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Monday, December 30, 2019

After Dinner Warming - MF Spanking Cartoon

This naughty wife just can't seem to behave herself in public.She has too much to drink , flirts , talks too loud , is rude and generally embarrasses her husband.He has warned her time and time again to behave but she just does not listen.Upon advice from a friend , he is going to try a new method of teaching her how to behave .I have a feeling this might change her ways......

Friday, December 27, 2019

Emma's Threat - FM Spanking Story

The entire dinner table was stunned into silence as soon as the words left Clay's lips.
He immediately regretted his foolish,  uncontrolled outburst and knew by Emma's reaction that he would be regretting it even more.

Clay had been working hard at the Ranch all month , overdoing it as usual and ignoring his wife's attempts to avoid exerting himself.
As a result , he became cranky and irritable , snapping at his employees and taking it out on others , especially Emma.

Emma herself had been working diligently , preparing for the couples 25th anniversary dinner and she did not wish to have Clay in one of his 'moods' and spoil their special night.
She tried tactfully at first , telling Clay to slow down , that he was not 25 anymore and needed to take care of his health.
When that approach failed , Emma had little choice but to use the tried and true method of getting her stubborn Husband's attention .

When Clay returned that evening in his usual foul mood , he found a determined Emma waiting for him.
"Where's my supper ?" he snapped angrily upon seeing the empty table.
"Oh your supper is ready Darling but there was no point setting the table because you'll likely prefer to eat it standing at the mantle!" she replied firmly , with just a hint of a smirk.

Her response had an immediate impact on Clay's demeanour , "Listen here Emma Sweetheart....I know I've been a bit ornery lately and I'm truly sorry....." he began.
"Oh you're going to be sorry alright mister...." Emma interrupted , folding her arms  as she leaned back against the table , " let's go upstairs so we can have a long overdue discussion .....and this time you WILL listen to me I assure you!"

"Aw come on Emma....I said I'm sorry. Let's eat and we'll talk about this later." Clay reasoned , but his wife remained resolute and  pointed to the stairs , " I said upstairs NOW Clay ! You've been asking for this  and now you're gonna get it!"
Reluctantly , the big Cowboy turned around and trudged upstairs with his determined wife following close behind him.

Emma closed the bedroom door and rolled up her sleeve.
Her demeanour indicated weeks of pent up frustration were about to be released on her husband's rear quarters.

"OK  ! Let's have you then Clay!" she declared , taking her seat on the big chair and patting her lap.
Clay stepped out of his remaining piece of clothing , placing his 'tightie whities' neatly with his other clothes.
Taking a deep breath , he strode over to his wife's side.
Emma scooped up the hairbrush and sat back in the chair to allow her big Cowboy to drape his sturdy frame over her denim lap.
She adjusted her man's hips so her target was in the perfect position to receive the brush.
Then she raised her arm and began their 'discussion'.....

A short while later when his backside was well warmed , Clay was permitted to eat supper , albeit standing uneasily at the mantel while Emma sat comfortably at the table .
" I want to be very clear about something Clay. I've gone to a lot of trouble organizing our anniversary dinner , so I want you to be on your very best behaviour .....or , so help me , I'll take you by the ear , march you upstairs and give you  the spanking of your life right there and then!" She warned him.

Clay paused from chewing his steak and looked at his wife in disbelief , "With everybody there ? Even you wouldn't dare do that Emma!" he said somewhat uncertainly.
Emma regarded him sternly , "Oh I think  you know I would dare Clay!"
Clay chuckled in resignation , "You would too wouldn't you?"

So now here we are and despite his wife's warning , Clay had  crossed the line yet again.
He looked over contritely  at Emma , hoping for clemency...or at least a delay of his earned punishment.
Emma took a moment to allow him wallow in his penance.
Then , pushing her plate away , she stood up , "Excuse us everyone , but I need to take Clay somewhere private for a few moments." she announced as if she had been anticipating that very moment.

Clay sat frozen as Emma approached him and let out a very unmanly yelp when she pinched his ear between her forefinger and thumb and hauled him to his feet.
Laughter erupted in the room as Emma swayed confidently down the hall with her reluctant husband stumbling along beside her.

