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The first smack landed, and so did the second, in exactly the same place. The Governess of Spanking Dreams felt every little worry and tribulation of her life lift, once again she was in her zone.

All that mattered was the bottom of her pet, before her, every single thing in the world, other than the spanking, quite simply…did not matter. It was like laudanum taking away pain and worry, it was her drug, her drug to satisfy her need.

The feeling was mirrored by her pet, Charlotte. The sting, the sound of the smack was a blessed relief, like going to a confessional and atoning for sins, she felt renewed, and pushed up eagerly for the next smacks.

It wasn’t just Charlotte who needed to push her bottom out, it was a strange feeling that often came over her Mistress at times, when she spanked, a need to present her own, as if it needed spanking itself, as she spanked. {excuse me butting in to your story…but bloody hell, I must remember this idea for a shoot!….anyway, off you go, back to the girls)

And once again, in their small spanking sanctuary, far from the maddening rush of modern life, our friends spanked, hard and fast. Charlotte closed her eyes and drifted totally into submission, and pleasing her beloved Mistress.

You know, this might be a story, but trust me my dear readers and followers, I see what happens with these two, what you are reading does happen, in Asa Jones Spanking Sanctuary.

This particular spanking is over, but after a few days, their need arose again…

More to come…

Asa