<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Vanessa on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/vanessa/</link><description>Recent content in Vanessa on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 04 Sep 2011 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/vanessa/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Her Punishment</title><link>/stories/2011/09/04/her-punishment/</link><pubDate>Sun, 04 Sep 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/09/04/her-punishment/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I was going to be punished.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It doesn&amp;rsquo;t matter now what I did, or why. What matters is that I lay on my back on a padded table, naked, blindfolded, and slightly shaky from the thorough enema she&amp;rsquo;d just given me. For some infractions, that would have been penance enough, but I know this one would be far more complex.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She spread my knees apart and gently began lubing my rear passage. I felt the tip of something cool touch me and begin sliding inside: something long, cylindrical, and slightly textured.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>