I’m going to count the number of times you give me the finger and that’s how many are going in your ass.
Sir, the perpetual meanie, on Skype.
meanie
Sir’s being a big meanie and not letting me rub my pussy until bedtime.
I am posting this here to signal boost this grave injustice.
Pout.
Sir: You know what they say about guys with big hands?
Me: Big gloves!
Sir: No, silly. Ouchie spanks.
I’ve never been really enthusiastic about ponyplay, but the look of pride on her face and the pride in her posture really attracts me to this. She’s totally unashamed of what she likes. I’m wee bit envious.
Hay.
I suspect that if she were to slouch, intimate acquaintance with her owner’s whip might be generously renewed. She may even currently be counting her blessings, as while the tight strap over her cunt denies her access, it dulls the blows somewhat.
Still not a pony.
Grumble.
When a Sadist Dates a Little, A Typical Exchange
Chat(Please note that I have a safeword and if I truly was not comfortable with this, he’d totally respect that and refrain from doing it.)
Sir: I made a strap that’s like a mini paddle.
Me: It looks owie.
Me: Dun wanna.
Sir: I get to use it on you when I visit.
Me: Nuh uh! You can’t. No ouchies. Not allowed.
Sir: No whining or you’ll get it for sure.
Me: No!!!
Me: No no no.
Me: [My stuffie] says no.
Sir: I think I’ll strap you every day when I visit.
Sir: Build up your pain tolerance.
Me: Nooo! You can’t every day!
Sir: Start with 10 and then work up to 30.
Me: Nuh uh.
Sir: Sorry, kitten.
Sir: You know that my word goes.
Hobby is a good nickname for you, since you have Craftsmate.
A follower.
“tags:#let’s raise some money to send #thinkivykink #to #summer camp #shall we?”
Meanie.
Why is it only our kids that we send, often against their will,
to a camp on a far away island, with a large
group of strangers? Huh?
Don’t be silly, sweetie.
Remember how much
you had last summer?
Shut up, meanie.
The height differences are not great enough to warrant a step ladder.