She comes in, obviously nervous, and a little flustered. The smell of age, polished brass, bees waxed wood, and cooking greets her. Along with a reassuring smile, and a friendly face. My early nerves have flown away like a butterfly, as always, I am calm, and feel as cool as a cucumber. I usher her to the cafe…”this way, after you.” Good boy. I want to hear you cry. I want you to become innocent as a baby and dependent under my discipline and care. Then I want to spank you some more. I’m going to spank my authority into your sweet, round bottom. Now, hold very still, sweetie. Can you show mommy how good you can be?”

Spanking Stories – leinaztales Spanking Stories – leinaztales

First was Ryan, 15 strokes with the strap, bent over administered by Debby. I watched as Ryan grabbed the strap and handed it to Debby. He went to the middle of the room and Debby pulled his boxers down. She laid into him hard, he moaned but kept position. While he was getting punished Aunt Kay read us all some of his offences, very personal That was ten years ago. I have rarely gone a month without her needing to spank me. In fact, on our wedding night, as we finally got into the car, she asked, “How’s your bottom?”Mummy noticed, and the other W.I.Women noticed. Not only noticed, but mentioned it, in a subtle way. “Your Karen is making a fine young lady, she’ll certainly turns some heads one day!”

A Voyage of Discovery… - Spanking Emporium

Sir - Perhaps "M.C." of Athy, now that he (or she) has had time to calm down, will tell us where the "brutality" in giving a good strapping to a girl of 17 who is disobedient and indisciplined comes in. There is no healthy-minded girl who will be one bit the worse of being stripped and flogged when she deserves it; and many a parent would be very glad to find this practice substituted for the eternal nagging that makes life bitter and intolerable in some boarding schools. Unpredictable results are not comfortable. I had to assert my authority, strapping you thirty minutes before our guests arrived, risking your anger."

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I just returned from Blogher. This annual writing conference ,focusing on women's contribution to the web, took place in San Francisco. I had a blast. I adored the panels, networking and the free corporate swag, but the highlight of the trip was hanging out with the girls. After drying off, I dressed in my uniform and walked into the living room where she was waiting to begin my punishment. She was sitting on the couch holding her small paddle and she smiled when she saw the condition I was in. “I don’t think you’re going to find this whipping all that exciting,” she said as I stood before her. “This one won’t be fun, but if you’re still hard when I’m finished, I just might make use of it.” Patting her lap she said, “you know where to go, don’t make me tell you.” A poor crying Karen thought it was over, but Mummy was reaching for the slipper. Karen looked to the mirror and saw it, she looked over her shoulder, up to meet her Mummy’s eyes. She stared at her feet. It was tough to hear. Stealing a glance at the paddle due to punish her, she flinched.

Spanking Stories: All the Stories - Geocities.ws Spanking Stories: All the Stories - Geocities.ws

I played video games until about two, then took a shower and put on clean clothes. Mothers notice these things. When the time was right, I left my apartment to make the drive across town. I missed Sam and wished she were coming with me. Mom likes her a lot, and her presence would reduce the pressure on me to be sociable. I love mom, but Sam has much better social skills than mine. Some choice! I was going to be spanked either way! My choice was to submit to my fiancé, or be humiliated by having to drop my pants and let her watch my mom reduce me to a sniveling, sobbing 10 year old. Maybe Lisa wouldn’t be too hard on me, so I said, “Ok. You win!” I was just about to mow the lawn when Debby called me and asked me to come into the living room. When I stepped in I saw that Debby and Sandra were sitting on the couch, there was a dining room chair facing the couch and Debby had her favorite hair brush in her hand. Debby told me to have a seat on the chair. She told me that she invited Sandra over to see how we handle problems in our house. She talked about men needing discipline to get control over themselves and all the benefits that a good spanking achieves. I got the feeling that it wasn’t so much a lecture for me, but a lesson for Sandra. I looked over to Sandra and although she still looked quite shy there was also a look of eagerness in her eyes.So, it all started with a bank deposit. That was Tuesday. Steve didn’t like being reprimanded, so he reacted with the “silent treatment,” lasting into Wednesday. Big mistake, Steve. Let’s listen in: Smoothing her dress over her stinging bottom, she followed him downstairs, determined to be the gracious hostess he expected. The promised storm arrived on one fateful Spring day. Confidence had grown into over confidence. Self confidence into haughtiness. Pubic hairs had covered her soft pubescent bone, fingers had delved, conversations with friends on the delight of a fingered pussy had taken place. It was one such conversation that made her not even notice her form teacher walk into the classroom. She carried on talking to Barbara, instead of standing up with the rest, to say in a slightly singing way, “Good Morning Miss Weltwell.” Corpun file 7213a at www.corpun.com Dublin Evening Mail, 17 August 1937 Today's Letters To The Editor School Punishments And denying my motives . . . Ma’am. Yes, Ma’am, I confess that I did that, too. And I am truly sorry, for all of it.”