Does spanking in childhood affect sexual preferences in adulthood?

[Bully Carrie]

Are there anyone here who was spanked by their parents as children? Does this somehow affect your preferences now? Do you like to be spanked and whipped? Or, on the contrary, you hate with all your heart and will not allow anyone to spank you on the butt even once?
Or vice versa, only those who were not spanked in childhood want to be spanked, to experience the feeling of heat on the butt?
Or is this not connected at all? I’m not talking about BDSM now, but about the usual spanking on the butt and other places, with the palm of your hand or with a spanking stick, several times - just like a prank in bed. Do you like it? Does spanking in childhood resonate or not?

My first husband was spanked as a child. And so from time to time he asked him to hit him on the butt with a ruler or just with his hand (but better with a ruler)....

[Eustace]

Or vice versa, only those who were not spanked in childhood want to be spanked, to experience the feeling of heat on the butt?

I think like me Grandpa flogged, it’s unlikely that anyone who wasn’t flogged would want to feel it, it wasn’t heat there, but some kind of volcano!

[Bully Carrie]

Or vice versa, only those who were not spanked in childhood want to be spanked, to experience the feeling of heat on the butt?

I think , how Grandpa spanked me, it’s unlikely that anyone who wasn’t whipped would want to feel it, it wasn’t heat there, but some kind of volcano!

Wow, grandpa.... A sadist, or what? What caused the volcano? Log? In general, what was it for?

[Eustace]

A sadist, or what?

He was also a BDSMist

Log?

With a soldier’s belt!

In general, what was the point?

had the imprudence of Rupee Twenty, stealing Soviet money !!!! I’ve knocked out the desire to take someone else’s property for the rest of my life!!!

[Christmas_Christmas]

My parents didn’t spank me as a child)))... they never even put me on my knees in a corner... but when I grew up, I tried both the first and second)))...

[Eustace]

I was not spanked by my parents as a child)))

but in vain!

[Christmas_Christmas]

I was not spanked by my parents as a child)))

but in vain!

maybe in vain)))... so I would have enjoyed this already at school... and so.. I just tried it at the university)))
I’m fucking kidding....

[Eustace]

I only tried it at the university)))

and if they had flogged rodaks, I would have gotten high in kindergarten already!

[Tanya]

I was not spanked by my parents as a child)))

but in vain!

why is this in vain?

[Eustace]

why is this in vain?

post below

[Christmas_Christmas]

I only tried it at the university)))

and if they had flogged rodaks, I would have gotten high in kindergarten already!

I’m in the children’s backyard... damn... kindergarten... I got a kick out of other things... I really loved sweets)))) all sorts of things

[Eustace]

I really loved sweets))))

but now you don’t like them!

[Christmas_Christmas]

I really loved sweets))))

but now you don’t like them!

and now I love)))....

[Denach]

Yes, it’s all crap, they didn’t flog me and I stood in the corner and there’s no feeling of anything
It might Another thing that can work is the fear that I probably experienced in childhood.

[RANGE_]

My first husband was whipped as a child. And so from time to time he asked to hit him on the butt with a ruler or just with his hand (but better with a ruler)

My dad gave me a kick in the ass once, and once by the hair patted. And he had no time. Either I studied, or in the service of criminals I "re-pressed".

But my mother beat me with anything: a belt, massage combs, with my wooden machine gun - she broke everything on me except the belt. The belt doesn’t break, bitch)))

But this is how it affected...
I don’t like violence, neither towards myself nor towards my co-wife;)
But if it’s a "game", then I can allow myself and my desired some sadomasochistic "tickling" without bruises - on both sides:)

But in a relationship, I I always dominate. And this is a big responsibility.

[Juss]

A couple of times my dad flogged me for my mistakes in childhood, so much so that somehow I don’t even want to wish this on anyone

[I just]

I was never spanked as a child, but I love being spanked. Just not too much. :angel:

[Kayfolov]

As a child, I was spanked, more than a dozen times. Nowadays, any BDSM games are not arousing at all. And I don’t want to cause pain, it doesn’t excite me in any way, even in a playful way.

