The Call of the Spanked Bottom: Six stories of M/F bare bottom discipline (Stories Of Spanked Women)

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Without saying another word, Kate walked over, grabbed Kristie off the jungle gym, and carried her to the picnic table. I had been wanting this spanking for weeks, but now that it might actually happen – and even take place in a public park – I was feeling a twinge in my stomach. I’ve never felt that Vera welcomed me into their family, or approved of me as a suitable husband for Lucille, despite our nearly 30 years of successful marriage. Pinned in position, the distant, dark night behind her, he cupped her burning bottom as she wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him into her, hungry to feel his force deep inside her. Safe in the knowledge that our country was safe in the hands of good schools, good parents, and keen scholars.

my birthday – Maman: spanking memories: mothers Bared for my birthday – Maman: spanking memories: mothers

Sixteen long howling times as the rubber thwacked her bottom, cheek to cheek, then three on a cheek, then the sit spot. Shona and I remained friends and she never told any of the other kids about my punishment – or what was worn under my kilt on Sundays.Her pubic hair had grown, it was now a delightful mixture of light fair hair with a hint of ginger, like her hair. I didn’t do anything particularly naughty – it was generally attitude problems and fighting with my Katie.

Seeing and getting, part I – Maman: spanking memories

Once again, the room was full of the combined noises of a little bottom being spanked and a little girl crying hard.I was not pleased by this interruption, nor Vera’s imperious attitude, but I suppose since Lucille left Vera her business, it was only reasonable she would have to spend time with the documents and records in Lucille’s study, at least until she was able to transfer the whole lot to her own apartment. And take off those pants,” Vera commanded with disgust, indicating the trousers still clinging to my ankles. While she was putting the diaper on, I had a brief glimpse of my friend’s own very red bottom as she changed into her pyjamas. But after 30 years of putting women over my knee, I’ve come to realise that for many it proves cathartic. She had only to make the decision, and I agreed to submit to paddle, strap, switch, whatever implement she elected to apply.