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| I knew when we entered our play room that this punishment was going to be different. Your face was so stern and you did not whisper pretty words like you do when you know I am a little scared. No, you were still as a stone and I could feel myself shaking inside. With that though was a sense of expectation - I knew in my heart that no matter what the punishment was, it would be just and I would take it, for you I would take it and for me as well. I stood, naked in front of the antique desk that rested against one of the walls in the playroom. It is really ornate and is made of cherry wood, heavy and well oiled from years of care. I feel your hand press down on my back and my face touches the desk, I can smell the wood, it is a rich smell that makes me suck in my breath. I feel your leg between mine, parting me wide and already I am so wet for you, wanting your touch so badly, gentle or harsh I don’t care. I hear the sound of unwrapping but you do not speak one word. I h...
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