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After more than ten minutes—an eternity under that burning paddle—the spanking tapered off to just a few well-placed shots, then nothing. I felt Doris put down the paddle and lightly stroke my flaming, bruised bottom. Even her lightest, feminine touch inflamed the nerve endings of my over-sensitive, severely punished mounds. I told you that I don’t like being blamed for someone else’s mistake! You always say things are my fault. Maybe there were only five in the first place; what about that? You think you are so perfect?” You didn’t get grounded because of the bank receipts. You got grounded for being disrespectful and oppositional. And now, Steve, you have been brooding all day today. You have hardly spoken to me. I think it is called the “silent treatment.” Isn’t that so? I’ll do that, John, but I know how you are. Asking and suggesting won’t be enough in the long run to make real changes in your attitudes. (I have to admit she was probably right about that.) That’s why I’ve done a little research and found a young lady who will provide you with the discipline you need.”

I heard the distinctive sound of high heels approaching on the wood floor of our hallway. Since Marrianne only wears heels when we go out, it could only be Doris. I could tell when they entered, however, both women came into the room behind me. OK, since you are admitting trying to hurt my feelings with the silent treatment, don’t you think there is a better, more appropriate answer to that question?I recognised you as soon as I saw you," she explained "So let's settle this long overdue account now, then we can settle the other more recent one for your gardening." Why, as far as she knew, she'd also been the first person in Nottingham to get the magnetic soap dish. The magnet soaps were a little dearer than normal soaps but, with the smart little pansy transfers, they made the most ideal guest soaps. Not that Mrs Pike ever had any guests - she wasn't really a people person, never had been, she preferred the TV. Is that so?" my mother said. "Well mister, you've got another thing coming. I WAS going to let you have the side down while you slept in there, but since you are acting like an ungrateful spoiled BABY, a crib is where you belong...with the side UP!"

I see you are wearing your slippers, even though I told you to just wear your robe. Why don’t you take them off and put them in that corner out of the way,” she said, putting down her work and pointing the way. “One thing I have asked Doris to work on with you is your inability to follow directions. While you are at it, put your nose in the corner as well. I’ve read that is a good place for a naughty boy, or naughty man in this case, to wait for his spanking.”

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Thomas looked over towards the window, trying, but failing, to appear casually interested, face still glowing red. You always are looking to blame me, aren’t you? If the teller made a mistake, it wasn’t my fault. Every little thing that goes wrong in this world is not my fault.”

Geoffrey rang her - sullen-sounding, as though Marie had pushed him into it: "What's all this untoward business, Mother?" In the morning, I awoke to find the diaper had become cold and clammy. Now I just wanted out of it. My mother put the crib side down and I jumped out. With my wrist in her right hand, Doris leaned over to open her bag and extracted a hard wood paddle with two rows of holes down the sides. She brought it up past my face to be certain I saw what was coming next. Always on the bare, Thomas. Always on the bare," she said patiently, "There's no other way. Now take them down at once or I will double the number of strokes."

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Looking it the add now it’s easy to read between the lines, young mummy’s boy with no girlfriend wanted to live with older experienced woman; I can’t believe I was so naive. I suddenly felt an urgent need to go to the bathroom which I did, then took a shower, taking special care to clean around my nether regions—that area I feared would be under very intense and personal inspection by a young woman whom I had yet to meet. I was anxious and somewhat aroused as the jets of hot water played over my body, but to be truthful, I was more anxious than aroused. Despite my years of imagining, I was never actually spanked. Of course, it would hurt. Spanking wouldn’t be punishment if it didn’t hurt, but would it hurt a lot? I’m not into pain. I’ve never deliberately hit my thumb with a hammer, for example, and on those occasions I did it by accident, I did not enjoy it in the least. When we entered the room, there was a large double bed for my parents, and a......I couldn't believe it! A white CRIB, covered with pink bunnies and of course, pink nursery printed sheets.

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Turning to me, and looking me straight in the eyes, Doris continued, “My name is Doris, but you may call me ma’am, as in ‘yes ma’am’ or ‘no ma’am’, as the situation dictates. Your wife has asked me to help her provide discipline in your life, which, by all reports from her and your sister-in-law, is sorely needed.” Stroke two confirmed it had been no mistake - it was even harder. Thomas shrieked in agony and began to struggle. I got to my feet and practically jumped to the corner. The temptation to rub my bruised flesh was almost irresistible, but I managed to keep my hands clenched tightly at my sides. My wife began spanking me two years ago. She had asked me twice to wash the dishes. I kept repeating: “In a minute dear,” but kept loafing in bed reading sports magazines. Finally, my wife silently entered the bedroom in her soft flowery nightgown and got into bed. As we both nodded off, we began to cuddle. She is so beautiful. I love her hips and her bottom and her auburn eyes. I was almost asleep when I thought she murmured, “There will be a new regime tomorrow morning. We’re going to discuss your not helping enough and then I’m going to discipline you. This woke me up. I wondered if she’d put me over her lovely, maternal lap and spank me. If she did I would be easily overpowered because I’m smaller than her. “But…” I turned to her, but she was fast asleep.