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Spank me, please.
I really loved to be spanked. I love the feeling I get when I get into trouble. How my heart starts thudding and my pulse is off the charts, and my Uncle will say 'that's it! your getting a long ** spanking!' This twinge will go up my spine and then, I don't know he will spanked me pretty hard for while till my ** really burns and I've 'learned my lesson.' I have cussed at him just so he will spank me longer, or again. I don't know I never cry. I just glare at him because I won. Just so long as he doesn't use a belt. Which he hasn't, but I wonder? Is that strange? Man handle me all you want, but I win in the end.
I was visiting my grandfather at his farm at 16. I often played in the hay loft of a barn. There were rules that I had to abide by or get spanked. I went too far and he was going to spank me. I knew the routine of going into what he called the "discipline" stall. I was to undress in front of him, spread my legs, and grab my ankles to prepare for my Spanking.
This time he decided to tie my hands above my head. He said since I am 16, that it was time to step up the spankings because he thought I enjoyed it too much. Sure enough, he had a barbershop that he used. My bottom was related from top to bottom by the time he was done. Talk about not sitting down for a while.
My uncle went threw my history and red this. He spanked me real hard with a belt. It sucked a lot I had a lota welts