[bot458]

Hooligan Carrie, your question is too long.
We all have a different concept of "spanking in childhood". For some, it is simply a physical impact to stop the child here and now, when an immediate reaction is needed, for others it is used as a punishment for misdeeds, such as “for better memory,” and for others it is one of the forms pressure, because some parents raise children as ideal, well-trained pets, and constant physical violence is part of the model, increasing moral suppression, more cruel and effective, in fact. Therefore, it is different for everyone. It is unlikely that it will be possible to draw any clear conclusions about the effect on sexual preferences.
I think the ability to derive pleasure from pain depends more on the sexual experience gained. And the partner with whom you will acquire it (or not).

[Maria]

We tried sex without provocative spankings, but so that if you spank, you’ll spank until your ass is red. and grabbing by the face, and spitting, and wringing, everything is like in porn of this type. I didn’t like it, it hurt. When I was a child, both my husband and I received belts, but we still don’t like the pain during sexual intercourse. All actions should be pleasant. But a little spanking sometimes is normal.

[Anonym9]

I was flogged with a belt, a brush, a rod, a rolling pin, and a wire. Now I like it before anal and also get spanked.

[Gudier]

My mother loved to punish me with a belt. She didn’t call it spanking. She simply said: “Now you’ll get a belt or I’ll give you a thong.” Until I was 12 years old, she beat me with a belt. At the age of 4 for the first time, I prescribed a belt. I could have spanked her. Angle is required. I’m afraid of the belt like fire. When I have my own children, I won’t pick up a belt. Horror.

[Sami]

I was never spanked as a child, but I love being spanked. Just not too much.

My wife has never been punished using this method, but now she just loves it, and she loves it harder on the bottom and lightly on the face. And the opposite case: our family friend was spanked in childhood, and now she does not accept any actions of this nature in her direction.

[Bully Carrie]

. At the age of 4 for the first time, I ordered a belt.

at 4 years old it’s somehow really tough

[Bully Carrie]

spanking sometimes is normal.

exactly)))

[Rainmaker]

Don’t know. I wasn’t spanked and I don’t particularly like it now. The wife wasn’t particularly flogged either, but she loves him very much. It seems to me that not everything comes from from childhood.

[Bully Carrie]

Hooligan Carrie, your question is too long .
We all have a different concept of "spanking in childhood". For some, it is simply a physical impact to stop the child here and now, when an immediate reaction is needed, for others it is used as a punishment for misdeeds, such as “for better memory,” and for others it is one of the forms pressure, because some parents raise children as ideal, well-trained pets, and constant physical violence is part of the model, increasing moral suppression, more cruel and effective, in fact. Therefore, it is different for everyone. It is unlikely that it will be possible to draw any clear conclusions about the effect on sexual preferences.
I think the ability to derive pleasure from pain depends more on the sexual experience gained. And the partner with whom you will acquire it (or not).

I haven’t thought about it, but I agree. I probably meant regular spanking, that is, like this accepted in the family. I was not spanked, but this is how I imagine it: the child got used to the belt, and the parents got used to it. Why? Well, because they are used to it too. And also because it’s normal for both parties - the one who spanks and the one who is spanked..... This is the style of communication.
And I thought that then this "receiver" the other side lacks adrenaline and strong sensations on the butt. Well, it turns out I was wrong.

[Bully Carrie]

but she loves it very much.

Oh how!
Why, by the way, does it often turn out that women like receiving spanking more than men?

[Rainmaker]

but she loves it very much.

Oh how!
Why, by the way, does it often turn out that women like to take a spanking more than men?

Perhaps it is due to innate submission (not sexist). Or from F.M. Dostoevsky - "carved, therefore imprinted".

[Eustace]

And I thought that then this "receiving" side lacks adrenaline and strong sensations on the butt.

not I know what’s missing there. When I was a child, a friend of mine messed up, and Bata himself was dragging the belt. As a rule, they forgave, did not flog

[Sweet pepper]

Are there anyone here who was spanked by their parents as children? Does this somehow affect your preferences now? Do you like to be spanked and whipped? Or, on the contrary, you hate with all your heart and will not allow anyone to spank you on the butt even once?
Or vice versa, only those who were not spanked in childhood want to be spanked, to experience the feeling of heat on the butt?
Or is this not connected at all? I’m not talking about BDSM now, but about the usual spanking on the butt and other places, with the palm of your hand or with a spanking stick, several times - just like a prank in bed. Do you like it? Does spanking in childhood resonate or not?

