RED HOT SPANKING - 8 Stories of Smacked Bottoms, Lewd Satisfaction, and Strict Men! Sassy Women Receive Some Lusty Disciplining... Mature Adult Short Stories

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Boy, was I wrong! The demise of her spanking brush seemed to anger Mother even further, and reaching down, she removed the hard-soled sandal from her right foot. Then she proceeded to thrash me into the next week. My brain whirred – first punishment? It had always been just ‘punishment’! I stumbled out an apology, hoping it was convincing enough. After that, the usual instruction came: “Turn around and touch your toes.”

Smacked bottom games – Maman: spanking memories: mothers Smacked bottom games – Maman: spanking memories: mothers

I made as if to speak, but Dad took the words out of my mouth. “It’s no good you telling me you won’t do it again. The fact is, young man, you have done it already despite many other warnings.” We were well loved and they gave us everything that they could afford, but at the same time they showed us who was in charge.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. Once again, I got the command: “Get them down!” Refusal having got me nowhere, I tied to cry, beg and apologise my way out of the situation, asking for another chance and promising never to hit Katie again. In my cousin's school, kids always did PE in just their underwear (boys and girls together). In my friend's school, everyone wore shorts and t-shirt and kids would sit at the side of the room and watch, if they forgot their kit.

A taste of the slipper – Maman: spanking memories: mothers A taste of the slipper – Maman: spanking memories: mothers

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.” Karen took the note, her hand shaking slightly. She could feel the cheeks on her face flush. “No Mummy I do not have any homework tonight.” It varied a little year to year, but on average we had about 300 pupils at any one time, ranging from four-year-olds in reception to the oldest being 11, when they went on to secondary. So, if you had stayed with him you'd probably have had decades of being beaten 'for fun' or 'excitement'. Whatever his problem areas are, I doubt very much if you could have helped him. Eyes wide, David took a step towards her, hoping she’d burst out laughing at any minute and tell him it was fine. She did not.Mother looked grim. “Well, it was certainly one of you, wasn’t it? I’m going to count to three and if the person who did this is not stood in front of me with their hand up, you’re all in for it!’” The count to three seemed to go on for ages – we all looked worried and nervous as to what would happen next. The phrases "don't speak until you are spoken to", "waste not, want not", "no dumb insolence", "respect your elders and betters" were drummed into us, and I can't say that it did us much harm! Protected: A Naughty Little Witch…A Private Little Story for Club Members Only ~ featuring Suzette. Hearing such words spoken, with such intimate detail and in front of my sister, was mortifying. However, I had little choice but to bow my head and obediently, quietly answer ‘yes’. I made myself scarce. Murmurs and a few stifled giggles ran around the room. Every girl knew what that meant. So too did the teachers.