Impossible Girl

- Find her tolerance limit: First hit her softly and then gradually increase the force of each slap if you see she can take it. - Always make her close her mouth before the slap to avoid her teeth cutting inside her mouth during the slap. - Always hit her in the jaw. Never close to the ear (audition loss hazard), nose (bleeding nose harzard) or eyes. Any hit above the cheekbone (around the eye) will give her a black eye. - If you wanna slap her hard in one cheek, then is useful to support her other cheek with your other hand. This is done to avoid a strong “whiplash effect” on her head. -Avoid slapping her as a punishment/discipline. She has a fatty butt and some sensitive thighs that can be used for that purpose. Those are much safer to hit than her face. Use them. - Never slap her with anger.

A good slap puts a naughty girl immediately in her place. It makes her shut up immediately so it’s really effective against a back-talking girl. Normally it brings instant tears of submission. But it can be a severe tool, so it must be used with care.

Remember: Women are delicate beings and they are easy to break. Better play with your toys without breaking them… so you can keep on playing!

Cheers

;-)

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Today is one of those days where the burdens of the world feel too heavy and the rewards too small. I am overwhelmed by the world. Last night you took me in your arms and massaged my back while my head rested on your chest. Then you whispered, “Do you want me to take care of you?”

I don’t want it to be a question; I want you to state it as a fact. A promise. Then hold my hand and take me where you want to go. And when we get there, help me to quiet my mind. Help me to find peace. While your tongue and cock make me feel incredible, it is hard to enjoy them over the roar of an overactive mind. Help me to quiet the stress of the world.

Tell me to sit at your feet. Let me wrap my arms around your waist and lay my head in your lap. Stroke the back of my neck. Tell me I’m a good girl. 

Let me wash you in the shower. Show me how you like it, and let me carefully, thoroughly attend to every part of your body. This is not what we’ve done before, playfully with a giggle. This is purposeful. Consuming. Let me kneel in front of you and wash your legs. Your feet. Let me feel your happiness and pride washing over me. 

Put me over your knee and spank me. Harder than just a sound effect. Help me to focus on the moment a little more with each swat. I will focus on your hands–the one on my back that holds me still and the one landing over and over on my ass–and you will focus on my breathing. It will hurt at first, and then it will just feel warm and powerful. You’ll see by how my breathing changes. You’ll feel the tension melt out of my body, and that’s when you know you can push harder. Help me go deeper. And when it’s over, I will curl into you. A calm, centered girl who just wants to nuzzle your neck and whisper, “Thank you, Sir.“ 

It is, the perfect kneel. It begins in your face, the lips parted, half smiling, the eyes, those eyes who have seen this so often before, but still find wonder, still exude a real desire, not a performance, but something so deep I feel it before I ever feel your fingers, a need to please. A need, yes, I can see it in your deep eyes full of color and the need to be used.

It is the perfect kneel.