My first husband was spanked as a child. And so from time to time he asked him to hit him on the butt with a ruler or just his hand (but better with a ruler)....

Whipping and fucking, that’s different

You chose the fucker for yourself)))

[Bully Carrie]

Fuck you chose for yourself)))

There is such a thing. More precisely, it was. Already in the past.
And the difference between spanking and pussy - what is it?

[Bully Carrie]

I had a friend in my childhood who messed up, and Bata himself is dragging the belt.

What a cunning guy!)

[Sweet pepper]

Are there anyone here who was spanked by their parents as children? Does this somehow affect your preferences now? Do you like to be spanked and whipped? Or, on the contrary, you hate with all your heart and will not allow anyone to spank you on the butt even once?
Or vice versa, only those who were not spanked in childhood want to be spanked, to experience the feeling of heat on the butt?
Or is this not connected at all? I’m not talking about BDSM now, but about the usual spanking on the butt and other places, with the palm of your hand or with a spanking stick, several times - just like a prank in bed. Do you like it? Does spanking in childhood resonate or not?

My first husband was spanked as a child. And so from time to time he asked him to hit him on the butt with a ruler or just his hand (but better with a ruler)....

When you create, then don’t jerk off, or mutually, at least)))

[SvetaSov]

It has such an impact!) Especially in adolescence)

[Gudier]

at 4 years old it’s somehow really hard

Yes, it was spring, the puddles were filled with ice. Mom allowed me to go outside first and wait for her near the entrance. Our yard is quiet and guarded. Cameras, barriers at the entrance. It’s true that on the playground, the surface had failed over the winter and puddles had formed. I decided why wait for my mother at the entrance when the playground is more interesting. And went . And there was a frozen puddle there and I decided to walk through it. I was little, I didn’t understand. I thought it would last. The ice gave way and I fell through. Despite the fact that he almost stood it, I reached the middle. flew in with both feet immediately. He didn’t drown, but his shoes were full of water.
Then my mother came out of the entrance and saw me drowning. So we were also in a hurry somewhere. And then this business. With the words: “It’s such rubbish, I asked you to stand at the entrance, and you got into a puddle.” - Mom took me to change my pants, shoes, socks and generally wipe my feet. Yes, when we came home and I took them off. pants and ended up in panties, I received a couple of good spanks. And while changing my clothes, I learned that now my mother has no time, and in the evening I will get a “good belt” and will stand “until I’m blue in the face” in the corner. I received everything that my mother promised, in full. I remember the first spanking for a long time. Then there were many of them.
P.S if you want, I’ll write a continuation. But no, no.

[Bully Carrie]

Possibly due to innate subordination (not a sexist).

Of course

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в 4 years somehow generally tough

Yes, it was spring, there were puddles of ice. Mom allowed me to go outside first and wait for her near the entrance. Our yard is quiet and guarded. Cameras, barriers at the entrance. It’s true that on the playground, the surface had failed over the winter and puddles had formed. I decided why wait for my mother at the entrance when the playground is more interesting. And went . And there was a frozen puddle there and I decided to walk through it. I was little, I didn’t understand. I thought it would last. The ice gave way and I fell through. Despite the fact that he almost stood it, I reached the middle. flew in with both feet immediately. He didn’t drown, but his shoes were full of water.
Then my mother came out of the entrance and saw me drowning. So we were also in a hurry somewhere. And then this business. With the words: “It’s such rubbish, I asked you to stand at the entrance, and you got into a puddle.” - Mom took me to change my pants, shoes, socks and generally wipe my feet. Yes, when we came home and I took them off. pants and ended up in panties, I received a couple of good spanks. And while changing my clothes, I learned that now my mother has no time, and in the evening I will get a “good belt” and will stand “until I’m blue in the face” in the corner. I received everything that my mother promised, in full. I remember the first spanking for a long time. Then there were many of them.
P.S if you want, I’ll write a continuation. But no, no.

Write, of course!

[SvetaSov]

My mother, a very strict woman, flogged me from childhood, rural upbringing. She flogged her for any offense. And okay, just on the butt... And my mother is a bit of a pervert, and I really felt how much she loved to spank me between my legs. She silently took me by the hand and led me to write. And I knew that after that there would be a flogging... I loved to mock. You know, I became addicted to this myself; I still love this kind of spanking.

[Gudier]

Write, of course!

