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The surprise spanking

“Since we’re on the way to meet my parents, I am going to tell you this now,” my girlfriend, Nikki, told me as she drove the vehicle. “My parents aren’t in a traditional marriage. They are in a Female Led Marriage, like our relationship. My mother spanks my father and controls his life. She knows I dominate you as well.”

I felt my gut churn. I wasn’t sure I liked where this was going.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she said. “Yes, Mom will undoubtedly ask you to get naked and be submissive today. You will obey any command she gives you because she is female and you are her natural inferior. Anything you do to embarrass me will be severely punished.”

I instinctively dropped my eyes, blushing. “Yes, Miss.”

She parked the car in a space in the apartment complex where her parents lived. She lowered the window on her side and looked at me.

“Now,” she began. “I can’t very well present you to my mother without a sore and red bottom, or she’ll think I’m not doing enough for female supremacy. Of course, you’re locked in chastity which she’ll love, so let’s get that bottom nice and red before we go inside to remind you of your place. You can put your head and shoulders out the window here and lie across my thighs properly.”

I swallowed, my eyes misting. “Someone might see us, Miss.”

Her eyes flashed. “I don’t recall asking your opinion or offering you the chance to argue or express misgivings,” she told me sternly. “Obey or suffer, those are your only options.”

Tears were already running out of my eyes, but I had no choice. I surrendered, and she draped me over her lap, my head and shoulders out the window, and lowered my pants to underwear to expose my bare bottom for her spanking.

So beautiful..what a lucky guy

Well-Dressed Women #41-24

I told you those pigtails would come in handy for more than just blowjobs…

As I sit here, crossing my legs slowly and feeling the silk of my nylons brush together, I can almost sense your gaze, locked on the thought of me, entirely captivated. Each word I type is designed to draw you deeper, to make you feel the power I wield over you, to remind you of your place beneath me—a place where you crave to be, a place that fulfills you entirely.

Imagine the elegance of my stockings, the way they cling to my legs, the curve of my calves, the soft shimmer of fabric as it catches the light. You, my obedient beta, live to worship this image, to feel your heart race with each imagined glimpse. You are here to adore, to submit, to be consumed by the thrill of servitude, lost in the magnetic allure that only I can provide.

Your submission is as natural to you as breathing. Every fiber of your being yearns to please me, to be worthy of the barest hint of my smile or the faintest trace of my disdain. Each gentle, whispered command I might give would send shivers down your spine, and each graceful step I take in my heels would echo in your mind like a promise—a promise of your continued obedience, of the pleasure you find in your devotion.

Your role is simple, yet sacred: to admire, to kneel, to feel the intoxicating sensation of surrender wash over you as I hold you in my gaze. You know you belong to me. My power wraps around you like silk, smooth and unyielding, captivating you, binding you to me in ways that words can scarcely capture.

Feel the tension, the desire, the thrill that pulses through you as you think of me. Let it take hold, let it fill you. You are mine to control, to tease, to dominate—and that, my devoted beta, is exactly where you long to be.