Daddy’s Firm Hand

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What can teach you some manners better than Daddy’s Firm Hand? Nothing! When we are kiddos or teens, we often make our parents be embarrassed or we try to challenge them. Not like it is a good idea, but damn, who did not fuck with them around?! It is so exciting and stupid at the same time.

Every time when you raise a voice on your elders, your adrenalin raises at the same time and on the same scale. Fear, power, confident and terror: you all experience at the same moment. Usually, if it is a Mommy, who you are yelling at, she will give you a light slaps and yell at you back, or get angry and wont cook a dinner for a naughty girl. But it is so dangerous, if you make your Daddy get mad at you.

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Sneaking in My Neighbor’s Hot Tub

My very hot and sexy neighbor just installed a hot tub.  I’m completely and totally jealous.  So, I decided to sneak over the fence one night when I was pretty sure he would be asleep.  I thought I was being sneaky and quiet but apparently not as much as I thought.  Because suddenly the back yard light popped on and the back door opened.  He came out in just his boxers, hands on his hips, towering over me.

What the fuck do you think you’re doing back here, young lady?

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Zoey’s Trip to the Woodshed Phone Sex Part 2

Trip to the Woodshed: I got through class and was very attentive and careful driving to Daddy’s house as he had instructed me to do with his text after my class was through.  Letting myself into Daddy’s house I saw him sitting in the living room with the twelve-inch purple heart wood paddle laying on the coffee table.  I didn’t need to be told what to do with myself.  Purple heart wood is a very hard wood and I had felt the bite of that punishment paddle more times that I’d like to admit.

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Zoey’s Trip to the Woodshed Phone Sex Part 2

Trip to the Woodshed.  I got through class and was very attentive and careful driving to Daddy’s house as he had instructed me to do with his text after my class was through.  Letting myself into Daddy’s house I saw him sitting in the living room with the twelve-inch purple heart wood paddle laying on the coffee table.  I didn’t need to be told what to do with myself.  Purple heart wood is a very hard wood and I had felt the bite of that punishment paddle more times that I’d like to admit.

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Paddled by Professor Part 2 Phone Sex

Find Paddled by Professor part 1 here

I arrived at Professor’s home at the time he had commanded.  I didn’t even have to knock on the door as he was already waiting with the door open as I got out of my car and walked up his porch steps.  With a hand on my lower back he guided me into his home and into his study.  He informed me that this is where my punishment would be carried out to its completion.

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Tainted part I: A Phonesex Journey Begins

Nina 1-844-332-2639 Ext 378

When I met Mr. Whitechapel for the first time I was pleasantly surprised by his stature and demeanor. Before the job interview, I had tried to get my hands on as much information about my new employer as I possibly could. Interviews portrayed him as this firecracker of a man with a loud boisterous personality. Many of the articles about Mr. Whitechapel claimed that he was a powerhouse and an enigma. Intimidated I tried to picture Mr.Whitechapel as just another employer and myself as the young personal assistant he had selected. As the elevator approached Mr.Whitechapel floor I prepared myself for making a brief introduction. Once the elevator door opened I hurriedly stepped out and stumbled nearly falling into Mr.Whitechapel arms. Calmly he helped me up and introduced himself as “Aiden Whitechapel” my new boss. Stunned at the size of Mr. Whitechapel and his striking features, I meekly shook his hand and said a bit too loudly “Nina Rose Alexander Sir”, looking down at me he chuckled and smiled.

Suddenly Mr. Whitechapel grabs my hand, strokes it gently and then says “Rose is a lovely middle name, may I call you Rose sometimes, Nina?”All I could do was blush till my face was the same shade of red as Mr. Whitechapel hair. Captivated by his easy-going manner and powerful sexual magnetism, my only response was a mumbled thank you. He stood at 6’7, had hands the size of my face and the build of a professional athlete. If he was within five feet of anyone smaller than himself, they would need to move about ten feet away to not feel smothered by him. In every way, Mr. Whitechapel dominated his environment. Even though his demeanor was gentle and sweet, the man had an air of quiet confidence about him that could be very intimidating.

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