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No spankings? How about a good curry? Penny Alley visits

Happy first day of October! Halloween is one of my favorite holidays, and I am gearing up for a full month of trick or treating. So bring on the paranormals!

One of my favorite authors, just published her brand new paranormal romance. It was so freaking good, I couldn’t put it down! (I bought it and started reading late last night, then finished it tonight.)

I loved Karly’s Wolf as much as I loved Incubus Moon (and that is saying a lot!)

This book was jam packed with heart pounding adventure, wonderful alpha dominance, hot werewolves, and a killer plot.

I freaking LOVED this book!

 

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So for those of you that haven’t been introduced to Maren Smith’s paranormal / non spanking side, come meet Penny Alley. 🙂

Katherine Deane: How long have you been writing?

 

Penny Alley: I have been writing since I was 15 or so, and it was spanking stories right from the start.

Katherine Deane:  Who came first- Penny or Maren? spanking fiction or paranormal?

 

Penny Alley:  Maren Smith came first. Actually, Denise Hall came first. That was my first alias and it was for BDSM stories, rather harsh non-con themes.

Katherine Deane: What’s the biggest difference between the two?

 

Penny Alley:  Penny Alley is the alias I use for mainstream paranormal romances that do not have spanking in it. I wanted that alias because I want Maren Smith fans to know that every single Maren Smith book they pick up will have spanking in it as a part of the plot and dynamic.

Katherine Deane: Which is your favorite? Or what are your favorite things about each?

 

Penny Alley:  I don’t have a favorite. I love spanking romances. Spanking is a big part of my life. I life a DD lifestyle with my husband and I don’t think I could separate spanking from romance and sex if you paid me. lol However, I do love paranormal romances and not every story allows for a hero who spanks. For instance, in Karly’s Wolf. While I can easily envision Colton spanking for sex and fun, there was no way I was going to take a battered woman on the run and turn that into a spanking story. It just did not work.

Katherine Deane: In a perfect world, what would you write?

 

Penny Alley:  Exactly what I am writing. I am living in a perfect world of my own making. 🙂 I honestly can’t imagine doing anything else. I write what I love, whether it’s a Maren Smith, Darla Phelps or Penny Alley theme. If the story is strong, I write it. If there’s someone out there who enjoys reading what I write, then the more the better. I write what I want to read. If other people enjoy reading them too, then that’s absolutely awesome!

Katherine Deane: Incubus, gods, werewolves… what’s next for Penny? any new types?

 

Penny Alley:  The next Penny Alley is going to be the next in the Hollow Hills series. There will be 3 books total, and then I get to finish Finding Sunrise–the romance between a woman traveling across country and the man she picks up to be her traveling companion. it’s going to be very different from anything else I’ve ever done.

 

Thanks, Penny / Maren! And congratulations on your awesome new paranormal. I loved it, and am shouting from the rooftops. This one is right up there with Incubus Moon. A fantastic story, with such vivid descriptions. I loved it!

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Excerpt

“The Alpha male of Hollow Hills?” She tried not to laugh because for all that it sounded

silly coming out of her mouth, both he and Mama Margo had used that word quite seriously. “All

right, so what does an Alpha do?” She couldn’t resist knocking on her chest and offering a sedate

Tarzan yodel.

Colton laughed again, and for the second time said, “Close enough.”

“No, I’m sorry. I’ll be serious. I’m curious. Besides “catching” his Bride—which stirs up

a whole slew of new questions, by the way—what does an Alpha do?”

Having rounded a curve in the road, Karly could see the summit of the Ridge up ahead.

They weren’t close enough yet for her to glimpse the tents through the trees or the colorful

pennants, but she could hear the shouting and the laughter and the occasional snap of cloth in the

“We lead,” Colton answered, his expression seeming to close the nearer they drew to

the crowded fairgrounds. “We guard our territories.” He looked at her then. “And we protect all

those within it.”

The implication of what he was trying not to say wasn’t lost on her. Karly flushed, a slow

burning heat that moved up from her core to scald her cheeks. She had to change the subject.

