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[earthfluuke]

SandRay Kissing: An Introspection ONLY FRIENDS EP. 2 (2023)

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Doctor Who "The Doctor Falls"

[youngmekka]

NINJAAAAAAAAAA GOOOOOOOOOO!

Hey everyone! Say hey to Shin Kokujin, AKA Red Lightning! One of the five destined Guardians of the Green Ninja, Wielder of the Firestorm Blade, and half of the Dyad of One destined to open the gates Forward and Back!

Also this is what my Spinjizu pixel art looks like. (Again, I would like to mention the fact that I'm almost 100% sure I'm the first person to make Spinjitzu pixel art outside of the stupid Battle Network clone)

[kirbyfigure]

⋆˚࿔ 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𐙚🐰𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[k-haotung]

cigarettes after sex

[theeevilresidentquarry]

Christmas party surprise

Leons a bottom (common knowledge)

You're the top (also common knowledge)

The idea came to me in a dream and i had to write it down immediately 

It was christmas eve at the Racoon City Police department, it was a christmas party for all the workers. But only the “important” ones really got to party, all the rookies including you and leon were basically ignored during most of it. For some reason they just didn't like any of the rookies, even though they used to be rookies themselves. After a while almost all of them just left, they got annoyed and were not really feeling the christmas spirit anymore. 

Now chief irons was getting ready for another world famous speech, and you two weren't really interested in it, you decided to get comfortable in the break room and just drink and waste time. But after getting a little too comfortable, Leon jumped onto your lap as a joke. But he never got off and you just adjusted to the change. 

The drinks must've been getting to Leon because he started to get fidgety and move around in your lap, which normally would’ve been fine but now the half chub you were trying so desperately to hide was getting toyed with.

At the very same time the arms you had wrapped firmly around Leon's torso felt a little tent growing in his pants. You stayed still trying to ignore the hardness growing in your pants but once leon noticed he started moving faster.

Now he knew you were hard, and you knew he was hard, it didn't take much longer for you to be trying your best to stifle leon's loud moans with your hand, instead of taking the hint he just sucked on your fingers and groaned louder. It was understandable though, if your prostate was getting rammed like his was currently, you'd be moaning out too. 

Everything got much worse after hearing footsteps on their way towards the breakroom, the hallway was long enough that you'd have a good 30 seconds before someone got to the door, and Leon wasn't getting up anytime soon.

The loud slapping of you smashing in and out of Leon was surely heard from outside and all it took was a few of them until you were both groaning and cumming on each other. There wasn't much recovery time as you had to quickly pull out leaving more cum spilling out of leons hole as you both scrambled to put clothes back on and look as normal as possible on the couch when another rookie opened the door. 

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[yourdailyqueer]

Mitch O'Farrell

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay

DOB: Born 1960

Ethnicity: Native American (Wyandotte Nation)

Occupation: Politician (Democrat), activist

Note: First Native American to be elected to the Los Angeles City Council

[sollucets]

hidden behind the annotations in the video.... cruel and unusual

[rabbiitte]

“Compared to Boston, you're a saint”.

[afza147]

Ep7 when the phone rings short review

The preview after the kiss ..mbc decide to give sweet and pain tomorrow and I'm not ready

So much happening today but I'm more concern on tomorrow ep😵

Focus ..focus..that is for tomorrow

Started very very very good with hee joo finally speak to paik sa eon

And the way they kept talking to each other😍😍😍😍

And sleeping with each other😍😍😍😍

Afterwards the kiss..the first official kiss but it was kinda weak not that passionate as in the novel😅🤣( again me with my high expectation) but it's good just not great..hopeful for more passionate kiss in future ep

And the reveal 😭😭😭😭😭 I thought he was not gonna show up at all

When he said tell me how to hate hee joo ,how to not love hee joo..give me paik sa eon now..😅😍😍😍😍

Also I thought he was only gonna wipe her tears ( coz in the novel the kiss was at different scene)😅

Hee joo imagination goes wrong 🤣

But the moment completely destroy with the preview I'm scared of tomorrow hopefully not but I think the scene that somebody gonna die..( everyone who read spoiler u know who)

Why directornim? Why..but again I could be wrong ..please me wrong..I just want their happiness a bit longer🙏🙏🙏

Preparing my heart for good and bad of next ep😵‍💫

Oh oh ..why is ji sang woo in the kidnapper limelight?? This park do jae is sus too..who is this accomplice😵 I more worried of tomorrow happiness cut short..please half of the episode filled with happiness🙏🙏

[gabrielokun]

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Doctor Who "Twice Upon a Time"

[sw2-serials]

Mrs. Harris and My Embarrassment

@anne-hairbrush wrote:

“Don’t be ashamed, honey,” Mrs. Harris tells me as she lowered my panties, “I’ve already spanked a lot of girls and seen lots of girl’s bare buttocks. Believe me, once I start using the hairbrush on your bare buns, embarrassment will be the last thing you’ll worry about.”

