Mark," she said, drawing him towards her. "I promise to bend in strict obedience, no matter my mood. I've granted you complete authority to punish me and require myself to obey." I'm pleased to announce that I've just published a new story collection, Twelve of the Best: Volume 13! 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. While Lucille had been a large, full-figured woman, Vera was shorter and almost slight of frame. Never married, she always wore a pinched look, at least whenever she was in my presence. There was not a doubt in my mind she meant what she said, and I scurried off to Lucille’s study, where her wooden paddle hung behind the closet door. I had no problem finding it; I’d been sent to fetch it often enough by my late wife. And I realized I was shaking with dread and the slightest dawning of sexual arousal that often accompanied these situations, at least in the beginning moments before the reality of a spanking took over. He pressed the paddle against her lower butt. Fresh virgin skin rested under its sure commitment. She stayed still as the powerful impact lifted her tight cheeks, sending a wave of anguish through her behind. Despite its futility, she lifted her legs to ease her agonizing bottom.

She held herself still. The paddle crashed into her bare bottom, forcing a wave of throbbing pain as her stinging skin sizzled. Proud to take it bare, her sex swept pleasure towards her pain. The paddle blasted her butt, its broad expanse overlapping previous swats. Absorbing the heavy impacts she deserved, she gasped as pain surge through her bottom. Reformed: A nervous Stacy awaits her punishment with dread, knowing what to expect from the Headmaster's cruel cane. Her fear intensifies when she learns how many strokes she is to be awarded - three dozen. It is every bit as bad as she fears - yet she endures. Karen listened, and the message sank in. She knew her Mummy did not do idle talk as regards discipline. When I completed my writing assignment and signed my name, Vera reviewed it and nodded with satisfaction.

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is purely coincidental. Shameful or Painful (***, MF/f, Severe, non-consensual spanking, paddling, strapping) Temptation: Veronica faces twelve cruel strokes of the cane, which is going to be horribly painful. But the Headmaster offers her a deal, a wager, which may reduce the number of strokes. So now it all depends on how much Veronica is prepared to risk. Thank you, William,” Vera said shortly. “Leave me now and don’t disturb me while I sort things out in here. You may put the time to good use in straightening up the rest of the house,” she added. “I’m sure you never would have let it get to this condition while my sister was alive.” 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.” Clare smiled. "A silly professional mistake. He was kind and corrected my error. I cooked him dinner as thanks. My stir-fry is legendary, it seems."

At the Reynolds’ home, punishments were considered sacred. If you were due one, you got it, regardless of where you were or who was around. This meant that over the years Stacy had been spanked in front of aunts and uncles, cousins, friends, her pastor, and even complete strangers. She’d been subject to public spankings in parks, restaurants, gas stations, and malls. A few days after my search, which was frustratingly unsuccessful, I responded to our front doorbell; there was Vera. Karen liked the strange feeling she felt (in a certain in a certain intimate area) at being exposed.Without a word, she bent low over their bed. Placing her forearms on their white comforter, her weight of responsibility lifted from her shoulders. Her thin chiffon dress pulled tight over her bum, only a g-string beneath. Their discipline strap would hurt her. She hoped so. I thought the boys were just bigging themselves up, maybe trying to impress each other or me. One boy said he was only pretending it had stung. Interestingly, it was only the boys that had volunteered for these spankings. None of the girls had joined in, but they did watch – which might explain some of the over-reacting from the boys! A gentle tap, then what! Bloody hell, the hardest so far! “Four ma’am.” My fingers were starting to go numb from gripping the table so hard, and my bum was just plain on fire. Meanwhile, seated on the sofas and chairs were Stacy’s relatives. Her aunts and uncles watched with grim satisfaction, the males admiring the teen’s mature form, while her cousins giggled and gawked. They weren’t immune from physical punishment themselves, but it was still thrilling to see a big grownup girl like Stacy get her plump behind blistered. Stings pretty good doesn’t it honey?” Val asked. No shit, I thought. But I certainly wasn’t going to swear – not in my current position! “Yes ma’am,” I answered honestly.

She obeyed, her skin stretching taut, swamping her paddled bottom in a storm of fresh sting. Appalled by her prospective pain, she cherished his ruthless zeal. It's wonderful watching a happy young couple," Mrs. Davenport replied. "Thank you for your reassurance. After twenty years, our employees' futures matter."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. Taking both dice with shaking fingers, she clutched them in her clammy fist, her eyes imploring him to determine her fate. She trusted his decisions.