A Spanking Nurse: True Story

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As she climbed the stairs thoughts of her own upbringing and the spankings she had received raced through her mind, what part of her naughty bottom had taught her the most? What words had her Mummy used to send the message home? What advice from her mentors, the W.I. and the Vicar helped her do what was needed? The memories spoke to her…”Spare the rod, spoil the child.”“It is for her own good.”“She will thank you one day.” We quietly delegated Cynthia to creep upstairs to find out, whilst our whispered speculation as to what was going on couldn't disguise the spanking taking place just a few feet above us, or the howls of protest from the victim. Sunday, some overexcited gril, that was spanked for pleasure by Kana earlier, was not satisfied, and Kana offered her Whole Day Spanking at her Place 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!”

knee. You mother suggested it might take a number of visits to my office before you learned to obey aMummy sat on the bed, and slid the slipper deftly under the pillow. Then turned a nervous, worried Karen to face her. “I told you quite plainly Karen, that if you were naughty at school, you would be punished at home.” As she did this she tugged the pyjama bottoms down, to land in a puddle at her daughters ankles. I’m now in my early late 60s and long retired, but before my marriage and raising my own family, I spent about eight years working as a nanny both in the UK and overseas, and I thought you might like to hear of some of my experiences. 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.”

Now she had a vehicle for her pride. She had always been proud of her daughter, a bright intelligent daughter. Not many from the village had got into Grammer School in recent years. She knew that a lot of her peers in the W.I. Would be saying that very night…”I hear Karen got into Grammer school, she deserves it, her Mummy will be so proud.” The Auntie you're staying with for the summer, and is determined to instill some discipline in you. She's not going to have you breaking curfew anymore. The spit in her mouth had gone, her knees went weak as she saw Mummy swell before her taking a deep breath. Her eyebrow lifted and vanished beneath her fringe. She sat down, and opened the envelope.Matron has taken on a young assistant, hardly older than us, whom she is attempting to brainwash about the evils of allowing unapproved finger-work. Having caught Diane in flagrante, as it were, she tasked the new helper with applying her first ever caning. Thus poor Diane became the test specimen for the girl's debut attempt at applying the rattan, which she had chosen to do with more vigour than precision, causing Diane to jump about in a way which Matron had found inappropriate. The scraping sound was Matron placing herself on a chair from which she proceeded to spank the wretched Diane with a singularly heavy hairbrush.