Well, I have NO poker face, and I can't lie for shit. If I tried, I'd stammer and stutter, and look at the ground, so I don't bother trying, knowing full well the consequences.
"Yes, I did, last night, Diane."
She nodded. "Strip and get over my lap."
I did and
I moaned and sobbed as her brush walloped my bottom ..
then she had me go bend over a chair and wait ...
Then she finally came in, with her cane, and delivered fifty strokes that had me weeping and wailing.
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