Am I the only one?
Am I the only one who gets these urges?
I am having a bad day. A bad week, a bad month... Things aren't going my way...work, home and life in general are leaning south.
We have all been there, stress-filled days with no end in sight.
The trick of course as any professional will tell you is to find an outlet, a release a manner to defuse the angst.
I know of others who deal with life by reaching for a glass a wine, a beer bottle or a milder outlet such as chocolate. Then there are those who reach for a healthier alternative such as exercise.
Do you know what I crave at times like this?
I get an uncontrollable urge to put a naughty young lady over my lap, flip up her skirt, warm her pantie clad ass and then bare her bottom for an onslaught of open palm spanking.
Not random nor unwarranted. A well deserved spanking mind you. Fully justified.
However, I will admit that it just takes the most minor of infraction to set me off. The littlest of things to send me on my mission to seek solace as I spank sense into a pretty bottom.
The whole process; from all the physical movements, the struggle, the kicking, to all the sounds, the echoing sound of palm on flesh, the protesting, the whimpering...all of it soothes me just thinking about it.
I can't be the only one who gets this uncontrollable urge am I?
Someone tell me I am not alone.
I am having a bad day. A bad week, a bad month... Things aren't going my way...work, home and life in general are leaning south.
We have all been there, stress-filled days with no end in sight.
The trick of course as any professional will tell you is to find an outlet, a release a manner to defuse the angst.
I know of others who deal with life by reaching for a glass a wine, a beer bottle or a milder outlet such as chocolate. Then there are those who reach for a healthier alternative such as exercise.
Do you know what I crave at times like this?
I get an uncontrollable urge to put a naughty young lady over my lap, flip up her skirt, warm her pantie clad ass and then bare her bottom for an onslaught of open palm spanking.
Not random nor unwarranted. A well deserved spanking mind you. Fully justified.
However, I will admit that it just takes the most minor of infraction to set me off. The littlest of things to send me on my mission to seek solace as I spank sense into a pretty bottom.
The whole process; from all the physical movements, the struggle, the kicking, to all the sounds, the echoing sound of palm on flesh, the protesting, the whimpering...all of it soothes me just thinking about it.
I can't be the only one who gets this uncontrollable urge am I?
Someone tell me I am not alone.
It is supposed to hurt young lady. It is called punishment for a reason.