And now it’s fun for me to remember. At that time, I didn’t understand at all what was waiting for me, but judging by my mother’s mood, I guessed that not everything was very good. And I heard about the belt literally two weeks before. My mother’s friend came to visit us, they drank a little wine and the friend’s mood lifted. She caught me running around the room in just my panties, and deftly laid me on her lap with my butt up. And she said jokingly to her mother: "Vika is a handsome boy growing up with you." The belt helps a lot against stubbornness and self-indulgence. - as if jokingly, she said my mother’s friend and didn’t spank me too much on the butt.
-Look how many buns have already grown!- with these words she pulled up my panties so that they crashed between my halves, exposing almost my entire butt.
“He deserves it,” my mother answered, and I was released from the lap of my mother’s friend. Not a big lyrical digression.
My mother was about half an hour late for the meeting because of me. When we were driving home, my mother started to get excited.
“We’ll come home now, do you remember what I promised you?” my mother asked me. I was silent.
- Belt and into the corner. “I’ll beat you on your bare ass with a belt,” my mother said angrily.
And having already entered the apartment. Mom, while helping me take off my outerwear, warned me.
-Now wash your hands, go to the toilet and to your room. And then you take off your suit, T-shirt and panties. I’ll go look for the belt. And look at me, if I come and you don’t have a bare ass, I’ll add more. Because you don’t obey -
After these words I started crying.
- If you cry more, you will cry less! - Mom said somehow angrily, looking at me. I didn’t stop crying. My mother washed my hands, sat me on the toilet, where I didn’t pee, but sat stupidly for about five minutes, sobbing.
- “Everything like my father. The same rag is growing,” my mother told me.
- Just try to piss on me! I’ll wipe the floor with you! - with these words she took me off the toilet, but did not put on my pants.
- Let’s take off everything here! - she began to undress me. I didn’t undress much and was already in the toilet, receiving five ringing ass kicks. I was already sobbing at the top of my voice.
“Shut up!” my mother shouted at me and dragged me out of the bathroom. We share a bathroom. The laundry and dryer are separate. This is the layout.
I didn’t go anywhere, but fell on the floor next to the entrance to the bathroom and continued to sob.
But my mother went and returned from the dressing room with a strap in her hands. The strap is narrow, about 1 cm wide, but it is leather and painful.
Now I’ll write a continuation.

[SvetaSov]

And mom was right, it was right that she spanked you well. They also took me to pee before the spanking. But they spanked my pussy, but they just spanked your ass)

[Gudier]

Mom didn’t lift me from the floor, but simply took me by the leg and drove along the parquet board to the place of my punishment. Mom is a strong woman, after all, she is a CCM in pole vaulting and I weigh 16 kg at most. We arrived quickly. True, not to my room, but to the hall. And there is a sofa there. They brought me to this sofa. Then my mother, of course, lifted me from the floor and laid me along this sofa. Which ones did you say? The whole set. Threats that I’ll pour them in now. And such rubbish, where without them. I remembered my biological father. in different ways.
I already realized that my ass was about to get bo-bo, and tried to cover it with my hands. Well, alas. The force was not on my side and my arms were quickly grabbed, so deftly that they were pressed almost to the middle of my back. And I myself am pressed into the sofa. You could kick your legs. There was no point, but there was no point.
- No, scream like a slaughtered pig! Mother told me and the first stitch with a belt lay on my butt. Mom didn’t fold the belt in half, but wrapped it around her hand and punished my butt with one strip. Then she explained to her stepfather, and I heard that it “tastes better.”
I’ll add my memory.

