Silver haired spanker

There’s something very satisfying about being spanked by an older man, specially a man who has been rendered distinguished by time and natural authority. Such men‘s folk memory of what spanking is all about is deeper rooted than ours, and there’s a satisfying confidence in them. When they say “Elizabeth, I think you need to be taught a lesson across my knee, young lady.” You know they mean it, and there’s a quiet old fashioned thoroughness in the spanking that follows. And of course if they’re prepared to pay you the compliment of ensuring that not an inch of your bared bottom stays unpunished, in turn you pay them the compliment of dressing properly for it, sheer stockings and gossamer panties to give them the best visual treat.

And when they take you to the theatre or restaurant afterwards, you cling to their arm with your head high, proud to be seen with this handsome man and wanting everyone to know what has happened. “I’ve just been spanked bare bottomed across his knee!” You want tell the head waiter and all the other diners. “And now I’m being his good little girl.”

Till the next time anyway!