A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon - The Woody Back to School Unit

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One evening we had arranged to meet for
dinner and for reasons long forgotten I was several
hours late. He was furious and when we got back to
his apartment he put me over his knee, flipped back
my skirt and gave me a damn good spanking.
Needless to say I was outraged and responded
in typical Nixdown fashion by hacking him in the
shins, slapping him around the kisser and storming
off in a high old snit.
However, when I got home I found myself
curiously aroused by the memory and found it
impossible to sleep. There was nothing else for it, I
returned to his apartment and demanded that he
Rodger my eyes out, but only after he had put me
over his knee for a second time a spanked me until I
squeaked. The rest as they say is history.
The heat in my bottom was growing in
intensity and I could not help but wriggle and squirm
a little under the deluge of spanks. As I squirmed I
could feel the softness of the fabric of my blouse
against the flesh of my tummy, it was a deliciously
exotic sensation.
Recently my clobber consultant sent me
samples of a new fabric she had found at one of my
favorite tailors in the backstreets of Ho Chi Minh City.
It is basically two layers bonded together. The
external layer of the garment is a crisp cotton that
holds its creases perfectly and its stiffened collar is
perfectly spread to accent a well-knotted tie. The
secondary internal lining is a beautiful soft and
luscious silk.