***

I’ve been ashamed about a lot of things… I’ve had a secret crush on Mrs. Harris for a long time.  I’ve known she was the vice-principal at that all-girl religious school and was in charge of discipline and that, for some reason, made her even more attractive (not that she needed any help!).  I’ve had crazy thoughts about her… a lot of them, mostly in bed (in my bed, I mean, though, um, yes, a lot of those thoughts had us in a bed together somewhere…).  Some (kinda a lot) about her spanking me!

Currently I’m ashamed of my behavior… I’ve been seeking her approval and trying to behave differently… but it’s been a BIG change to make… and lately… well, I haven’t been.  She’s really disappointed in me… why did I even tell her?  She never would have found out… though if she ever thought I was lying to her… she’d be more disappointed (and me more ashamed) than ever.

And maybe, just maybe, I don’t know… maybe I told her because I want her to spank me… she’d mentioned that she’d ‘had to’, often, at the school.  I said ‘they must’ve hated it’ and she said, ‘Yes, it was my job to see that they did’.  She’s really, really disappointed… I’m afraid she’ll want me to leave and not come back… but she just starts asking why I did this and why I didn’t do that… and telling me I’m ‘better than that’ and says “You know that, don’t you, Lauren?” and boy, if I wasn’t ashamed before…

Instead of yelling or something she tells me how much ‘potential’ I have and what a ‘shame’ (see?) it would be to waste it… talks about the life I ‘could have’…

“You sound like you want to spank me,” I say, sort of defensively, feeling like I’m going to cry (how embarrassing!).  I don’t even know if she does or if I just want to say that after thinking about it so much or even want to hear her say that she’s not going to.  Then I’m ashamed for having said that!  But I just hold my breath… will she think I’m criticizing her?  She’s being way nicer than she has to be, it’s just her tone that’s so… that has me so ashamed.

“Maybe I should,” she says and I can’t breathe.  I don’t know if I want this or not but I know it’s shameful if I do… and, I guess, meant to make me ashamed of my behavior if I dodn’t… or maybe both…

BUT… I’m feeling something else besides shame… and butterflies… and a need to pee… a buzz, deep inside, a shameful buzzing…

“Maybe you should…” is all I can say, and very quietly at that.

But she hears me.

“You won’t like it,” she reminds me, as if she has to.

“I know, but…” I start.

“But?”

“I don’t want to keep acting this way, either,” I tell her. 

And she laughs.

“You’ve acted this way a long time, Lauren.  One spanking isn’t going to magically change everything,” she says.

“So you mean I need…”  I don’t think I can say it, or even think it.  It’s so embarrassing!  But she doesn’t say anything either.  “More than one,” I say at last.

“Let’s start with one and see how it goes,” she suggests, and suddenly I know I will  be spanked.  “Who knows, I could be wrong,” she adds.

“Prolly not,” I admit, mumbling.  But she understands that, too.

“Do I have to…” I ask, pointing to my pants.

“Yes, I’m afraid you do, honey.  That’s how we do things.  But just your pants, for now.”

For now.  For now.  Her words echo in my head as I fumble around, lowering my pants but keeping my panties in place.  Somehow, bending over her lap seems the most natural thing in the world.

I can feel her thigh beneath my tummy, and the other beneath my hips.

“Mrs. Harris?  I’m sorry,” I say as she rubs my pantied bottom.  It feels nice.  Another nice, insistent feeling gets stronger as well and my face burns.

“Tell me what you’re sorry for, Lauren.”  I notice that she’s using my name a lot today.

“I’m sorry that you have to spank me,” I tell her.  It’s embarrassing to need help acting right.

“Oh, Lauren!  Don’t feel bad about that!  You should be you’re sorry for how you behaved,” she replies.  “I know that this seems like a strange way to help you, but that’s really what I’m doing, or trying to.  Trying to help you.”

“Thank you,” I squeak.

“And you’re welcome to it.  You’re always welcome to my help.”

Do you mean spankings? I think.  But I know she means any sort of help, that’s what she’s been giving me all along.

“So what are you sorry for?” she asks.

“For disappointing you,” I answer honestly.

“That’s sweet, but that’s not the answer either.  So let’s do this.  I’m going to spank you because of the way you acted, the things you did and didn’t do, and you think about them and see if you can think of why they were the wrong way for a good girl like you to act.  And when you start being sorry that you have to be getting this spanking - and you will - try to remember that it’s not because you disappointed me, it’s because of those things you did.”

“Or didn’t do,” I sort of moan.

“Exactly.  I think you’re on the right track." smack!

The first smack catches me by surprise and I yelp even though it didn’t hurt and Mrs. Harris ignores it, smacking again several times.  I kind of jump but it’s really not bad so she smacks a lot harder.  “You want to be good, don’t you, Lauren?”

“Yes,” I promise, trying not to yelp anymore, embarrassed to complain about a spanking I deserve that doesn’t even hurt.

“I thought so,” Mrs. Harris says approvingly, but still spanks me.

