The Punishment Files: Volumes 1-3: Thirty Spanking Stories

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You will look at me when you speak to me, little girl.” He increased the tempo and the harshness of each swat. Now and then, Mary would get depressed about the passing years and having to start over, but when that happened, Mary’s lifelong friend, Sue, would be there to support her. We saw a lot of Sue, those days. Oh, and you might want to shave first,” Susan said. “I’m not an expert, but I’ve heard that male chastity devices have a tendency to pull on those sensitive little hairs down there.”

Countless other people of the noble class were tortured or executed over the centuries within the Tower until 1749 when the last execution took place. With so many people having died in the Tower of London, it’s no surprise this former prison is considered one of the most haunted places in London. Damnatio Memoriae – the Punishment of Non-Existence Jacob grabbed her chin and turned her face so she couldn’t avert his gaze. “Eyes on me, young lady. Start again.” Chris lands himself in trouble at school while his parents are away. His sister devises a suitable punishment for him, agreed to by the school. So I make her do it again-- "Hhurgh!"-- and again-- " Uuuuurghh! Gk, gkkk--"-- and again until her stomach surrenders the last dribble of puke.Her vivacious smile spun their evening into action. She teased captivating stories from the Davenports about starting their company. Their conversation bounced along, despite the Davenports being older. Like crap you’re going to do anything,” Peter growls in frustration. “You two just don’t understand what it’s like for me.” You have to credit ProPublica and any co-reporting partners. In the byline, we prefer “Author Name, Publication(s).” At the top of the text of your story, include a line that reads: “This story was originally published by ProPublica.” You must link the word “ProPublica” to the original URL of the story. I took off the lid to find a small navy-blue cloth bag cinched tight with a golden cord. I looked quizzically at Mary, then loosened the cord, opened the bag and dumped its contents on the table with a metallic clatter.

Oh God," moaned Stacy. She argued as much as she dared, which wasn’t much, for she could see her parents were furious at her behavior and she couldn’t really disagree. She did deserve spanking, but did it have to be in front of her boy cousins? Today, iron maidens are displayed in museums around the world, though these specimens are likely to have been made during the 19th century. Trial by Ordeal: A Life or Death Method of Judgement You look fantastic," he said, hoping to imbibe her with spirit as he watched her full effect arrive in their spacious living area. She obeyed, her skin stretching taut, swamping her paddled bottom in a storm of fresh sting. Appalled by her prospective pain, she cherished his ruthless zeal. The most gruesome aspect of this device is that it doubles as a sort of musical device for the ‘entertainment’ of the onlookers. As the heated metal seared the victim’s flesh, he or she would scream in agony. These screams were channeled into “small sounding pipes in the nostrils” of the bull, which resulted in a bellowing sound. In Diodorus’ account, Perillos is claimed to have said to the tyrant “his cries of pain will give you pleasure as they come through the pipes in the nostrils.”

His sharp leather signatures delivered fiery pain. She analyzed her interactions, struggling to discover a single polite one. His uncompromising toughness pulsed pleasure into her sex, clearing spaces in her mind for genuine remorse. Thin rectangles of penetrating heat replaced fading strokes, keeping her bottom ablaze and her conscience clear. He was beating her without debate. She deserved it. Strapping her hard, he was leaving her lowest curves - on which she would sit - untouched. In our state, there’s a waiting period of six months after filing for a Mutual Consent Divorce, and neither Mary nor I was in a hurry for me to move out of our house. So, during the waiting period, I moved my things to the larger of our two spare bedrooms. Mary was okay with that. Though no longer intimate, we were still sweethearts. My intent was to find a place closer to where I worked I could move into when the divorce was final. I thought it would be great to ride my bike to the office, or even walk on nice days. I just hadn’t taken the time to do any serious looking. In retrospect, I should have hired someone to do the looking for me. She spread my knees apart and gently began lubing my rear passage. I felt the tip of something cool touch me and begin sliding inside: something long, cylindrical, and slightly textured. So, what’s it to be Peter…?” Jenny leans forward in her seat. “Are you going to allow ol’ auntie here to correct your unruly behavior or is it goodbye to your precious bike!?” Keri sniffs in and wipes at her eyes. “I’ve….,” she says, trying to talk through the tears. “I’ve had enough Peter. I can’t deal with this anymore.”