The silence was deafening. That there was no one in the waiting area was both a relief and a disappointment. Even the embarrassment of company would be preferable to the nervous solitude she endured now. They had no answer. At least not a method she could use without devoting thought and effort. Concentration was beyond her capabilities for the moment.
Story: The punishment | Domestic submission
My wife of 8 hours stood in the corner of the hotel room, nose firmly pressed into the corner, the hem of her skirt pinned well-up her back. This was evidenced by her trembling, from head to toe her quivering bottom and thighs the overall red color of her full cheeks, the bruises showing on them and the nasty red covering her upper thighs. As I waited and watched, the bruises took on a deeper red color, a more painful deep red, outlined and surrounded by her fair white toned skin. She gave a deep sigh then turned and walked to join me at the chair. After having her turn around I unpinned the dress, unzipped it down the back then pulled it to allow it to fall in a puddle around her ankles.
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Charlotte Haversham, who is a couple of months away from her nineteenth birthday, has had a privileged upbringing, but when she gets into to trouble with the law, bringing shame onto her family, her parents decide to employ a governess with a strong emphasis on discipline. Eighteen-year-old Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief as she heard that statement from the Crown Court judge announcing sentence. This includes, you must reside at your family home at Haversham Hall, make no contact with either your victims or co-defendants either in person or through written or electronic communication.