Joe Gets a Lesson
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‘Are you sure you want to do this, Frankie?’
Francesca (Frankie for short) was naked and bent over the dining room table. Joe, her husband for 10 years now, was standing behind her. He had a belt in his hand, folded in half, with the buckle end wrapped once around his fist.
She found herself in this predicament because of their earlier discussion about their sex life, over breakfast this morning. Francesca had loved spanking, since she was introduced to it in college. Joe didn’t mind – after all, it wasn’t his ass getting beat – but he wasn’t enthusiastic enough for her tastes. Joe had been taught that it wasn’t nice to beat up on women. With all of the talk about harsher penalties for domestic violence, who could blame him for being a little skittish? What made it worse, was that she liked to role-play and having the defenseless little school girl ask the headmaster to spank harder, just wasn’t the textbook way of doing it.
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