the lesson..
she was laying on her stomach.. skirt pulled up to her waist.. panties on the floor beside the bed… a bright pink strip of rubber showing clearly between the reddened cheeks of her bottom…
she was in trouble… again..
she never seemed to know when to stop talking.. when to stop arguing actually.. she would get excited and just say whatever popped into her head.. even when someplace back in the recesses of her brain a voice was urging her to close her mouth.. to accept what she was being told to do.. in essence it was telling her to be a good girl..
but she didn’t listen.. again..
she was laying on her stomach.. freshly spanked with His favorite leather belt.. a plug inserted into that very special little place He saved for when He needed to teach a naughty little girl a lesson she needed to remember…