Their amused guests did not know what to expect until the gunshot like cracks of a hairbrush connecting with bare skin echoed down the hallway.
Their daughter Ellie smiled and winked at her boyfriend Wade , "Mom warned Pop she would give him a spanking if he acted up tonight!" she chirped.
"WOW! Emma's really giving it to him good! Is she using a..... " Clay's sister Marg  remarked with a chuckle.
".....a clothes brush I believe....a real big one by the sound of it !" Emma's best friend Sherry added.
"Just like the one I have on my dresser at home....right Mike ?" she smirked to her husband making his face flush red.

While the ladies around the table thoroughly enjoyed the noisy symphony of whacks and yelps , their men sat uneasily in silence , picking at their dinner plates.
The cacophony of noise ended with a final flurry of rapid-fire spanks and howls from Clay.
Moments later , a satisfied and positively  glowing Emma emerged to loud applause from the ladies at the table.
Retaking her seat , she  conversed with her guests as if nothing unusual had happened .

Clay returned next, walking stiffly , his face a blazing red and hands at his sides as if he was trying to resist the urge to rub his burning posterior.
He did his best to act normally but his obvious embarrassment and discomfort showed.
Gripping his chair , his face contorted in a grimace when he carefully lowered himself onto it , letting out an involuntary 'OW!' when his tender cheeks met the harsh wood.

"Would you like a pillow Honey ? Or perhaps you would prefer to eat at the mantel again?" Emma teased to more giggles from the ladies.
Clay forced a smile , "Thanks for the offer Sweetheart...but no." he replied .

Emma grinned in satisfaction , "By the way ladies , I've left the brush on the chair just in case you need it !" she announced to great excitement from the ladies.
Sherry looked sternly at Mike , "Well as a matter of fact , there is the matter of that off-colour joke I warned you not to tell Darlin'...." she told him.
Mike shook his head frantically , "No wouldn't....not here....YEOOW!" his protests ended with his wife pinching his ear firmly.
Let's go Darlin' !" she declared , hurrying Mike along with a firm slap to the seat of his denims.

Ellie looked at he boyfriend , "You're next Wade...and I think you know why..."she warned.
Wade's jaw dropped and he fidgeted nervously at the table while they listened to the symphony of 'WHACKs' and 'OWs coming from upstairs .
A short while later when a red-faced Mike was escorted back to the table by a buoyant Sherry , it was Wade's turn to make that long walk upstairs where the hairbrush awaited him.

As the steady stream of spankings continued , Emma busied herself in the kitchen preparing dessert.
By the time she was ready to serve  , each and every man at the table was squirming uncomfortably in his seat!

"Would you gentlemen like your pie hot or cold ?" she asked to cackles and giggles from the ladies.
"I'd say they had best have it cold Emma.....they have more than enough heat than they can handle for now !"Sherry replied.

Emma shook her head and looked a Clay , "....and you said an anniversary party would be boring Sweetheart!"
Clay cocked his head and looked at his wife , "You planned all this didn't you Emma McCord?" he asked.
His wife beamed proudly as she served him his pie , "Of course I did...with a little help from the girls!" she chuckled.

He gave Emma's plump backside a hearty slap as she leaned over ,"Clay McCord! How dare you!" she shrieked ,feigning indignation.
"That was just a little taste of what you can expect after the party young lady!" he warned sternly.
"Promises , promises...." Emma cooed in response.

Friday, December 20, 2019

Pass the Brush - MF Spanking Cartoon

Is there anything worse than having to hold the dreaded brush until the spanker is ready to use it?

Friday, December 13, 2019

A Good Blistering - FM Spanking Comic

Alan and Janet had not been dating long before she threatened him with a 'good blistering'.
Alan laughed and requested a clarification which his assertive new girlfriend was happy to provide.
He felt his face flush when Janet explained which area of his anatomy which would  be blistered and how she intended to do it.
"Blistering of the skin occurs when it experiences intense heat and , believe me Alan darling , my hairbrush will create very intense heat when I apply it to your bare bottom!" Janet informed him matter of factly.
"Don't worry Alan , we will be having a long 'discussion' about all this very soon Alan!" she adds.
Alan still did not believe her until it was time for that 'discussion'......

Wednesday, December 11, 2019

Learning the Hard Way - MF Spanking Cartoon

Mary has been naughty again and knows what her boyfriend Nigel will do , but still tries to convince him otherwise.
Nigel is committed to teaching her how to behave and believes a good spanking is the best lesson!

