Every once in a while, when the stress and anxiety of everyday life got too high for me to cope, I needed someone to call me little girl, flip me over their knee and spank me until sitting was no longer a thing.

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My neighbor, Michael, fulfilled that role for me. Unfortunately, he was about to be deployed for six months and I would be left to my own devices.

 

That’s what I thought anyways, but Mike had other plans.