I’m 6 foot, 2 inches tall.
I weigh the best part of fourteen and a half stones.
I play rugby.
Twenty stone fatties have flattened me, and yet I’ve still gotten up.
My pain threshold is high.
But, listen carefully, I don’t like getting spanked! I don’t like it one bit. Can I make it clearer?
No, no, no!
It hurts and I don’t like it.
Yet, my beloved Houseguest is obsessed with spanking me. She simply does not understand that it is against the natural order of the world.
Indeed, it is an abomination! Men are just not meant to get spanked by women.
She will wrestle me, to try and get me on my front, thus exposing my rather hot ass to her.
Smack, smack. Oh papa, papa. Smack, smack!
She never does. Not until I lose my temper, and have to teach her a lesson.
A spanking is a fitting punishment for her deviant, godless behaviour. That’s just what she gets, until she is good and wet.
Yet somehow, this she-devil is still able to get me on my knees with my tongue in her bum.
What the hell! Wasn’t I just spanking her?
How is this woman able to do these things?
Women! They are a mystery to me.
How do you get what you want from your partner?
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