Friday, December 6, 2019

The Brush - FM Spanking Cartoon

With a  short demonstration and little help from her Husband Bob , Susan recruits another member to the Disciplinary Wives Club !

Wednesday, December 4, 2019

Peeping Paula busted - MF Spanking Tale

Paula  dug her high heels into the rungs of the wobbling ladder to secure her balance.
She much preferred her latest client had used a ground floor room to deal with their errant husband but she was more than willing to scale a ladder to take in the proceedings going on in the upstairs bedroom.
It certainly was worth the effort just  to see the surprised expression on a husband's face when they noticed her presence.

As she waited for the participants to arrive, she  tightened her grip on the window sill and was setting up her camera when she was startled by a male voice from below , "Enjoying yourself 'Peeping Paula'?"
Paula looked down to see a man in a trench coat and dark glasses standing with one foot on the bottom rung of the ladder. , "Who are you and what are you doing here ?" she demanded, albeit somewhat  nervously.

The man grinned and removed his glasses to reveal a handsome profile , "I'm Special Agent Paul , I've been following you for weeks....but right now I'm just enjoying the view!"
Paula gasped , "Pervert !" she exclaimed , realizing the man was able to peer up her skirt,  and she reached a hand back to pull her skirt tighter.

"How dare you!" Paula shrieked , the ladder wobbling dangerously from her sudden movements .
 Luckily 'Paul' was there to steady it .
"I'm the pervert ? I'm not the one standing on a ladder peeping into somebody 's bedroom.....and if you are going to climb ladders you really should wear pants.....or at least underwear! Now are you going to come down or do I have to go up there and get you ?" he cackled.

"Go away ....I'm an agent working on a case ....and don't you dare come up here!" an outraged Paula said.
"Well if that's true , then you have some explaining to do , because I have reports of you peeping through windows all over the city. It took me this long to finally track you down.Now come down from there before you get hurt." Paul told her.

Realizing her cover , and her undies , were exposed , Paula looked around for an escape jus as her client , Jane Alcorn entered the bedroom .
Paula waved and gestured frantically for her to open the window.

However , mistaking Paula's waving  as excitement  , Jane simply waved back to her before turning her attention to her naked husband .
Poor Mr. Alcorn was shocked and embarrassed to see an attractive woman peering at him through the window but he was too busy being lectured by his angry wife to do anything.

Paula decided to open the window herself from the outside , and she almost succeeded , but her last push bounced the ladder back and she was now teetering on it precariously  while  Paul did his best to hold it steady and steer it and Paula back to the window.

Panicking , in the dim light , Paula saw what she thought was a bush within jumping range.
Gambling it would cushion her landing , she leapt athletically from the ladder while Paul looked on in amazement.
He heard a crash accompanied by anguished yelps from Paula , "Ouch ! Yeoow! Oh Shit!"
Rushing to her aid , he was relieved to find the naughty spy sitting uncomfortably in a thorny rose bush.
"Ooow! Ouch! Eeek! Well don't just stand there .....get me outa this thing !" she wailed .
Paul laughed at her predicament before offering a hand to scoop Paula from her prickly seat.

Paula winced and put a hand to the back of her skirt which had hiked up during her fall , causing her to  scantily clad bottom to take the brunt of the fall.
"Serves you right !" Paul chuckled.
" butt feels like a pin cushion! " Paula whined.

Paul took a firm hold of her hand , "I'd be glad to inspect the damage for you?" he teased.
"I'll bet you would.....let me go!"Paula raged.
Paul shook his head , "Sorry can't do that Paula. You're coming with me !" he said dragging her along with him.
Paula could here the distinctive noises of a sound spanking coming from the Alcorn's open window.
"Can't I at least finish my assignment?" Paula reasoned.
Paul turned to her , "No you can't! You're busted peeping Paula and there are a lot of people waiting to see you get your comeuppance!" he scolded.

To her surprise , Paul let her inside the Alcorn's house and into the basement where a familiar group of spankers and spankees awaited.
Paul dragged Paula over to the sofa and tossed her effortlessly over his lap while the witnesses gathered around to watch the proceedings.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" an indignant Paula protested.
"I would have thought that should be obvious 'Agent' Paula. I'm going to give you the spanking of your life and these folks are going to watch and enjoy seeing you get what you deserve....we just need to wait for the Alcorns!" he replied.

