On the one hand she hated the spanking itself but on the other she looked forward to the sensation afterwards, the warmth, the soreness. Today though,...here, now, across Lucy’s lap and being spanked by her, she felt something else, a tingling in her pussy, a wetness she knew she already had, and so she raised her bottom, welcoming Lucy’s next spank which soon thrashed down on her other bottom cheek but undeterred she raised her bottom again and again as each spank followed spank. Soon though. "Like I could ever afford it now!" Emily said, suddenly laughing off the depressing spell she'd gone through."Do you still have the money from the sale?"Emily shrugged. "Sure. But that maker's violins have doubled in price in the last five years. Every time I hear of one up for sale, I check it out, just to see if it's my mother's violin." That's really sad, Emily," Richard said. "I can't imagine how it must have felt to lose your mother, and then her violin too."Emily did not say anything as. ” Nikki’s gave a throaty chortle. “If you ever saw him unhappy in the mornings last year, it was probably because he could not sit properly”.At this point the butterflies were racing in my stomach. Most girls that I had been with I had either spanked, or asked them to spank or whip me. It had never gone particularly well, some girls openly saying no, some - worse – saying yes but giggling through what was supposed to be a session of corporal punishment. All those disappointments, the silly. I was walking across the marble floor when my enhanced hearing picked up an argument going on in the far corner of the lobby. I looked over to see a broad-shouldered man in an expensive looking tailored suit, arguing with a teenage girl wearing a miniskirt and a white silk blouse.“ ... and that’s final,” the man said. “You’re too young to wander around a city you don’t know on your own, especially in a skirt that short!” he finished.“I’m not a child anymore, dad. I’m 15, almost 16, and I’ve.