“And you decide who gets to be Alpha via ragtag games of tackle football?”

“No.” For the first time, his flash of a smile seemed genuine. “The games are simply

a means to an end. It gives you a chance to show off your strength to potential females, and if

you’re lucky, you can also knock a few of your competitors out of the running.”

“Is that what you were doing yesterday with that boy?” Having finally reached the

summits’ intended parking lot, they stepped off the road together, gravel crunching under both

their feet.

“That’s what he was trying to do to me.”

Despite the veiled ruthlessness that she had witnessed yesterday, Karly liked walking

beside him. She liked hearing the crunch of his boots grinding in the loose rock and she liked

feeling the heat of him, even hotter than the surrounding sun, every time his arm bumped lightly

into hers. On the few times when he pulled a little ahead of her, she really liked watching him

walk. That swaggering strut of his struck her as sexy. He didn’t even seem to know how sexy

that was, and that appealed to her, even though she knew it shouldn’t.

“So what’s on the agenda today? More football and beating each other up?” Karly

stopped when he did, but while he stared off toward the banners and tents, she continued to study

“Not today,” he said softly, and then began to smile. “Sounds like they’ve got something

else planned.”

Karly tried to hear what he was, but it was just shouting and cheering. To her, it said

football game, but as they approached the same grassy field where Colton had tackled and been

tackled the day before, instead of teams of men beating each other into the ground, today it was

the women’s turn. In this case, the term “the gentler sex” seemed to hold no meaning.

“Oh whoa,” Karly said, trying hard not to sound judgmental. Just as the men had done

the day before, the contestants were engaged in a rowdy game of skins versus skins. Some

were wearing sports bras, but most hadn’t bothered, and all of them wore dirt and bruises from

no-holds-barred tackles to the ground regardless of who had the ball. “These are your Bridal

choices?”

Colton grinned. “I do love our old, time-honored traditions, don’t you?”

Karly’s startled laugh cut into a wince when four women collided and the one on the

bottom of the pile came up bloodied, spitting teeth and grass, and with an arm that bent in ways

no human arm should. “Oh wow, these girls are serious.”

“Deadly,” Colton agreed. “They have a lot to prove. Strong women attract strong mates.”

“So does a good curry.”

Colton chuckled. “Fond as I am of curry, a woman’s cooking skills aren’t half as

important as strength, courage and good family ties. There are a lot of men here competing for

Brides and not one of them is going to care how well she cooks.”

Another bone-crushing tackle resulted in two women picking themselves up off the

ground. Both spat blood, but only swiped their mouths and rejoined the next line up. This was

not hair-pulling, bitch-slapping, name-calling, feminine warfare. This was every bit as brutal as

the men had been the day before.

“This has Bridezillas beat all to hell and back,” Karly said flatly, and then looked at him.

“You want to marry one of these women?”

His smile dimmed around the corners of his mouth. He inclined his head. “Want doesn’t

have anything to do with it. But yes, in three days’ time, we will have our Hunt and I will take

one of these women for my Bride.”

He did not look happy about it. Funny, but she kind of felt a little disappointed too. She

wasn’t even fully divorced yet. She didn’t have a right to feel like this.

Karly faced the field and tried to study his options with an unbiased eye. “But you don’t

know which one?”

“No.”

“Then why do it?”

“Because it’s our way.”

The look she flashed him now was all but annoyed. “Oh, come on. What are you,

gypsies?”

“Not exactly.” He made no effort to change his answer.

Karly cringed when the ball was hiked and two walls of shouting women collided. It

might have been simply the sound of the impact, but she thought she heard bones snap. “Oh my

God.” She tried to cover her eyes, but couldn’t make herself stop watching. “What if you don’t

suit? Apart from potential chest sizes, what do you know about any of these women?”

“I know they care about our traditions.” Colton glanced at her sidelong. “I know they are

fierce and determined enough to suffer pain in the hopes of attracting my attention. And I know

that they will bring that determination into our marriage, because no one wants to be miserable

with the one they have vowed to share the rest of their life.”

