When I was a youth my mom and dad divorced. When I did things I shouldn't do mom sent me next door for a visit with Mr. P________d. After staring at the floor and resisting a little it would finally be over. I couldn't really sit down comfortably for a while. BUT it always worked. Eventually I grew to like it but never told anyone.
Does this sound familiar? I have a girlfreind now but would love to feel the pressure again.
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