A vignette.
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Sleep shirt, up.
Panties, at her knees.
His spanking is unrelenting, his leg locked around hers. She can’t escape and she doesn’t want to; her wiggling makes sure of that.
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-M
(jk it is)
A vignette.
o0o
Sleep shirt, up.
Panties, at her knees.
His spanking is unrelenting, his leg locked around hers. She can’t escape and she doesn’t want to; her wiggling makes sure of that.
o0o
-M
Number 2 – more a sketch than a painting…also, this is post number 90! Ten more to 100! Maybe I should do something special?
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“Please don’t, Miss.”
The headmistress removed his tie while he stood with his hands on his head, his bottom stinging from the six cane strokes blooming under his school shorts.
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-M
The first of…many?
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“Spread your legs.”
“No!”
The silence is heavy – she dangles over his lap, spreads her legs.
“Good girl.”
The insides of her thighs aren’t spared.
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-M