Karly flinched again, but this time it had nothing to do with what was happening before

her. “What if you are miserable?”

“Then we’ll separate. We aren’t perfect, but we aren’t draconian either.”

Another hike of the ball resulted in another bone-jarring tackle, this time punches were

thrown and she could have sworn one girl bit another. Karly folded her arms across her chest,

hugging herself against an answer she, for some reason, didn’t really want to know. “If you have

to pick, have you at least whittled down your options?”

A ghost of his former smile returned. Colton faced the field, folding his arms across

his chest now too. “Sadly, I haven’t dedicated the proper attention to even begin my whittling.

My…family is not at all pleased with me.”

“Your family has to approve of her too?”

“At this point, they won’t care just so long as I get one. Any one.” He didn’t sound happy

about that, either.

“Okay.” Karly studied the field. She pointed to a blonde, her long curly hair pulled back

in a ponytail and her bouncing breasts covered but pertly outlined by the wife-beater t-shirt she

wore. “How about that one?” She tried her best not to think about Colton covering that woman

the way she’s dreamed he’d done to her the night before.

“Not if you paid me,” Colton said flatly.

That drawling rejection made her so ridiculously happy that she actually smiled. “Why

“Her father’s been trying to get his hands on Hollow Hills for years. He failed at brute

force, so now he’s trying through diplomacy.”

“And if you married her, he’d as good as succeed,” she concluded. “I didn’t realize

politics were also involved.”

“Politics are always involved,” Colton informed her.

“All right.” Karly studied the field again, taking her time now to pick and choose among

the competing hopefuls. “What about that one?”

“The brunette with the dragon tattoo?” He snorted when she nodded. “She’s barely more

than a child.”

“She’s old enough to have a tattoo,” she pointed out.

“I’m thirty-eight. I don’t want a Bride I’ll have to spank and send to bed without supper.”

Karly quickly bit back another smile. “All right, so one of the older ladies.”

“Not too old,” he corrected, his eyes now sparkling with amusement as well. “I don’t

want to push her wheelchair quite yet either.”

“No toothless, old biddies,” she agreed and scanned their options. She’d been trying to

steer clear of the shirtless ones, but feeling emboldened now, she chose one. “That one, the short-
haired blonde.”

“She’s being particularly aggressive,” Colton noted.

“She does seem very strong. And if she’s not thirty, then she can’t be far from it, so no

spanking required.”

“More’s the pity. She’s got the perfect backside for it—nice, round and jubbly.”

That caught her so off-guard, that Karly actually whapped him on the arm as she laughed.

Colton made no effort to retaliate, but flashed that good-natured grin instead. In spite of herself,

Karly relaxed even more. “I can’t believe you just said that. All right. So, she’s strong, grown,

has a nice butt, and since she’s running around in public without her shirt on, we’ll just assume

for now that she’s open to kinky sex. All that’s left is to find out what her family is like.”

“I have no idea; never met them.”

“Have you talked to her yet?”

“Enough to know she has a nasally laugh.”

“So, you want a strong, older woman from a good family, into kinky sex, but without the

nasally laugh.”

“Is that asking too much, do you think?” He bumped his shoulder to hers, lowering his

head in conspiratory humor, which made her feel as if he were trying to get intimately closer.

She liked that too.

“I think you’d be better off looking for someone who makes a good curry.”

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Summer Spanks – Scorching hot teachers and hot bottoms to match!

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Welcome to Summer Spanks 2014! There are a ton of prizes to win on the main site page! All you have to do is comment below (with your email address, please), and you will automatically be entered into the main prize drawings.

Thank you to our hosts, Saturday Spankings and Spanking Romance Reviews, and our awesome prize donators!

I will also be giving out a few prizes, myself. One winner will get an e-copy of one of my books (The Coach’s Discipline or The Winter Storm). Another winner  will receive a $5 gift certificate to Blushing Books. Don’t forget to leave your email address.

