Amber Oakley is back! Determined as ever to avoid getting her bottom smacked but her own deep needs and the awkward circumstances she finds herself in trying to solve her financial difficulties mean otherwise.
Offering riding tuition to girls from wealthy families seems like a good idea, but Portia and Ophelia Crowthorne-Jones prove to have a few ideas of their own, and are soon indulging both their lesbian desires and their cruel sense of humour at Amber's expense. Will she end up as their plaything, or can she turn the tables and teach the little brats the lesson they so clearly deserve?
Some girls need to be spanked.
I need to be spanked anyway, not often, but just occasionally. It's not because I'm naughty and deserve to be punished, although sometimes I wish it was, but because it fulfils a deep need in me. All my life I've fought against that need, but never managed to conquer it. Far more often I'm the one doing the spanking, but when I do need my own bottom dealt with, I need it too badly to hold back, and I need it done properly.
Which is why I was driving down a narrow lane just off the A1 with my heart in my mouth and my bottom packed into a pair of ridiculous little jeans shorts that left most of my cheeks spilling out at the sides. That's the trouble with being the sort of girl who needs to be spanked. You have to find somebody to do the spanking. That's not easy for me. I find it hard to submit, and really hard to submit to men. So it has to be a woman, and it has to be a woman big enough and strong enough to hold me in place. That's where Hannah Riley comes in. She's built like a dray horse and she knows exactly how to handle me, over her knee and my panties pulled down without any nonsense for a good, old-fashioned, bare-bottom spanking.
I like it that way, nothing fancy, just the classic routine; my zip unfastened to make it easier for her to take my shorts down, over her knee with my hips lifted so that she can get me bare, shorts pulled down to show off my panties, panties pulled down to show off my bare bottom and her massive hand applied to my cheeks as she spanks me. It leaves me hot and shaking, dizzy with reaction and helpless to resist, in a state of ecstasy that comes no other way. Naturally there's a price, which is to please her in turn, and sometimes other people, because I have to accept her rules or I won't get it at all.
That's why I was in the silly little jeans shorts, which I wouldn't normally wear, ever. She likes me in shorts, with plenty of cheek showing, and not just for the view I provide. I find it humiliating and she knows it, while she also feels that having to show off my bottom keeps me in my place. It certainly keeps me conscious of my rear view, and I try very hard to make sure nobody else sees. She likes people to see, especially men, which is a bit of a problem. Men have never been easy for me, but once Ive been spanked, and with Hannah in charge, I really cant help myself.