Hi and thanks for being willing to read this. It has began so hard for me to handle it lately, therefore I chose to confide anonymously in a forum... I find it safer... I guess I wouldn't be able to tell any therapist in real life... In her haste to get to the classroom, Elizabeth had nearly forgotten the layout of the academy. By the time she arrived at the threshold to the room, she was already a few minutes late. She took a moment to collect herself, put on her best smile, and did her best to walk confidently into the room. Relive The Top Five Anne Of Green Gables Moments During Our Marathon". Georgia Public Broadcasting. 5 December 2015 . Retrieved 2021-06-11. Obviously it's unusual to have a girl spanked in front of the class, it's highly unusual, but not a police matter, not at this time from the information we received," said Cudahy police Sgt. Randy Scheel.

That's the thing with me... I've never had any boyfriend. I've only had guys I met on the internet for sex. There are a lot of them. Up to 20 I'd say. The pain did not leave, it was still growing. Even in the dark of night she could feel the heat on her hand. And lying on her tummy, stroking her poor bottom, she fell asleep. My friend and I both. That leads me to my original question...why only me and my friend? Did she sense that she could get away with it? Were we the type of children that predators prey on? Were we insure and vulnerable? The teacher said the grandmother didn't tell her she was going to show up at school, but that's exactly what she did, while the class was working on a stained-glass project. The teacher claimed she didn't hear or see anything, because she was trying to keep the class focused on their project, but other witnesses said the grandmother went straight to the boy's desk, which was by the door.Grange Hill: Series 3 & 4 Review | The Digital Fix". www.thedigitalfix.com. 8 November 2007 . Retrieved 2021-09-30.

My guess is that there are quite a few men in my community that suffer all sorts of emotional problems. Problems with drugs and depression alcohol too. I dont imagine I was the first that came along in her sights. That would be naive thinking. I believe she had her way with boys long before I arrived and my guess is she did to others after me. S2, E2. Legend of A General. Jailed character is secured to a wall ready to be flogged with a cat o'nine tails.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.” The whipping continued and I hear no sound. Everything is slow motion and things get fuzzy and disappear. I am succumbed by white light and the pain disappears and its completely silent now. Like the time I drowned as a kid.

She took a left turn and pulled me into the teachers lounge and with all these children wondering about out in the hall they became quite curious. I remember the door closing as they gathered just outside the room straining to see. I imagine that the word of my impending punishment spread like wildfire, especially after I had a history of being taken over her knee. By this time the whole school likely knew I was being spanked in class and they perhaps figured that this is what was about to take place now. They wouldn't want to miss it. Rachel had developed a great deal since Elizabeth had seen her last. The messy mop of dirty blonde hair that she used to have was perfectly well-managed and styled now. She had grown several feet and would probably be taller than Elizabeth given a year or two more. Mere days away from her sixteenth birthday, Rachel held herself like an adult; a difficult task given the uniform she was required to wear. It was clear to Elizabeth from the way Rachel interacted with those around her that she was popular. This is the second time this week you’ve failed to memorize your Bible lesson,” Aunt Connie said. “Perhaps a whipping will help you concentrate.”

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Soon her bottom was a lovely red, spreading down to her upper thigh. Mummy remembered the sit spot and how it stung, so delivered ten right across the point where her voluptuous cheeks joined her thighs. How they bounced, sinking in, then springing up instantly, and how she wriggled trying to pull free of the pain. But Mummy held her firmly, a tight grip around her waist holding the hand that tried to protect her. This annoyed Mummy, she was in mid flow! Unbeknown to most of the class, during the lunch break the two boys in question had forced a younger pupil to swallow some marbles. Their victim had been taken to the local hospital as a precaution, but was not seriously harmed – presumably the doctors believed nature would take its course, and the boy would eventually just poo them out again. The girls were overall nicer, although pity was the main thing I seemed to get from them. Any kind of any other consideration was irremediably gone.

Most people, in my opinion, dont have the stomach to relentlessly beat a child as it screams and cries for mercy. How does one do that? How does a teacher think that what she is doing is going to benefit the child? How is humiliating them and beating them nude and public going to make them grow up to be well adjusted contributing members of society? Finally, the headmistress sat down at the end of a bench alongside a large art table. She grabbed one of the boys, pulled his shorts and pants down, then made him bend over the bench beside her. Almost a minute passed, but it felt longer. Karen looked at her beautiful Mummy, the rounded body looked so cosy and even at this moment strangely comforting, her Mummy bear almost. She saw her Mummy looking at her bush, her hips, she could almost read the thoughts in her head…”My my, my little girl is a girl no more.” No, the problem there isn't S&M, it's straight out bad parenting. If your kid is at the age where it's possible to talk rationally to them and set clear limits otherwise, and you still think that hitting your kid is the only way, YOU have a problem. It's got nothing to do with getting off on humiliation (which, btw, in the S&M world, revolves entirely around *consent*); it's got to do with just plain bad parenting. The guy probably literally didn't know what else to do, and that has nothing whatsoever to do with his sex life, whatever that might be. It's got to do with his failure as a parent, and our culture's failure to educate responsible parents. I seem to sexually suffer from something that has the apperance of compulsion. For example, whenever I hear about a young girl getting spanked bare bottom, my vagina clenches reflexively and I feel the need to masturbate.Wearing underwear (boys and girls mixed) was common up to the mid 80's at least. I know for 100% certain because I was a teacher at a primary school between 1984 - 1989. All children were required to wear PE top and shorts. If they forgot, they knew they would have to do PE in just their underwear. And ... They would have to walk outside, en-route to the hall or, if it was raining, walk through another class of children and down the school corridor. I have no faith in child services. Too busy shopping and getting their hair done instead of visiting troubled families.<