Almost a minute passed, but it felt longer. Karen looked at her beautiful Mummy, the rounded body looked so cosy and even at this moment strangely comforting, her Mummy bear almost. She saw her Mummy looking at her bush, her hips, she could almost read the thoughts in her head…”My my, my little girl is a girl no more.” How do you want me, Aunta?” she asked, staring at her knees. I just looked at her. She explained very lucidly that she felt that if her behaviour had pushed me to want to whip her the way my mother had – and she had heard enough stories to know what that meant – then I ought to do it.

Karen listened, and the message sank in. She knew her Mummy did not do idle talk as regards discipline. Karen took out the envelope containing the slip….the slip…the white crispy slip, the DETENTION SLIP, and walked gingerly by the stairs and into the kitchen. “Hello Mum. I got this today.”I was unsure of what to do. Something didn't feel at all right. I obeyed. I stripped down to my underpants. Soon my t-shirt and elastic wasteland shorts were on the floor next to me. I sat down again. I did as I was told, as if this was a bad dream. I was actually very rarely spanked, and then only really got my clothed butt dusted a bit with Dad’s hand. It hurt a bit, but was more humiliating than painful. I had a feeling this was going to be much worse – and I was right, as it turned out. Suddenly, I was glad I had stopped. Although she had been audibly crying, I was not expecting her face, which was almost as red as her behind, covered in mucus which ran from her nose, and swollen with the strain. Her bottom lip was trembling and she was breathing in that stuttered, shallow way which comes from crying. I saw in that face all I had felt myself as a girl after putting my naked bottom at the mercy of my mother.

This was a further bombshell – I’d never been told to take my trousers down for any punishment before. I just stood there transfixed, my heart in my mouth. I was definitely having a huge adrenalised reaction, and I froze like an animal caught in headlights.Come to think of it, the domme looks more like Jennifer Tilly in "Dancing at the Blue Iguana" (she plays a nutjob BDSM stripper/dominatrix). A film everyone should see at least once.

A formidable no nonsense women. Her standing in the community was the fuel that drove her on. At Christmas she probably had to do without, to provide a lovely Christmas for her daughter. She was the woman you went to to get something done, Tombolas, Raffles, Carol Concerts to name a few. In short, she was a very much loved and respected member of the village community. Finally, she turned to me, all smiles and said: “Well, Asher, I think we have an understanding now, don’t you? And now you’ve met my little helpers!”

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I could tell she was scared. Who wouldn’t be scared, standing naked and vulnerable in what is a very embarrassing position, about to have her first ever spanking and knowing it was going to be a hard one? I was scared, too, and it was some time before I found the presence to get up, to approach her. Seeing a girl’s pants was unheard of in everyday life, so for it to be sanctioned, legally, was almost akin to waiting for execution where you were not only punished, but legally invaded and destroyed, like in an act of war. It was both somehow thrilling and terrifying. The adults who mostly protected you could also punish you. This kindled in me my first great ‘love’ in the murky world of shadows – the desire to see a pretty girl spanked.

This all changed when I was 13. Aunt Pam was a Christian fundamentalist, and in my teens I’d sometimes stay weekends or for a time in school holidays at her lovely house in Amersham, and she became a kind of tutor to me too. You can't do that!" I was never spanked before. I didn't want to find out what it felt like at all. But, I was sure she was bluffing.

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This is a story version of one of the true real life spankings as told to me by a delightful lady who went to a Girls Grammer School and was kept in line at home by a slipper wielding mother, who used it on her daughters bare bottom… Often! Penny got a little cross said “will you be quiet or we’ll be caught and then we’ll see who gets it. I’ve a good mind to wallop you now, am in the mood, Lord knows. If I know Mrs F, tables are about to be turned, which we should watch – so your bottom bare can wait for a spectacle that’s rare – our Vicar is clearly a spanking giver, not receiver and he’s about to get it from Mrs F good and proper, if my name’s not Penny!” From the very first visit to the Girl’s Grammer School, it was made clear that corporal punishment was used. After a tour of the school looking at laboratories, home economic rooms and such like, the new girls were sat, with their Mums. At the end of the ‘Inroductory Speech’ by the Headmistress. It was made perfectly clear that corporal punishment was used to keep any naughty girl in line, and that parents had to sign a consent form to say that they agreed with the school’s Disciplinary Code of Conduct. This caused a mumbling stir in the Assembly Hall and the loins of many girls, as Mummy’s turned to whisper to their child.