House Rules... Birdie

When his parents offered us a free place to live, Brian warned me that they would respond with firm old-fashioned discipline for any violations of their very reasonable house rules. Having been raised with corporal punishment, I readily accepted.

They loved me very much and wanted me to be the well behaved daughter they never had so they never hesitated to lovingly paddle or strap my bared bottom when I deserved it. I knew how much they loved me and I loved them very much...

Their punishment was different from how I was raised. His mom would always have me leave my bottom bared after a paddling until his dad would strap me later.

For some strange reason, as I awaited being strapped by his dad, I had a strange mixture of very powerful emotions. There was definitely a dreadful fear of the sting of his leather strap but I also felt strong unexpected delightfully pleasant sensations of erotic arousal. I hoped that they couldn't tell how horny I felt by the scent of my wetness.

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