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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 (vabhè, 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 (vabhè, 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'è 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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