Paula struggled on her captor's lap but quickly realized it was futile .
"The Alcorns? You mean they are in on this?" she asked.
Paul smiled , "Yep...they are undercover agents who set the trap and you fell right into it!"
Just then a smiling Jane Alcorn arrived , hairbrush in hand and her chastened husband in tow.

"Ah! Welome Mr. & Mrs. Alcorn . Shall we begin?" Paul announced , raising Paula's skirt to reveal her shapely twin globes.
"What happened to her bottom?" Jane Alcorn giggled.
Paul examined Paula's bottom, "She had an altercation with a rose bush trying to escape ,but that is going to be the least of her problems by the time I'm done with her. Hand me that hairbrush pleased ....I'm going to need it !"

Monday, December 2, 2019

'Honey Do' List - FM Spanking Comic

If you are going to ignore your Wife's 'Honey Do' list to go golfing , and then brag about it to your friends , don't ever think she won't find out about it.
This naughty Husband learns this the hard way , and instead of an afternoon of him swinging a golf club , it will be her swinging a bath brush against his bare backside!
Even worse than the spanking will be having to call his friend and explain why he can't golf with him!

Tuesday, November 26, 2019

Trudy Tames Tardy Tom - FM Spanking Comic

This comic is a redux of some of my very early work in the blog titled "Spanked Fiancee"

Tuesday, November 19, 2019

She's the Boss - FM Spanking Cartoons

Most Husbands should know that when your wife assigns you a task she expects it to be completed as requested and on time.
However , these two Husbands are finding out the hard way that procrastination , sloppy work or plain disobedience will not be tolerated and carry severe consequences !

Sunday, November 17, 2019

The Jokari Paddle - FM Spanking Story

I came across it purely by chance at a local yard sale.
When my Husband saw me ask the seller for a price he looked at me strangely , "You do know that is supposed to come as a set of two with a ball attached to a string?" he informed me.

"Of course I do Honey!" I replied , digging into my purse for the $5 asking price .
"So why would you pay $5 for one racquet ? It's useless!" he asked irritably.
I smiled at him as I handed over the money , "For what I neeed it for I'll only need one my Dear and I'm going to be using it quite a lot!" I replied.

Admiring my new purchase , I slapped it hard against my palm producing a 'WHACK!"  loud enough to turn the heads of the other browsers , "You promised me this morning that you'd be patient while I shopped and not complain  , so  if you're  not hoing to do that , then  go wait in the car for me while I look around some more....and don't you dare honk the horn at me like you did last time?" I scolded loudly.

The older lady who sold me the paddle chuckled at our exchange  and passed me a $1 , "I'll let you have it for $4 Dear . It looks like you'll be putting it to good use!" she smiled, "....and by the way , we do have the whole Jokari set and the other paddle has been hanging in our bedroom closet for years!" she proudly revealed , "I thought perhaps this one  might be put to good use by another like-minded wife!"

"Oh don't worry about that , it's going to be used a lot....starting with today!" I confirmed , rolling the paddle over in my hand , "It certainly feel like it packs quite a punch!" I remarked.
"Oh believe me dear it packs one heck of a punch......doesn't it Honey?" She replied poking her preoccuped husband in the ribs.

He turned around and visibly flinched when he saw me holding the paddle , the mere sight of it obviously stirring unpleasant memories for him.
"This nice lady was just enquiring how stingy this paddle is , and as I don't have any experience receiving it myself,  I thought you could tell her!" she prompted , clearly enjoying his discomfort.

With her unsuspecting husband rendered momentarily speechless she proceeded to answer for him , "I like to have him bent over a chair so I can get a nice swing and follow through. Believe me , he needs that chair to hold onto once I connect with it. You should hear him howl ,  and I can tell you that he is not at all keen to sit for a day or two afterwards! "she added.

Her husband , a tall good looking man in his 60's smiled nervously at me and nodded , "Monica's right ! She sure knows how to swing that thing and yes it does hurts like the dickens!" he confessed , rubbing the seat of his jeans dramatically for effect.

Surprised at their openness I decided to probe further , "Really ? If you don't mind me asking , how many licks does she usually give you?" I asked boldly.
Closing his eyes as if to recall an actual experience , he took a moment to reply , "Well that would depend on what I did , or what sort of mood she's in ...but I'd say around 50 or 60.....It's hard for me to keep count when she's laying it on thick and fast!"he confessed.
"All I know is that he behaves like  a true gentleman and treats me like a Queen afterwards , for at least as long as his butt is still sore!" his wife quipped.