Have fun and enjoy the spankings!

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(I know, I said from the get-go, I wasn’t going to do a school story. I was going to do a summer one, no matter what! Well, these characters just popped into my head, and begged for a little action, so I had to oblige. All characters have agreed to be “used” in this forum. 🙂 And I even found some cool visuals to go with the piece. Enjoy!)

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Katherine sat at her little desk twirling her blonde hair between two fingers, scowling at her best friend, Corinne, who was happily scribbling out a rough draft.

The first day of class at Saint Larrup’s school for authors was proving not only to be boring and unproductive, but also frustrating as all hell.

“How’s your character sketches coming, authors?” The handsome, stern teacher, Mr. Sterling called from the front of the room.

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“It’d be a lot better if someone wasn’t stealing my men.” Katherine grumbled and kicked Corinne’s feet.

“Ungh! What was that for,” Corinne glared and whispered.

“You know I wanted the hot 32 year blond werewolf hunk for my petite brunette pixie.” Katherine said angrily.

“Well,” Corinne smiled sweetly, “I’m using a 32 year old blond fireman for my petite brunette lawyer. It’s completely different. Suck it up, whiner.”

“Yeah, Katherine, completely different. One’s contemporary, the other’s, what the hell do you call a mixture of paranormal and fantasy anyway.” Their friend, Adaline laughed.

Whack!

A long ruler cracked down on Adaline’s desk, startling all the women.

“Ladies. Eyes on your papers, mouths closed, please,” The assistant professor, Miss Pandora Blake, gave them a firm scold.
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Katherine’s cheeks flushed red, hating being called out in front of the whole class.

Natasha stifled a giggle, and shook her head.

“Goody goody.” Katherine nudged Natasha’s seat, tapping her plaid backside with her saddle shoes. “You know, you don’t always have to sit up front.” Katherine whispered.

“Good girls always sit up front,” Natasha winked.

“Good girl, my a—“

“How’s the sketch coming, Ms. Deane?” Mr. Sterling‘s cool eyes bore into Katherine’s, and she hiccupped nervously. “Working on it, sir.”

Grrr! Katherine crumpled up her page of scribbled paper, and tossed it aside. Unfortunately, it popped off Corinne’s head.

“What now?” Corinne rolled her eyes and glared.

“I have writer’s block. I can’t write anything now.” She huffed under her breath, and turned her attention back to her empty paper when Mr. Sterling turned her way again.

When both the handsome professor and his sexy assistant teacher were well into a quiet conversation about dialog tags, Katherine handed Corinne a note.

Give me the blond hottie!!!!!!!

Hell No! 🙂 came the written reply

You suck!

And you swallow, 🙂 🙂 🙂 Corinne giggled when she passed the note back, infuriating Katherine even more.

“I need my own hottie!” Katherine hissed.

“You need to learn share!” Corinne whispered, getting angry.

“You need to ‘pants’ more.” Katherine glared.

Adaline giggled. “Ooh, the pantser’s on a roll!”

Well,” huffed Corinne, “You could try a little plot outlining once in a while instead of calling me at one am to tell me about all your ideas.”

“I need to talk them out!” Katherine barely kept her angry words as a whisper.

“Pantser and a plotter, sitting in a tree…” Adaline sang.

“Ooh,” Renee Rose leaned in, excited, “You two should kiss!”

Casey McKay grumbled, “Just get the fight over with already before you get us all in trouble.”

“Fine.” Corinne smiled. “I’m just going to plot out the best way to use my blond hottie.”

Arrrrgh!” Katherine stood in a rage, and grabbed Corinne’s dark ponytail, and yanked.

Corinne stood and both women faced off in a showdown of vicious dialog tag comments and hair pulling.

All hell broke loose.

“Fight, fight, fight!” Casey jumped onto the top of her desk with a loud “Woohoo! Elbow her in the chest! Yeah!”

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Tara shook her head, smiling. “That’s a fret.”

