There are two kinds of people in this world.

Those who would read what you’ve just written and wonder why on earth anyone would ever want to be suffer such pain, such indignity. To be physically restrained, and then humiliated, as your panties are tugged down.

They would be horrified at the thought of kicking and squealing as a merciless volley of smacks rained down on your bare flesh. The stinging heat rising with every slap. Until your eyes water, until the tears burst, until your cries and sobs begin to steal your breath, until your gasping and panting makes you light-headed. Spanked to tears, deliriously squirming as your bottom burns.

And there are those who’d read all this, and feel an urgent ache throbbing between their legs…

They, keep me busy.