When I was a girl, my uncle gave me a book called “Boy”, by Roald Dahl.
“This is what school was like in my day!” he said. I doubt he intended “Boy” to have the effect it did.
Reread it aged twenty. Dahl’s memories of school canings…interested me.
I tried self-spanking. Not enough. I went to a dom.
“Bend over!” The magic words. Presenting my bare backside? Hot, trust me.
“Owww!” My first stroke.
Swish….crack! “Ahhhh!”
Six hard strokes hurt more than you think.
My thrashed bottom was in pain, but I was two tickles from orgasm. Hooked.