Renee and Adaline broke into loud peals of laughter, and egged on the two women as Casey worked the class into frenzied shouts. She had just started the class on a huge stadium wave, when a loud piercing whistle cut through the classroom.

A very angry teacher folded his arms across his chest, glaring at the women in the center of the room.

“Who started this?” he asked, his voice deadly quiet, and very scary.

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All hands in the room pointed to Katherine and Corinne.

“If you ask me, sir, I think you should plug them both.” Natasha gave an angelic smile of perfect white teeth, and handed him two silicone plugs from her backpack.

His incredulous look, caused her to shrug as she smiled. “I carry them with me wherever I go. You know never know when you might need one.”

“Plug them! Plug them! Plug them!” Casey jumped up and down and shouted in a frenzy, until Mr. Smith took her by the ear.

He led her to a corner in the classroom, swatting her bottom. “No more getting everyone worked up, Ms. McKay. This is not a derby match.” He swatted the back of her plaid skirt. “You stay here, quietly.”
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He worked his way back to the center of the room, and all eyes looked to the floor, except for Tara Finnegan’s.

“Oy, Teach! I need to use the jacks.” (Irish slang for using the restroom) She stood and grinned at the large man in front of her.

“I think, Ms. Finnegan,” he glanced at the pack of cigarettes hanging in her lacy, black garter belt. Her plaid skirt was two inches shorter than the rest of her classmates showing off her cigarettes and accentuating her killer black combat boots. “that a trip to the bathroom has nothing to do with using the facilities.”

“Ah, feck! Sure look it.” (acceptable Irish response for pretty much anything) She winked.

He gave her a quick swat across the back of her short skirt, before she left the room.

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It seems some other young ladies are in need of a refresher course in school etiquette.” He addressed the class. “Ms. Scott,” he called out to the new exchange student, Erica Scott, who was still in the other corner, holding her skirt above her waist, her bottom blooming red, “Please explain to the class your experience with the lexan paddle.”

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She winced and rubbed her red cheeks. “On a scale of one to five, sir, I would call it a 4.5. That mother hurt.”

“We’ll conclude your session after class, Ms. Scott. Please pull up your panties, and return to your desk.

 

Ms. Alexander, Ms. Deane, front and center.”

“Did you forget this class uses corporal punishment?” Corinne whispered to Katherine as they marched to the front of the room.

“I forgot about that. Nuts!” Katherine scowled.

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Ladies, please bend over and place your hands on the desk.” He said, pulling the long wooden paddle from the wall.

He rolled up their plaid skirts, so their cotton panties were in view for everyone to see.

“What have we here?” He patted Katherine’s backside.

Gah! Katherine had forgotten about the white panty rule. “Um, they’re Underdog, sir.” She flushed.

“Are these the appropriate apparel for St. Larrup’s school uniform.” He patted her panties, squeezing her left cheek.

“N-no, sir.” She shuddered.

Well. They will just have to come off.” He stripped them down her legs faster than she could say Sweet Polly Purebred, and the cool air rushed between her bottom cheeks.

He nudged her feet apart, and she knew her classmates were now getting a full view of every bit of her most intimate parts. Gawd, how embarrassing!

“How many strokes should these naughty girls get for disrupting class?” He asked aloud.

“Fifty! And the plugs!” Natasha’s breathless voice squealed.

He took Natasha by the ear, and placed her in the corner, “Nose right here, Ms. Knight. And not another word about plugs.”

Natasha groaned as he swatted her hard and positioned her, giving her a few more hard swats. “I’ll deal with you after class, Ms. Knight. Bring your plugs.”

“Yes, sir.” She nodded and pressed her nose to the corner.

“All right, ladies, are you ready for your paddling?”

He asked the question to Corinne and Katherine, but it was Adeline’s excited “Oh yeah! Spankings, then oral sex!” that left the class in titters.

“Come here, Ms. Raine. We have another corner for you.” Miss Blake said, pressing Adeline’s nose into the third corner while peppering her rear end with the ruler.

