Love this spanking photo with the retro 70's vibe. Great shot with awesome underwear.
Saturday, 4 November 2017
Saturday, 22 July 2017
The tide had turned, with the sea lapping at our bare feet as we walked hand in hand along the shoreline towards the stone jetty, where children played and boats were moored.
Rick stopped and raised his hand to shield his eyes from the bright sun as he looked across the horizon to where the white swell of crashing waves burst upon the rocks off Church Point. "One day," he promised, "I'm going to live in a place like this. Away from everything."
"You are such the romantic," I smiled as I snuggled in close to him, still clasping his hand in mine. And he was. And that was what I loved most about him. It was always about the small things. The things he did without thinking that made you smile.
"What about you?" he asked.
I twiddled my toes, enjoying the feel of wet sand beneath them, "Hmmm, what about me what?"
"What's your 'one day when'?"
To be with you, silly. I go where you go. Isn't that obvious?
"It doesn't matter where I am, what I'm doing, so long as I'm happy," I replied. Life would take me wherever she meant for me to go. He just looked at me and smiled. I was happy now, so, maybe, I had already arrived.
There were groups of people, mostly families with children, spread out along the beach as we just wandered on our way. As we passed them by, some of them began to notice me and look in my direction, pretending not to stare. Men and boys of all ages and I had to bite my lip as so many of them automatically sucked in their guts and stuck out their chests when they saw me glance their way.
"Thank God, you're not wearing a bikini," Rick whispered in my ear, "There'd be a riot."
I gave him a stern look and we both laughed as we walked on.
Wednesday, 19 July 2017
Sunday, 3 July 2016
Saturday, 30 April 2016
Saturday, 16 April 2016
Monday, 11 April 2016
Sunday, 3 April 2016
Tuesday, 29 March 2016
So just how do you deal with a sassy young wife who goes about her business around the house wearing nothing more than a skimpy t-shirt and a right tight pair of arse hugging hot pants? Oooo, that's a tough one. Lemme think. Hmmmmmm. More here.
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Sunday, 27 March 2016
Monday, 14 March 2016
Sunday, 13 March 2016
"Are you sure this is the only way to pay last month's rent, Mr Turner?" sniffed Cathy as she tugged her blouse over her head to leave her standing before her landlord in nothing but her sensible bra and bright white knickers. "I mean, you know, I've never been spanked, like, ever!" she explained as she watched him roll up the sleeve of his black polo necked jumper. The last thing she imagined he would get her to do was take a spanking on her bare ass. Maybe she could wheedle her way out of this. She gave him a pleading glance, "Wouldn't you rather have a blowjob?!"
Bob Turner just smiled and shook his head. "You have to pay your rent and there is only one way I want you to pay it. Now pull over that chair and we can begin..."