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It ain't gonna spank itself!
It’s the nuclear war position. Bend over, stick your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye!
Frustrated by the pervasive assumption that just because she had a curvy bottom, that whenever she bent over for ANYTHING she was somehow consenting to be spanked, Hilda developed her own brand of "negative reinforcement therapy" for compulsive spankers. Those unable to resist her provocative charms invariably learned she was also a very good marksman........... as they ended up groaning on the ground clutching their groins. You go, girl!
Let's see if Tom Sawyer or Huck Finn can do this!
Becky Thatcher
Hilda’s latest escapade to get out of a spanking she was due began with such promise but ended, alas, as these things always did, with her on the receiving end of an even more unpleasant spanking than the one she’d originally been promised. You see, when her boyfriend arrived home to administer the spanking she was due, she ran out the back door and took off across across the field with him in hot pursuit. When she reached the road, she found the slingshot and pebbles she’d stashed there, and with deadly accuracy, was able to use them to send him retreating for cover, thus giving her more time to escape. Unfortunately, when she stood up, all the blood rushed out of her head and she fainted. She awoke some time later back at home and cuddled on the sofa in the arms of her boyfriend, who, once he’d determined she was okay, pulled her across his lap and delivered the hairbrush spanking he’d promised, along with extra swats with a paddle for her cheeky behavior, followed by a good dose of the bath brush for the fright she’d given him when she fainted. Once again, one of Hilda’s hair-brained I’m-not-going-to-let-him-spank-me schemes had gone very painfully awry, a fact her aching bottom would remind her of every time she sat down for the next week. Has Hilda finally learned her lesson, only time and Hermione’s “Complete the Caption” will tell.
Hilda’s plan was working perfectly. Her husband had gone back to the house, leaving her to breathe a sigh of relief. But just as she was about to abandon her post, she saw him headed her way, carrying a large paddle. Hilda resumed fire, only to have her husband use the paddle to swat the stones back her. When one of the zinging projectiles connected with her large, well-positioned posterior, Hilda howled, dropped the slingshot, bolted upright, grabbed her stinging behind and broke into a wild dance, giving her husband time to close in on her. Once he had hold of her, he dragged her off to the nearby woodshed where, with the aid of the paddle, he spent the next hour giving his naughty wife many, many reasons to continue her howling and dancing.
Is she hoping that the sling will wrap around and give her a good smack?
David didn't know it was really Hilda's trick shot that killed Goliath.
Hilda nervously lined up the shot knowing that a miss would get her a whipping.
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