Let’s see, is it twenty-two or fifty-seven? I forget,” Samantha said, and gave my left cheek a pinch. Then from out of nowhere (I didn’t see a handbag) she produced a tube of balsam soothing cream, and began to rub some into my cheeks which by now were very hot and pink.

My first from Kate – Maman: spanking memories: mothers

After a while, Kate called to the three of us: “OK, kids, time to head home let’s go!” Denise and I ran over to her promptly, but Kristie was having too much fun on the monkey bars and was not ready to leave. Her Mom told her a second time that it was time to go. Kristie replied in a sassy tone: “No, Mommy! I’m staying here!”A few days later, when my visit was almost over, Kate and my Dad sat all three of us kids down and made an announcement – they were getting married.

The Squealer – Jonathan Quincy Graves Spanking Fiction

There was always a smile or ‘the look’ – of course, we now knew that I was not too big or too old to be put across her knee – she’d proved that point in no uncertain terms! Mrs Walter did not like the girls to resist or even scream and for such behaviour she would add strokes or even repeat the punishment. Mrs.Weltwaay put the detention slips into envelopes at the end of the school day. Then with a stern face told them to go home. I was relieved that Charlotte had kept her leggings on, scant protection though they were, but as if she read my mind, Peggy added: “Pants down birthday spankings for the boys always, but not the girls. That wouldn’t be proper.”

Going Deep For You!

My Dad began dating a woman named Kate, and by the time of my summer visit in 1984 she and her kids were living with him. Kate was an attractive woman in her early 30s and had two daughters from a previous marriage – Denise, who was eight at the time, and six-year-old Kristie.