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Poor girl! Her mom is so strict! If she gets spanked - which in itself is no small event - she has to lower her panties for the cane!

Nothing sexual but a service that would appease men and woman of all adult ages and make a bit of money on the side. It would also quench her thirst to do such a thing. People would come from far & wide, where they couldn't experience such a dynamic in their relationships, or were perhaps devoid entirely of them.

You should have seen Kelley's face when her newest client Jodie turned up at her front door. You see Kelley isn't her real name, nor is Jodie the younger woman's. No photos were exchanged, just a few texts and they both felt comfortable enough to meet in person.

Kelley's face lit up 'Oh hello... erm, Jodie'. 'Jodie' couldn't believe it was someone she knew, someone who knew her. It was the first time she'd ever tried this, a desire she'd kept quiet for many years. She wanted to run away but her desire was strong. She paused but ultimately thought screw it, lets just go with it. "Hi Miss Kelley, I'm... I've, I've been a naughty girl. And I'm here to be treated as such."

Yes, even when her mother's friend from down the street came to the door, Danielle was required to remain as she was - pants down and on her knees, ass still burning and quite red. It was a lesson she would not be forgetting any time soon - to have someone else see her that way, so vulnerable and exposed. She was ashamed of herself for needing to be punished in such a childish way - to lay face down over her mother's knees with her pants and underwear down while her butt was worn out with a large hairbrush.