spanking

Spanking a child is about the parent not the child. The child will learn more from positive correction than physical manipulation.

I also saw that theologically speaking the whole idea of a smacking is not congruent with the teaching revealed in the gospel of Jesus Christ. God sent His Son into the world to save the world so they would not have to suffer for their own sins, but parents today punish their children and make them undergo the horrors of punishment for even the most minor of infractions. The idea of mercy is seemingly not applied at all. When parents' sin, they ask God to forgive them, repent and know they are forgiven. When children sin, they are judged, tried, condemned and punished.

It's just not as hot without biting, scratching, and spanking, involved.

Are you going to spank me, daddy? I'm a very bad girl! (bending over naked)"Oh yeah daddy - spank my ass harder!!!

She remained in this attitude, clearly inviting him to touch her. Taking a position of advantage, he rested his right hand on her buttock. He considered a moment then raised his arm and brought his palm upon her, delivering a sharp spank. He felt the acuteness of it on his own skin. He gave her another, watching his hand in the mirror opposite, as it made contact. The slap caused her to flinch, but her heard her sigh also: the timbre of which was now familiar to him. He paused, allowing the sensation of the sting to sink in before giving her more. She remained folded over for him, eager for more of his burning smacks upon her flesh. The peach of her cheeks rippled each time under the impact of his blows.

It wasn__ that her dress was revealing, not by current standards, but the fitted bodice and flaring skirt played with a man__ imagination in a maddening way. It would be easy access to put her over his knee, flip up the skirt and warm her luscious ass with the palm of his hand.

Accepting necessary conflicts for the sake of improving the lives of children is the only fundamental moral crusade that matters.

Now I really feel sorry for her. Your hand is as bad as Rob__ paddle,_ Cassie shuddered.__hank you.___ didn__ mean it as a compliment!

Of course it hurts, it__ a spanking. How else would it work?

I wouldn't do this if i didn't care, but you mean everything to me, and if this is what you need, then this is what you'll get. But we're damned well going to work on changing this association between caring and spanking.

I concentrate intently on counting: hearing my voice break as the torment and torture builds; fingering myself intensely at his instruction. As we get past ten I slip up; overwhelmed by the sensations wracking my body, I realise in horror that I don__ know which number is next.

Much though we like these panties," he says, tugging at the small material covering my pulsating sex, "they're only going to be in the way...

He spanks me again, and again, and again. I lose count after ten strikes, too consumed with the aching sensation spreading across the lower half of my torso. Eventually, I hear myself gasp and moan at each strike, the sting intensifying as my flesh warms with every blow.

I press my face into his cold skin, immersing myself in the smell of the man who has so fundamentally changed me. He twists his head left again, watching me.__f these chains were to disappear, I would tan that beautiful backside for you for that comment.__is tone is low, sending a shiver through me. I feel my breath quicken at his words, imagining me sprawled over his strong lap, my skirts tossed over my torso as he administers my spanking. I clench the moistening muscles between my legs, acknowledging how good the idea sounds. His eyes sparkle as they assess my responses.__ou would like that too, wouldn__ you, my captive?_ he probes.I swallow hard, knowing that even in this gloom, Anders will notice my colour rising from my neck to my cheeks.__es,_ I murmur, transfixed by him even in this new role reversal.__ave you missed me?_ he asks, moving his arms in the metal chains above us. __ave you missed my discipline?___ou know I have,_ I reply, not daring to take my eyes from his blue orbs.

She wasn't sure if he was a devil in heaven or a fallen angel in hell. He was beautiful.

Spanking is a one handed round of applause in appreciation of a magnificent Ass.

We are drawn to repetition. We can watch the tide rolling for hours into shore. The clouds skittering across the sky. We can listen to the pulsing beat of bongo drums and are drawn magnetically to the slap, slap, slap of a girl being chastised. The human is a mystery, even too himself.

I've got a mind to turn you over my knee and spank the spoiled hell out of you