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!
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