in writing plainly now, and I will borrow the pen of a journalist who I like a lot. Pedophilia, the vice greek, clearly excludes a priori, I speak only of my pedagogical beliefs.
In bdsm this danger is averted. As the argument
face still turn up their noses to the majority of Italians (much less in old Europe, and much more in the new but more right-thinking America) Sun and sub, only adult men who decide to live their sex life in a more peppery. Even perverse, but always aware that in their respective roles the 18 years they have passed them for a while '.
If you go to role play, if one accepts the regression by one of the two components of the pair instead, it always creates confusion, and confusion, doubt, fear that generates.
Today I was coming home after breakfast Sunday, and as every seventh day that God sends on earth I stop at newsstands.
The woman, a traditional inns with the permanent perfect, even for a holiday, and despite the 35 degrees straight down, hands me free without even ask him. We have nothing else to do, inform us about what happened in the district, if their children are doing well, though my studies proceed, if next year will still fashionable leggings .
get home.
sitting outside on the terrace the smell of oil around me. Jumping the policy should not affect anyone who is less than 55 years, he switched to topical pages. Free
Everyone should read at least once a week.
E 'relaxing, playful, witty. They should give it free.
to get bored with the thoughts of others we have dozens of other series and authoritative publications for the rest of the week.
And here on page eighteen, devoted an entire page to: slap the baby .
The hot topic will be able to arouse the reader from the torpor of the sun caused dall'abbuffata that you'll be submitting?
The question is always the same: A slap, a kick, it helps to educate our little ones?
Two journalists from the hard Pellacchia tell us theirs. We explain why it is because No.
Here are two articles
slap or kick the only way my children obey me of Nicholas Farrell
punishments and punishments work more than a thousand lost , Renato Farina
Mr. Farrell is in favor of using their hands on his 4 children. In moderation, but without skimp. He says it's a method that mutes them, and makes them spin like soldiers.
And who does not use the same method is worse than a communist (which are the author of the insert for the London Sunday Smoke m'avrebbero amazed statements such as: Should thrashing him up with your dog! NDF).
I will answer him, that I never read it. Perhaps sir, with all due respect, instead of 4 children, he would have had to settle for meting out its seed once, and that would have everything under control.
Moreover ... she loves the war, the British firm and reassuring machines male, and many other things that certainly time to steal the paternal role. Sometimes, those who are content has much more.
Secret Agent Farina, embodying my thoughts.
Above all, in bold, underline a sentence of his article that made me melt, and officially became the bulwark, the absolute symbol of parental love intelligent
" [...] The aim is to determine the kid a Pavlovian reaction. Remember? Colleagues pain to an act committed, so you do not expect more. [...] Instead we must have the courage to ask for obedience, asking the students to accept the risk of trust, explaining, showing, also asking the children to try to understand, to use reason. E 'necessary punishment: the way in which the father and mother administer justice and education to good and evil, reward and punishment. But the blows are of no use (only one case and explain it a bit). The blows humiliate those who give.
[...] There is an exception. That is, when the child is just a child. And when you try to put your hands in the gaps of the current "or trying to cross the street without looking, when in fact there is a threat to his life and others. In that case, are fine also Pavlovian reflexes.
grow up you will understand that the blow was not due to a whim, but the idea was in life. But never under any circumstances on the street, in front of other adults or children, no, not really. The spectacle of punishment administered to the streets to let her flogging of Muslim countries. Sharia does not live here, please. "
So, dear Mammine you leave your kids scream for the beaches, dear father by the hand quickly and tarnished by the asses of the brain tissue and the downturn in the market, some 'commitment ... I know it took you 25 seconds to conceive of your shoot, but 3 seconds to educate them, I do seem a little 'bit.
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