To Spank Or To Be Spanked? Pendant on a faux leather cord. Or perhaps thou likest both? To service and to be serviced, to give pleasure and receive.
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Learn moreTo Spank or to be Spanked, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the stings and slaps of outrageous spankings, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep, No more; and by a sleep to say we end. The heart-ache and the thousand natural whippings. That flesh is reddened to: 'tis a consummation. Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the larrup: For in that sleep of death what wet dreams may cum, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause—there's the respect, That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of thy Master, Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's prostrate across thy knee, The pangs of delicious pain, thy law's of paddling provide, The insolence of thy dilating orfice, and the spumes of cum That patient merit of…
...To Spank or to be Spanked, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the stings and slaps of outrageous spankings, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep, No more; and by a sleep to say we end. The heart-ache and the thousand natural whippings. That flesh is reddened to: 'tis a consummation. Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the larrup: For in that sleep of death what wet dreams may cum, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause—there's the respect, That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of thy Master, Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's prostrate across thy knee, The pangs of delicious pain, thy law's of paddling provide, The insolence of thy dilating orfice, and the spumes of cum That patient merit of th'unworthy flogging takes, When he himself might his quietus whimper make With reddening bare buttocks? Who would bear without utterance, To grunt and sweat under a weary caning, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those spankings we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus discipline doth make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution and submission Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action.
What more could you want? Now just lean forwards, that's it. Now let's begin! Paddling, spanking, red bottom, over the knee. Panties down please and lean forward over my office desk. That’s it! Looking good! So? Which cheek first?
Either way, here’s your pendant, it’ll look great when either your or your partners bottom is a glowing!
Okay, here’s a beautiful hand crafted 1.25 inches (32mm) circular pendant, with white text on a beautiful black background. Three layers of crystal clear resin protect, provide depth and deepen the colour. All strung on a 18 inch (42cm) faux leather cord to place around your lovers neck.
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