WIth my new purchase in hand I settled into the car beside my waiting , and rather pensive hubby.
"The next yard sale is only a few blocks away..." he said , starting the engine.
"I think that will do for today Sweetheart ,you are clearly not interested !" I scolded.
"Look Honey...I'm sorry about that but I ..." he began until I stopped him by pressing my finger against his lips.
"The only words I want to hear from you are 'Yes Ma'am ' and 'No Ma'am '.  I'll be dealing with that attitude of yours when we get home.....with 50 good hard swats with this on your bare butt!" I announced with a hint of  a smile.

He stared at the paddle , his hands momentarily frozen to the steering wheel , "You're not serious?" he asked uncertainly.
"Oh I am deadly serious Dear , and as I did not hear a 'Ma'am ' lets make that 60 swats shall we?" I replied , revelling in my role now.
His lips opened and closed again and after reconsideration he mouthed , "Yes Ma'am!"

Sure enough , a short while later my naughty husband was standing stark naked before me while I placed the big chair in the middle of our bedroom, awaiting his first taste of my Jokari paddle .

I scooped it up and paced before him , "Let me explain how this is going to work. Upon my command you will bend over that chair with your butt out. I don't want to hear any excuses or I will be adding extra swats. I suggest you hold on tight as this is going to hurt. Understood?" I barked.
With his head bowed he responded with another "Yes  Ma'am!"

I pointed at the chair , "Bend over the chair and present your bottom for punishment!"
Without protest , he scurried over to the chair and assumed the position.

I decided to start off slowly , delivering measured but solid swats to alternate cheeks and I could tell by his reaction that he was  feeling it .
He tried his best to remain silent , but little gasps and grunts were  escaping from his lips each time my paddle landed.
I noticed his hips and feet moving involuntarily and his grip
 on the chair tightening.

 I began to swing harder and boy did he start to holler .
He remained in position but was moving his butt quite a lot now to avoid the more powerful swats ,  so I paused to remind him to hold on tightly to the chair and keep his butt out as I was far from finished.
"Yes Ma'am! Sorry Ma'am! he grimaced in response.

I leaned back and really let fly with my next swat and he  sprang up grabbing  his cheeks with both hands, "GEEZUS JEN! Take it easy will ya !" he complained , immediately regretting his outburst .
" I  ordered you to stay in place or I would add extra swats didn't I?" I scolded.
"Well that just earned you an extra 10 swats !" I told him.
His jaw dropped but he knew better than to protest and dutifully bent over the chair again.

I was now warming to my task with determination and , admittedly , a generous amount of sheer pleasure!
My new paddle was indeed making quite an impression on my husband , whose stubborn male pride had him trying his best to keep his reactions in check , but I knew I was soon going to 'break him' .
As the Jokari scorched his backside he started screeching and wailing  so loudly  I'm quite sure the neighbours must have heard him.

I was only about half way through his 60 swat ordeal and his butt cheeks were really starting to show it , so I decided to target my attack on the virgin territory at the top of his thighs.
His howls intensified and  pleaded earnestly with me to stop .
He was now one sorry , contrite husband who was going to have trouble sitting for the next day or two !

To his credit , Hubby managed to endure the remainder of his paddling , including his earned additional swats , albeit with
lots of howling and squirming , but more importantly, with  contrite apologies and promises to behave himself.

Since then , the Jokari paddle became my 'go to' implement when he did something to merit serious correction .
He is absolutely terrified at the mere sight or even mention of it.
If he acts up , I remind him of it's power  and he immediately smartens up in the hope I will let him off the hook - but I rarely do!

When he has been particularly naughty  ,  I will leave the jokari displayed openly where he can see it for days , keeping him on pins and needles , knowing that a sound punishment is coming but not knowing  when I might announce and deliver it.

Only when I feel the time is right , I will bring out the chair , take the paddle off its hook and summon him into the room.
His expression is priceless when he sees me standing there beside the chair , the dreaded Jokari in my hand and my sleeves rolled up.
The moment he sees the jokari in my hand , he  will  apologize profusely and even beg for me to use another implement , and I must admit that I simply revel at his grovelling.

