Yes. Yes, I do,” I blurted after only a short pause, sensing a slight twitch in the paddle resting on my hypersensitive behind. Jane let the sufferer’s petticoats fall and Dinah released her wrists. Then Rosa stoodon her feet, twisting her lips and wailing with pain while she wiped the fast-flowing tears from her eyes with her apron.

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Slight of stature Vera may be, but she is what would be called “wiry” in a man—strong and athletic in a compact frame. I managed to stifle further outcry for the next dozen spanks, but Vera was applying the paddle with at least as much authority as Lucille ever did. Eventually I could no longer keep my distress under control, and I began to beg and plead for her to stop. When this had no effect, I cried out and promised to mend my ways. The paddling proceeded unabated. I ultimately surrendered completely and lay sobbing in submission as Vera continued to apply spank after burning spank to my naked and defenseless bottom.

Lucille left it to me, along with a complete, and I do mean complete, description of the relationship she had with you for the past few years. In addition to her business, she requested I take over other matters in her absence. The original of this document, in your handwriting, was left to me to use as I saw fit to ensure you did not revert to your old, bad habits. After seeing how you’ve dishonored my sister’s memory by letting her home turn into a pigsty, I’m sorely tempted to just send copies of it to your boss and everyone else you know and be done with it… and with you.” I said. “How could you bring yourself to whip the girl so severely. She is a pretty creature and I know you often have had her.” How his brawny bare haunches, all bloody, and wealed, with red furrows like ruts, Shrink quivering with pain at each stroke, that revives all the smart of past cuts! How the Schoolmaster seems to hit harder, the birch to sting more at each blow! Till at last Charlie Collingwood, writhing with agony, bellows out, “Oh!”’ England: ‘the classic land of sexual flagellation’

We’ll see,” Vera said. “Perhaps if you are very, very obedient from now on, I’ll save you that disgrace. Still,” she added, “you can’t be let off scot-free. Fetch me Lucille’s paddle,” she demanded, sternly. “It’s time I got to work.” If by any chance you are offended, for instance, by the ‘N’ word in the sample below. Please accept our humble apologies, we respect all races, creeds and religions. As well as gay people etc …..but this is historical text, please just accept it the language used by a writer long dead, from another age. All the Spankos I’ve interviewed since joining the scene tell similar stories. The first professional spanker I went to said he told his mother when he was around ten that he was going to spank his wife when he got married. Most, both spankers and spankees, had these feelings from an early age. Some were spanked as children, and some had never been spanked. What we all have in common is the deep desire and near craving for it.

I recently wrote a short blog entry about a maid being whipped with a martinet whilst adopting the balletic ‘arabesque’ position. This post concerns another relatively unusual position, known as ‘horsing’. It is one which does not seem to be particularly frequently employed to hold a spankee in a suitable position for a good thrashing, but nevertheless holds a degree of erotic appeal.

About My Bottom Smarts

I could feel Vera’s eyes on my exposed, blistered bottom as I stood teary eyed at the sink, washing a week’s worth of dirty dishes, and the image was making me rise again. It was very clear my depression, loneliness, and self-pity would no longer be allowed.