Thank you, Nick for the sweet testimonial. This really made my day reading this.
I had long been a fan of Miss Jenn’s scolding videos and fantasized about meeting her in person one day. As luck would have it, while traveling I had a layover in Seattle and decided to send her an email on the off chance she could squeeze me in. Miss Jenn responded promptly and graciously accommodated my schedule, agreeing to meet me for a session before I had to take a red eye flight back to the east coast.
After providing some preliminary information and answering her questions via email, I arrived at Miss Jenn’s domestic space following her simple and clear instructions. She is a warm and welcoming presence and we had a friendly chat before getting started. Since we had never met before, she had me describe some of my past experiences, pain threshold, and preferences. Then she seamlessly transitioned to the scene. She gave me a lecture about how I had a lot of promise but wasn’t living up to my full potential, diagnosing the source of my problem as a lack of discipline. Lifting my chin with her hand, she made sure I was looking directly into her big brown eyes when she informed me that the cure she had prescribed was a hard, blistering spanking.
What followed was 90 minutes of blissful torment. She went through a stunning array of implements – I lost count – in a variety of positions. She would build up slowly with one implement, then increased speed and intensity, and just when I felt like I couldn’t take any more of a particular sensation, she would change it up (well, that’s not quite true; when I couldn’t take anymore, she would deliver a few more smacks to get the message across and then change it up). She also made sure that embarrassment was part of the punishment: holding me in a leg lock if I was squirming too much, spanking me in a diaper position while reminding me how humiliating it was to be so exposed, and making me spread eagle so she could slap the tender skin where my thighs and bottom meet. She let me take water breaks when I needed to, but otherwise proceeded methodically and mercilessly. I have a very high pain tolerance, but Miss Jenn spanked me until I was a tearful, blubbering mess. When it was finally over, she laid my head in her lap and stroked my hair and praised me for taking my punishment like a good boy.
I caught my flight out a few hours later and managed to sit down uncomfortably, but with a big smile on my face. Eventually, my cheeks must have gone numb, because I dozed off and slept through the rest of my travel. When we landed and I started walking off the plane, the blood rushing back into my bottom gave me a sharp, stinging reminder of my wonderful session with Miss Jenn – a reminder I expect to carry around for at least the next several days, and a memory that I will carry along happily thereafter.
Bottom line (so to speak): if you are a true spanko, make sure to pay Miss Jenn a visit sometime. She is the genuine article. You won’t regret it.