His face will redden and  little beads of sweat appear on his forehead a I tell him how hard I am going to paddle him, how much it will hurt and what his bottom will feel like afterwards.
 I thoroughly enjoy his terrified reaction and he still tries his best to talk me out of paddling him ,even though he knows it is fruitless.

These days he knows the routine well and without being told  , he bares his bottom and bends over the back of the chair.
I am quite fussy and make sure he is positioned to my liking and remind him to stay in place and holding on firmly to the chair.

He still  stubbornly  does his utmost to take his punishment ' like a man'  , not wishing to give me the satisfaction of a reaction  , even though he knows I will eventually 'break him'.
For the first 6 or 8 whacks he usually manages to remain in place , and mostly silent apart from a few hisses , puffs and grunts , but by the time I reach a dozen he is yelping loudly and struggling to stay in position.

I take my time , taking aim with a full swing and follow through for each swat.
Once I reach 20 , any sense of decorum he had has long since disappeared and he is a wailing , struggling , pleading and apologizing mess .
Ignoring his antics , I continue , measuring my swats, scolding him and reminding him to hold on to the chair and stay in place.

I don't bother to keep count but usually bring his punishment to an end after about 50 or 60 whacks , making sure the final 5 or 6 are applied with extra vigour.
By that time his entire bottom and upper thighs are a blazing red  with white areas forming on his sit spots which he will be feeling for days.

He must remain in place bent over the chair for a few moments while I admire my handiwork and continue to lecture him on why he has such a very sore backside .
As I do so , he is  sweating , breathing heavily , moaning and shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot.

I can tell by the shaking  , unsteady tone of his "Yes Ma'am!" that the effects of his paddling have sunk in.
When I allow him to stand , his face is as red as his bottom and he cannot hide his wincing and grimacing while he restores his pants.
I hang the Jokari back on the door handle , and there it will  remain for a day or two as a reminder to him of my power.

I always schedule a little 'sit down chat' with him afterwards to discuss his behaviour and punishment.
While I enjoy this immensely , for obvious reasons , he absolutely hates it. Sitting is not something he wants to after the bottom roasting I just gave him !
He tries to slip his hands under his legs to elevate his sore bottom from the harsh wooden chair , but I promptly order him to keep both hands on the table and lower his tender rear quarters onto the harsh wood.

As I sit nice and comfortably , my naughty man is wincing and  squirming uncontrollably on his seat.
Of course , I  love to tease him about it and for the next day or two he will do his best to avoid sitting!

I also love to tease him about the marks my paddle left on his backside and will sometimes  order him to drop his pants so I can to inspect his paddled cheeks and admire my handiwork.

The glowing red will eventually fade,  but the scorched skin on his sit spots of both cheeks leave marks and bruises which can sometimes remain for a week.

They may be hard to find these days , but I would recommend you ladies acquire this classic implement to your won't regret it but your husband surely will !

Thursday, November 14, 2019

The Welcoming - FM Spanking Cartoon

When Art and Willie arranged their golf game , they promised their wives they would be back in lots of time for the two couples to have dinner together at 7.30pm.
Well , things went on a little longer than expected at the Club house and the tardy pair completely lost track of time.
During their hurried journey home , they assured each other that their wives would understand , and so what if they ate dinner a little late?
A warm reception awaited them when they finally did arrive , but things were about to get a lot hotter for them ....much hotter !

Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Pool Room Paddling - MF Spanking Cartoon

When these young ladies challenged their boyfriends to a friendly game of pool they were confident of winning until the stakes were agreed.
If the ladies won , their men agreed to take them on that luxury resort vacation they had been nagging them about for weeks.
However , if the guys won they would give their naughty girlfriends the bare bottom spanking that they had been warning them about for weeks.
It was a closely fought contest with the men winning in the end , but in fact everyone was a winner as  a few weeks later the three couples were sunning themselves on the beach at that resort.
The ladies appeared to have a nasty sunburn on their posteriors , clearly visible through those thong bikinis.....or was it something else than turned their cheeks that shade of red ?

Tuesday, November 12, 2019

She's Late Again - MF Spanking Cartoon

He has tried everything to cure her tardiness , but here they are late again for an important event because she is not ready.
This time he will teach her never to keep them late again.
Despite her protests she will have to endure this evening sitting on the sorest bottom in town !