This weekend I participated in a field trip to the Hellfire Caves, created by Sir Francis Dashwood, and home of the infamous Hellfire Club. There were several of us, and we of course behaved ourselves impeccably and had no naughty thoughts whatsoever. Not at all. Angels, us. Stop snickering at the back!
Anyway, afterwards we were sitting relaxing in a rather un-kinky location, and we rapidly realised that we couldn't really talk about spanking quite as openly as we wanted to. What to do? Change the conversation and talk about something boring, or carry on as we were? Bright as a spark, someone came up with the best euphemism for spanking I've ever heard: "Flower Pressing". So, it is decided. From now on, spanking will no longer be called spanking but "flower pressing". Love it.
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