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When I got the first stitch, I really squealed"like a slaughtered pig" :)
- Now you can squeal! - my mother told me and added, but this will not help you.
- This is a puddle for you! - and the belt also rests on my butt. Another squeal from me. Mom was in no hurry.
- Did I warn you not to leave the entrance? - Mom asked. Then I remembered that in general you can not only cry, but also ask for mercy.
Mom did the right thing, I had to understand why I was being punished. True, I was 4 years old and I didn’t do it on purpose.
- Yes! - I somehow squeezed out of myself.
- Well, since I warned you, and you left! - and again the strap lashed my butt . I squealed.
- You don’t listen to your mother. Take it! - the mother hit me with a belt. Five more times I heard, “get it” and the belt dug into my butt.
Then five heels of straps, because I might get sick.
Another five heels, because my mother was late. Then I started to speak.
- Mommy, forgive me. I will obey you! Screech.Screech. Squeal.
And heels to secure. Here, I no longer screamed, but whined. There was no strength. Yes, my mother whipped me in the place where my butt meets my legs. I even lost consciousness for a few seconds from the pain. Having come to my senses, I realized that my mother was dragging my hand to the toilet. I couldn’t feel my ass. But when I came to the toilet, my mother put the baby seat on the toilet and sat me down on it. That’s when I felt what a belt was like that rested on my hips.
-Mom, it hurts!- I squealed. And my mother pressed on my shoulders, not allowing me to jump off the toilet.
-Sy, come on, damn..! - I heard a swear word from my mother for the first time. - You still have to stand in the corner! - my mother warned. I peed and was taken into the hall and where I took a place in the corner.
Still, my mother is a sadist. She put me in the corner for a reason. Heels together, toes apart, hands at the seams.
-And if you even try to move, I’ll add more belts.- my mother hissed and poked me in the head with her hand. She took the phone and took a few pictures with my participation.
- Now I’ll send it to your dad. Let her see how I spanked you.” “I don’t know if she sent these pictures to her father or not. But my stepfather definitely saw them. The stepfather said: "That this is very cruel!" To which he received an answer from the mother: "My son, I raise him the way I want."
I stood in the corner for about 15 minutes at most. Then shower. In my heart, my mother pinched my butt. I started crying again. To which I received a warning: "Don’t yell." After my mother showered and dried off with a towel, my mother’s touch on my butt caused pain. I cried. And she, smiling, wet my ass. Then, in the hallway, she brought me to a large mirror and told me to admire my ass. I don’t really remember the degree of color. But it was pink with swelling, with belt edges.
“Your ass has become like a zebra,” my mother commented and took me to bed. I slept on my stomach, fell asleep quickly, and in the morning I had a fever.
What did my mother do when I had a fever. Probably liquid panadol? No, I lit a candle. I was yelling again.

[Bully Carrie]

Mom didn’t lift me from the floor, but simply took me by the leg and drove along the parquet board to the place of my punishment. Mom is a strong woman, after all, she is a CCM in pole vaulting and I weigh 16 kg at most. We arrived quickly. True, not to my room, but to the hall. And there is a sofa there. They brought me to this sofa. Then my mother, of course, lifted me from the floor and laid me along this sofa. Which ones did you say? The whole set. Threats that I’ll pour them in now. And such rubbish, where without them. I remembered my biological father. in different ways.
I already realized that my ass was about to get bo-bo, and tried to cover it with my hands. Well, alas. The force was not on my side and my arms were quickly grabbed, so deftly that they were pressed almost to the middle of my back. And I myself am pressed into the sofa. You could kick your legs. There was no point, but there was no point.
- No, scream like a slaughtered pig! Mother told me and the first stitch with a belt lay on my butt. Mom didn’t fold the belt in half, but wrapped it around her hand and punished my butt with one strip. Then she explained to her stepfather, and I heard that it “tastes better.”
I’ll add my memory.

