Please not the paddle. Anything but the paddle. Other girls get paddled, not me. I’m a good girl. A good student. Anything else, not the paddle. I turned eighteen today. They can’t possibly paddle me, can they? Beverly’s mind raced and raced. She tried to keep her hands and feet still but they seemed to
Marley was hungry. She hung up the phone with her dad, her head swimming. She was a small girl and couldn’t tell if her head felt light because she’d skipped lunch, or because she felt so overwhelmed with all the things her father expected of her. Her step-b*****r Joey poked his head into the den.
My name is Amee. I am 24 years old and I am currently working as a volunteer in a remote community educational project in Southeast Asia. The conditions are very Spartan and the nights are long, my only enjoyment being my thoughts, fantasies and fingers. Like many girls I suppose, I remember every delicious second
