Author: Ronnie

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After my spanking ordeal, word got around school that I was a bad girl and Mr. R had spanked me. I was only partially humiliated by this. It also kind of made me feel naughty, and I’m finding, I LIKE to feel naughty.

A few days after the rumors calmed down, Rebecca called. “Hey girl, I heard you got spanked by Mr. R. You need to be careful because he gets excited by it. Like REALLY excited. If it happens again, peek around the corner when he enters the back room, and you’ll see what I mean.” Her warning confused me. Did Mr. R get excited by giving spankings the same way I do? Was he touching himself after? I had to find out.

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Does Anyone Just Make Love, Anymore?

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Does anyone just make love anymore? I’ll be honest: when I started working here, I thought I’d be learning how a man handles a woman. Maybe old movies like “The Notebook” and “Pretty Woman” had me thinking that a man would love to undress me and slowly discover every inch of my body.

All my fantasies start with kissing and caressing. Gently! I long to know what it feels like when a man covers my neck in kisses, and I can feel him breathing in my ear, but it seems all y’all wanna do is wear my panties or have me laugh at your little dick.

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I haven’t been here long, and this is all new to me, but I’m loving learning so many new things! We never had talk like this back on the farm, but I’ll be darned if it hasn’t been a great time. It’s like my own little college for sex! I heard from some of the other girls that y’all even like spankin’ a gal during a romp in the hay.

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Kinky Boots

Posted 2 months ago by Ronnie

Kinky Boots

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Early this morning, I was walking through the back pasture. The sun was barely up, and the livestock lumbered through the morning dew. It should have been a stroll like the ones I take every morning, except something was different this time.

There was a car, the front half was wedged in a ditch, and there were no people around that I could. No footprints or signs of life. Just the unexplainable car and the same old heifers. Curious about how it got there, I rush forward to look in the windows. There was nothing noticeable in the vehicle except for a black, thigh-high pair of boots on the back seat.

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