Mr. Sterling turned to the class, his dark eyes aggressive and dominant, causing all the women to lower their eyes and shiver.

Renee was the only one who seemed angry about the whole incident, sitting cross armed with her mouth set in a firm line as she watched him stride toward the bottoms he was about to heat.

Jealousy, perhaps?

“I’m the one with the hot school girl pic for my avatar.” She mumbled.

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Do you have a problem with this, Ms. Rose?”

“No. Sir.” She bit out and glared at him sullenly.

“Very well.”

He picked up the paddle again, and tapped Corinne’s pantied bottom softly, caressing it gently, before bringing it down in a sharp loud crack.

She flinched and shuffled on her feet.

He brought the paddle down again, twice more, and she groaned and pressed her cheek into the hard wood desk.

When Katherine felt the cool wood tap her already bare bottom, she clenched involuntarily.

“Relax.” He said, tapping the underside of her cheeks until she softened. “Rear up a bit more, please, Ms. Deane.”

 

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She pressed her bottom up, and held her breath, waiting for the hard wood to make impact.

Crack!

The sound startled her before the searing pain seeped into her nether regions.

Whack!

He struck both cheeks hard and fast, and she choked on a breath.

The heat built in her poor bottom quickly as he paddled her quick and hard, leaving no part of her white bare bottom untouched.

Her howls and pleading fell on deaf ears as he paddled her hard, again and again, until she sagged over the desk, sobbing.

She could barely hear Corinne’s yelps and cries over her own labored breaths.

Oh my gosh, this dreadful teacher had ravaged her ass! And now he was doing the same to her best friend.

“Stop!” She called out, and the loud cracks of the paddle ceased. “It’s my fault.” Katherine cried, turning her tear filled eyes toward her best friend. “You can have the blond hottie. I’ll pick someone different.”

“No, it’s okay. You take him I can always plot out something different.” Corinne sniffled and reached for her hand.

Or,” their teacher’s voice cut in smoothly as he stroked both their sore bottom cheeks. “You could work together on a tandem story. You could mix your pantsing with Corinne’s plotting.”

Natasha giggled from her corner, “You could call it plantsing, sir.” This received a few good girl swats with his palm.

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Best idea I’ve heard all day,” Katherine groaned as she placed her hands onto her sore hot bottom. “May we go back to work, sir?”

“Yes, you may.” He patted them each one last time, pulled up Katherine’s panties, and unfolded both of their short skirts.

“Ladies, you may all return to your desks.” He addressed the women in the corners.

Katherine thought she heard Natasha mumble something about butt plugs, as she, Adaline and  Casey returned to their desks.

“All right, class. We are going to stop character sketches and work on a new project, outlining a story. Here’s your premise.”

He wrote in big block letter on the chalk board, and the entire class groaned and flushed when they read the subject.

 

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Well, isn’t that the bomb sauce?” Muttered Renee from behind Katherine.

Mr. Sterling smiled.

“I almost forgot the visual cue. Ms. Blake …?” He led his assistant to the center of the room and sat her in a hard backed chair facing the classroom.

He pointed at Renee and gave her a knowing smile. “Care to do the honors, Miss Rose?”

“My panties are already down,” she said, taking his hand, as he led her to the seated assistant.

“Over Miss Blake’s lap, please.”

The class watched Renee position herself over the assistant’s lap, smiling from ear to ear.

“All right class, let’s begin. “

Miss Blake raised her hand, preparing for the first strike on Renee’s upturned, bare bottom, and everyone leaned forward in anticipation of the visual that would get them all writing, happily.

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Excited students clamored outside the door, fighting over a tiny peek through the window.

“Man,” Sarah Young pouted, “I am so taking that class next year!”

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So in keeping with today’s kinky / spanky theme 🙂 if you could choose a celebrity to dress up (this is fictitious, of course!) in school girl or boy attire, and receive a sound spanking from an ‘oh so stern’ teacher, whom would you choose?

Hehe, I’ve already made some of my choices today. But I still have more in mind. 😉 How about you?

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