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Continued.
When I got the first stitch, I really squealed"like a slaughtered pig" :)
- Now you can squeal! - my mother told me and added, but this will not help you.
- This is a puddle for you! - and the belt also rests on my butt. Another squeal from me. Mom was in no hurry.
- Did I warn you not to leave the entrance? - Mom asked. Then I remembered that in general you can not only cry, but also ask for mercy.
Mom did the right thing, I had to understand why I was being punished. True, I was 4 years old and I didn’t do it on purpose.
- Yes! - I somehow squeezed out of myself.
- Well, since I warned you, and you left! - and again the strap lashed my butt . I squealed.
- You don’t listen to your mother. Take it! - the mother hit me with a belt. Five more times I heard, “get it” and the belt dug into my butt.
Then five heels of straps, because I might get sick.
Another five heels, because my mother was late. Then I started to speak.
- Mommy, forgive me. I will obey you! Screech.Screech. Squeal.
And heels to secure. Here, I no longer screamed, but whined. There was no strength. Yes, my mother whipped me, in the place where my butt meets my legs. I even lost consciousness for a few seconds from the pain. Having come to my senses, I realized that my mother was dragging my hand to the toilet. I didn’t feel like myself. But when I came to the toilet, my mother put the child’s seat on the toilet and sat me down on it. That’s when I felt what a belt was that was placed on my hips.
“Mom it hurts!” I squealed. And my mother pressed on my shoulders, not allowing me to jump off the toilet.
-Sy, come on, damn..! - I heard a swear word from my mother for the first time. - You still have to stand in the corner! - my mother warned. I peed and was taken into the hall and where I took a place in the corner.
Still, my mother is a sadist She put me in the corner for a reason. apart, hands at your sides.
- And if you even try to move, I’ll put another belt on you.- my mother hissed and poked my head with her hand. She took the phone and took a few pictures with my participation.
. “I’ll send it to your dad now. Let him see how I spanked you.” I don’t know if she sent these pictures to her father or not. But my stepfather definitely saw them. The stepfather said: "That this is very cruel!" To which he received an answer from the mother: "My son, I raise him the way I want."
I stood in the corner for about 15 minutes at most. Then shower. In my heart, my mother pinched my butt. I started crying again. To which I received a warning: "Don’t yell." After my mother showered and dried off with a towel, my mother’s touch on my butt caused pain. I cried. And she, smiling, wet my ass. Then, in the hallway, she brought me to a large mirror and told me to admire my ass. I don’t really remember the degree of color. But it was pink with swelling, with belt edges.
“Your ass has become like a zebra,” my mother commented and took me to bed. I slept on my stomach, fell asleep quickly, and in the morning I had a fever.
What did my mother do when I had a fever. Probably liquid panadol? No, I lit a candle. I was yelling again.

This is sadism, yes (((

[Gudier]

R.S
On Sunday my stepfather arrived from a business trip. He saw the photo and his mother shared it with him. Well, I assessed the condition of my butt "live". Although there was no living place on it. Of course, we didn’t go to kindergarten on Monday. I slept on my stomach for three days. I missed a week of kindergarten, my butt gradually turned from pink to blue-yellow. We missed another week of kindergarten. When they arrived, there were bruises They almost got off. But still, the teachers noticed and asked what was on Sasha’s butt, to which his mother calmly answered them - He fell, and we also added a belt! -
The next meeting with the strap. took place at the age of five. And from the age of five, until I was 12, we began to meet with him much more often than I would like. nSent after 5 minutes 34 seconds:

This is sadism, yes (((

Alas, this is life. And my mother is a sadist, yes, although my grandmother, her mother never beat her. He says there was no reason. I studied well and played sports. Grandma didn’t beat me, but the coach sometimes treated me with a belt. She learned the experience from the coach. I found this out later.

[Eustace]

It’s sadism, yes (((

no, Mom just wanted him to become a scout, so she cooked it like could

[OwDrin]

They never spanked, beat or scolded. But I don’t accept cruelty or violence. I even feel disgust towards myself if I accidentally hurt someone

[Pilgrim]

I’m not talking about BDSM now, but about the usual spanking on the butt and other places, with the palm of your hand or with a spanking stick, several times - just like a prank in bed. Do you like it?

I was lucky with my parents, eternal memory to them, not only were they never spanked when I was a child. but they never even touched me, and as for spanking my ass, it was like an erotic game, as a result of which I lay naked on the girl’s lap, my penis rested on her knees, and she jokingly spanked my ass. Honestly, it turned me on a lot...

[Bully Carrie]

I’m not talking about BDSM now, but about the usual spanking on the butt and other places, with the palm of your hand or with a spanking stick, several times - just like a prank in bed. Do you like it?

I was lucky with my parents, eternal memory to them, not only were they never spanked when I was a child. but they never even touched me, and as for spanking my ass, it was like an erotic game, as a result of which I lay naked on the girl’s lap, my penis rested on her knees, and she jokingly spanked my ass. Honestly, it turned me on a lot...

Cool! How nice it is to read stories like this!)

[aryamari]

Fortunately, or maybe on the contrary, they didn’t flog me in childhood, although they were strict, but they made do with verbal persuasion.
How did this affect you? M, I don’t even know, now I’m not against spanking, but within reasonable limits and as play practice.

[Gudier]

This is sadism, yes (((

- Where is your diary? - asked the mother. I had to take off my pants right away .

[RANGE_]

-Where is your diary?- asked the mother. I had to take off my pants right away.

A deuce again.