~taking the paddle, setting it to your hot bottom~

ready?

WHACK,WHACK,WHACK,WHACK WHACK WHACK !!!

6 to your right cheek~

Gives the wiggler a little pat on the rump …. Hey bootiful.. wink

I mean, here. We can’t, right?
I already can’t believe what we’re doing

Apartment
There is that. The full mess of who he is had been on display last night, not sober enough to filter it. The physical space simply matched what you'd heard at the bar. He hasn't registered that the apartment is cleaner, yet.

You do make it gentler than it would've been without you. It's nice that something in all this feels good.

The noise, admittedly, probably would've woken him, or made the headache more pronounced, or both. Blinds and dishes, an understandable and good choice to avoid.

A slight furrow of their brow, and a faint tilt of lips at that question. "Mmm, embarrassing, but good, I guess?"

The arm around you loosens as you shift, a smile, rueful and grateful as the ibuprofen and water materialize - not quite a magic trick, but close enough. "You are an angel."

Reclaiming the arm that was around you, at least for long enough to take the pills and the water from you. Pills first, and then the water, which he drains about half of. The faintest grimace at the thought of food.

"I'm usually a better host than this." Reaching to place the bottle back on the bedside table, before settling back against you and the bed. "Normally, I'd offer to make you breakfast."

Their head tilts a little into the comb of your fingers through their hair, eyes drifting shut again - not sleepy, so much as keeping out the light. To focus on the touch, which feels nice, amidst the wave of discomfort that comes with being hungover. The arm around you curving enouth he can play with your hair, too.

The compliment has eyes squinting open again, briefly, so he can smile at you. "So are you. This is nice, which is high praise, given how much I think I drank."

Expression shifts to something a little more serious as he adds, "seriously, thank you. You've been exceptionally kind. Please tell me I can cook you dinner, or something? When my head isn't pounding this loudly, I mean. I promise I can be better, less morose company than this."

shrugging

wakes in her stall

buttons?

confused
bringing my hands back
rubbing my fingers together over and over

I wish …
I wish you could open my blouse

Dark

rocking your breasts slightly
toes curled in my pumps

getting the paddle..moving back across your lap. This is going to hurt.

Wiggles around a bit.

I needed to know

See, he’s always rough with them, but you understand how they should be treated

~my hand begins to hurt~

fetch me that Paddle then get back over my lap!

`i hold on tight to his pee pee making it hard to do as i told him~

I feel the submissive sluts lurking … come out if the shadows little ones

oh … umm … i’m livvy … or liv … or olivia if you wanna be formal

my chest tight
spreading my fingers out
curling around your breasts
squeezing lightly
feeling your heartbeat against my palms

~ripping my finger from your glowing ass, i wrap my arm back around your waist and grope your slave cock~

ooooooh, somebody likes having their bottom spanked, hmm?

~i pull on his lil pee pee with my left and continue spanking his crimson bottom with my right~

SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK!!!!!

G-go on
I know you won’t hurt them
Squeeze a bit