1. The Plumber's Daughter Chapter 3


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: beagle9690, Rating: 90.2, Source: sexstories.com

    You are not a child. Adults have choices. Adults must face the consequences for their actions. There are some things that I won’t stand for…even from you.” “You are going to spank me aren’t you?” I asked, kissing his lips again. “Yes, my love. You have left me little choice.” “Do you believe me when I say I am sorry, Patrick?” “I accept your contrition, Marie, your apology… but as a Catholic, you of all people know penance always follows contrition.” Patrick assured me offering me his strong callused hand and I took it. Patrick: WHEN I ARRIVED HOME I found Marie waiting in the kitchen. Marie spent her time well in the 3 hours that I was gone. My love looked incredibly hot and sexy, most distracting which was no doubt her battle plan all along, female subterfuge. I knew that much about women. Nevertheless, operation bare bottom spanking was about to commence. Marie said she was sorry and I believe her. Marie is anything but a liar. My Queen is strong willed; has a temper and a saucy mouth and perhaps is a bit spoiled. Marie also has a loving sweetness that has stolen my heart. My Queen loves and trusts me. That was confirmed when Marie gave me her little hand. Marie: PATRICK SAT ON A KITCHEN CHAIR and made me lay across his lap while holding me in place with his left hand. He pulled my chemise up but didn’t bother removing my G-String. What was the point; both my ass cheeks were fully exposed to his good right hand. “There is no turning back now, Marie. I’m going to hold you ...
    in place if a have too. You will to count to twelve,” SLAP, and the sudden pain made me gasp. Patrick will sometimes slap my ass playfully, just a tap, but now he was barely holding back. “You will count Marie,” SLAP, “Count Marie. Do you want me start over with one?” SLAP “Three,” I blurted out, through my tears, SLAP…. “Four,” the slaps were six seconds apart, and by SLAP, “six” I was sobbing openly like a child, receiving a child’s punishment. My bottom was beet red and stinging terribly, SLAP, “seven”…SLAP, “eight”, I was determined to submit to my punishment without shirking, SLAP, “nine”….SLAP, “Patrick stop…”SLAP,” please, stop!” “Did I hear you say one, Marie?”“Eleven, I said eleven!” my bottom was on fire, SLAP…. “Twelve” and then I went limp on Patrick’s lap, my sobs wracking my body, my tears soaking into his blue jeans, grateful that it was over. Patrick rubbed my back until I stopped crying. Patrick let me up from his lap and we stood facing one another. My mascara was running, my makeup was smeared and I looked terrible. “I must look terrible,” I said, taking a deep breath while wiping my face with my hand. “I’m proud of you, Marie. You took your punishment like a lady,” and Patrick took a cold wet dishtowel and wiped all the makeup from my face, staining the dish towel red with my lipstick. “I have to tell you something, Marie; you are beautiful without makeup as you are with it and few women can pull that off.” “I have to tell you something, Patrick.” “What is ...
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