Note: This autobiographical account was written by Meryl, who's modeled for me a few times before.

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The instant I had Rowan and the house to myself, I dragged him into my room and told him very, very clearly that he wasn't going anywhere near Yoko! It also just so happened that this was the perfect time of year to use some of that fresh, juicy ginger I'd been growing last year. Rowan's rump had been spanked plenty of times before I got my hands on it, but it had never known the agony of a plump carved ginger root working together with my hairbrush! He whimpered, squeaked, and begged like never before, all to no avail as I spanked and paddled that flame-filled fanny to my heart's content.