There’s something I’m supposed to be thinking that I’m not doing a very good job of… bad behavior.  Some of the swats are solid but not quite hard enough and they make me tingle more than hurt.  The stuff I did, staying out late, not calling, hanging out with friends that will get me in trouble if I do it too much, ignoring my mom when she said I shouldn’t be doing that… they were just ‘don’t care’ kind of things, easy to stop, really… my mind is more on the rhythm of Mrs. Harris’s spanks, the way she has me sort of rocking, the way she has me feeling… I know it’s not right and wondering if she knows makes me blush with shame…

but then…

She stops but I know she’s not done.  She said that the girls ‘didn’t like it’ and that I wouldn’t either and I know she knows that, well, that that’s just not true…

Then she starts to lower my panties down off my bottom, and everything.

“Please don’t,” I whine, “It’s too embarrassing!”  What good are my panties going to do me, anyway?

“Don’t be ashamed, honey,” Mrs. Harris tells me as she lowered my panties, “I’ve already spanked a lot of girls and seen lots of girl’s bare buttocks. Believe me, once I start using the hairbrush on your bare buns, embarrassment will be the last thing you’ll worry about.”

I have so many thoughts at once.  Yes, but is that all you’ll see?  The hairbrush?  That’s meant to hurt, and it will, I know it.  Is this better or worse than getting a spanking that doesn’t hurt?  My bottom’s hot, but parts of me are hotter… will I cry?  Is that good, is that what she wants, or will she stop?  Will it make her feel bad?  Smack!

“Ow!” Again I’m surprised when she smacks me.  Smack smack smack smackety SMACK!  “Ow!”

“That’s better,” Mrs. Harris says as she settles into some sort of pattern.  Her spanks are a lot harder.  “This is how we learn…” she says idly while she spanks, like to a child.  “These will help you think about being better…”  Actually that’s a nice thought and after the shock of the first few I’m managing these pretty well, too.  I mean, they’re not the hairbrush and my bottom is definitely heating up, but I’m still getting some that make me quiver… oh God, I think again, what if she can tell…

“Are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking!  I’m thinking!” I lie.

As if reading my mind she asks, “Are you thinking as you should?”  Just then she gives me a bunch of hard smacks that save me from having to lie.  I hide my head in shame, which just makes my butt stick up.  I get a big bunch more.  I mean a really big bunch.

But then she’s done.

“Up you get, hon,” she chirps.

“Wha…?” I ask.

“Up,” she tells me with a tiny smack.  “Gotta go get the hairbrush.”

“Oh…” I say, not moving immediately.  I don’t want to expose myself to her, and not just due to everyday modesty.  Just in case, I mean.  I back up, knees and hips bent, until my bottom is way out of reach, hands still on the couch, giving her just enough room to get up, which she does.  I’m still like that when she returns.

With the hairbrush.  That’s meant to hurt.

Soon as she sits I scramble back across her lap.  “Mrs. Harris?” I ask.

“Yes, Lauren?”  My bottom is bare and she’s holding the hairbrush, she could start any moment.

“Will I cry?”

“You might.  You probably will, I’m afraid.  It does hurt - and you feel badly about what you’ve done, don’t you?”

“Yes.  Real bad,” I promise.

“Well, then, yes, you’ll probably cry.”

“ ‘k,” I tell her, “but… just…” I stop for some reason.  I guess once I say this, I’ll be getting spanked for real, maybe that’s it.  “Don’t feel bad, ‘k?”

“Oh, Lauren,” she says and I know she’s raising the hairbrush, despite having buried my head again.  “That’s really sweet.  I will feel a little bad, of course, but that doesn’t mean I can stop before I’m done - it’s really for the best, you know.”

“I know,” I say, “I’m sorry.”

“Of course you are.  You’re such a sweet girl, honey - that’s why it’s so important that we help you be good…”

Then about a hundred smacks of the hairbrush land on my butt, every set harder than the last.  First it’s pain mixed with excitement, embarrassment, and being sort of turned on.  Then, just like she predicted, I forget about the excitement and embarrassment and it’s hard to feel the turned-on part through the pain, though it’s still there.

And I cry.

I cry buckets.  I try not to let Mrs. Harris know at first, though maybe she does anyway and pretty soon I can’t hide it and then I’m not hiding my face I’m arching my back and howling.  And she says things like “That’s a good girl, let it all out” and “There we go, you’ll be so good!” and other stuff I don’t remember until she decides we’re done.

For real this time.

Then she lets me lie there and just cry and feel how hot and sore my backside is and how sorry I am and how good I want to be except she keeps me from rubbing my butt even though I really want to.

“Are you going to be good now?” she asks.

“I will, I will, I promise,” I tell her, still sniffling.

“That’s good.  Then maybe we did some good today.  I’m glad.”

“Mrs. Harris?”

“Yes, Lauren?”

“When I’m not…” I try to ask, already wondering what I want but really thinking that I already know.

“What do you think, Lauren?”

***

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the story continues in: Mrs. Harris's Concern .

[fieriframes]

[Take me into all of your life. I am the future, define the future. I was only thinking of human kindness. I am the future, define the future. I have always wanted to be here with you. Love me the first time, love me the last time. Something that I wanted to see through with you.]