The Intimate Diary

Tomorrow.

Good night.

Good night.

So, yeah, it's me.

Good morning.

Tonight?

Yes, it's possible.

What address?

Thus began for me the pleasure of spanking.

A pleasure always renewed, a pleasure shared.

My mother used to beat me the way she kissed me.

I knew by his hand the joys that illuminated my childhood.

No matter how hard I tried, I never found the charm of that Granny.

I pity the unfortunates who were spanked like humiliations.

When they were nothing but a source of joy to me.

I once gave in to the sad custom of fighting to punish.

I was very much in love with a frivolous young lady whom I caught in the arms of our gardener.

Elizabeth!

Come here, come here!

Oh, come on, Leo.

Ow! Ow!

Oh, my darling!

Mom!

And Mom wasn't there to explain the surprising virtues of spanking.

Oh, what the hell?

Alas, long studies took me away for a long time for this wonderful experience.

Good night, honey.

Good evening, miss. - Good evening, sir.

M. Leon, my wife and I would love to have you for dinner any night you want.

But when you like, sir. The director.

-Well, how about tonight?

Tonight?

Well, I'll see you tonight.

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