Thorough and well written. Thank you Megan.

My most extreme spanking client, in my call-girl days, would put a doubled up bath towel across my lap, as I sat on the sofa.

First pulling his pants and underwear down to his knees, already erect, he would then lie down across my lap, and call me “Auntie”, in a whiny voice. He would tell me how sorry he was, promising to never do “it” again.

As per our first telephone interview, I called him a, “bad boy”, and a “stupid little shit!”, etc, etc….(heaping on all of the verbal abuse I could think of).

At the same time, as per his earlier instructions, I quickly increased the intensity of the blows. I spanked him as hard as I could, at his insistence, until his smooth, white cheeks began to glow red, and, as per his request, they started turning purple.

It was around that time that his hips moved convulsively, and he cried out in ecstasy.

Didn’t do a thing for me, but that little shit was just soo bad! 🤔😂

Peace Love Kindness Respect the more you give the more you get 😍

PS: my hand was always a little bruised, too…