The Price of Free Speech, Part 3

The day after my first spanking was very “interesting” to say the least. I could not sit without feeling a tinge of pain in my ass and thighs. Whenever I thought of the events of the previous day, I got turned on. Remembering the embarrassment of

The Price of Free Speech, Part 2

I learned that Miss Jones grew up the daughter of a military family. Her father was a Marine drill sergeant, and her mother a Marine lieutenant. She was raised in strict discipline, and from the beginning taught that respect was earned by being firm,

The Price of Free Speech, Part 1

Up to a month ago, I shelved all of my spanko feelings in search of a relationship. Seemed to me that I missed the companionship of a female more than anything, and needed to fill that void in my life. It felt that the only way I would ever get to ha