It’s nearly 10 here and I have an early class, so leave me some messages. I’ll be super appreciative! :D

spankinghannah:

• Sorry Alley! didnt mean to answer privately
• 26: Sir’s favorite panties:

He has a lil bit of a wedgie fetish, so anything he can pull up on. Maybe bikinis…

• 25: Daddy’s favorite panties:

Of course he likes WHITE and FLOWERY and anything little girly, cotton, polka dots, all of that.  He’s always wanted me to get a frilly frilly pair too, but you can only wear those with skirts??

• 24: Jack’s favorite panties:

THONGS. what spanker likes thongs??

• 23: Brooklyn’s favorite panties:

Full coverage, easily rippable.  well, i guess he prefers panties ripped and strecthed over my head. AHAHA wedgie-ists….

• 22: Mister’s favorite panties:

Sexy, Lace. Cheeksters. 

• 21: Paul’s favorite panties:

anything with ZEBRA! just cuz he knows i like it so much :)

Haha, no worries! I was a bit confused at first, but it’s all good now. 
 

spankingtheatre:

I saw it on the coffee table in my gyno’s waiting room.
It was half-covered, almost buried by other magazines, but the stern-looking lady on the cover caught my eye. She stared out authoritatively, dressed in a black school-gown and mortarboard. And in her hands, she was flexing a cane.

A copy of Cosmo, with a headmistress holding a cane on the cover.
Why?
I felt myself needing to know. I didn’t recognise her, perhaps there was some celebrity on the hidden side of the cover. Perhaps the cover story featured the celebrity talking about their schooldays, paying tribute to some strict school-teacher whose discipline helped steer a wayward child towards hard work, fame and fortune.

Except… the lady with the cane didn’t look like a singing or acting coach. In fact, she looked decidedly kinky. And dominant. Erotic even. She gave the camera an underlook that seemed to say: I’ve had quite enough of your misbehaviour, young lady, now bend over.
My imagination began to buzz with possibilities.

I looked around the room as casually as I could manage. Three other ladies shared the room, each a polite distance apart. I wondered if they’d seen what I’d seen. One was engrossed in her own glossy magazine. The other two were gazing aimlessly around the room, as if telepathically playing a game of Eye Spy. If I reached for the magazine, would they notice? Would I reveal my darkest secret? Would they exchange knowing glances? Look at her, the one with Cosmo, she gets turned on by bottoms being smacked.

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love this. I wish I could actually go and do this!