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The Harlequin Spanking
I lay there, waiting for the first blow of the hairbrush. My "inner child" was screaming at me to call it off, and yet I wasn't scared enough. It may sound strange, but something was missing - and I was pretty sure I knew what it was. "Honey?" I said, turning my head to the side. He was halfway through the motion of spanking me with the hairbrush but stopped short. Looking annoyed, he asked, "Yes?" I turned fully over on my side, facing him. My cotton pajamas were still in place and...