I'm in LA, CA and if you're local and interested here's an excerpt from a short story based on real life, that's a very limited taste of what I'm about:d be sitting on a barstool working your laptop on the kitchen counter, hair still damp from the shower, naked except for your lace bra and navy blue knee socks .
Your butt hangs over the edge of the stool and one green urethane bead peaks from between your ass cheeks.
XI will tell Sir that I'm not extremely experienced physically, so I what I would propose to do is prehaps compose my response using some real time experience and also my fantasies. I sit panting wanting more, I smile and look up at my Master, I enjoy the closeness of being allowed to sit on his lap, taking a deep breath, I breath in his smell, his wonderful scent, it's his very essence and oh my, it turns me on so much...
In fact tell me all about how you came to relish the idea of sitting on my knee with a freshly spanked and paddled bottom being forced to confess how you wish to be abused, and then punished again for enjoying that particular perversity.
I want to read about the full range of your experience, and then I'll change the name, turn it into a story and post it in the library so you can read about yourself...
She loved to spank her clit especially when her pussy was stuffed and she had something up her ass.
Miriam began to slap her clit and said, You sir are an evil man.
Her incredible level of perversity required much more punishment than a few dozen strokes of the cane, so Miriam negotiated a hundred swats on her bare bottom which escalated to over two hundred swats because she kept losing count.
She was in tears and begging for permission to come, but he was having none of that.
Fantasy drifted back into reality as Miriam slapped her clit to crescendo and begged for permission to come.
Be my guest, he chuckled in real time, or would you rather have me say no?
Miriam was ordered to stand, take off her blazer, skirt and knickers and then straddle the arm of a leather wing chair.