She may be a mature college girl but when Wendy comes home she is still disciplined by her mother with the hairbrush she received when growing up. Just like when she was a teenager she grips the bed clothes and awaits the first stinging swat. She soon knows that she will be in tears and begging her mum to stop, feeling like a naughty child. Her mum will then leave her to lie flat on her tummy and sob into the pillow until eventually she calms and her fingers wander to her moist mound between her legs and she can sooth herself. No matter how humiliating and painful she finds the spankings nothing makes her wetter.
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