Do you have control of your faculties now, John?” Victoria asked. “Do I need to apply this attention getter any more to get you to listen to me?” she added, brandishing the bathbrush. I don’t care how I smell. I don’t care how I look. Your daughter destroyed my life. So go away. How did you even get in here in the first place? No, don’t answer, just go.” I still was not looking at the old witch, and my head was still pounding, but the whirlies subsided and I no longer felt like I was going to vomit at any moment, which was a major improvement. Now if the old battleax would just leave, closing the door quietly behind her, I might make it to the sink for a glass of water to wash this taste out of my mouth. When my wife and I began dating, attitudes toward spanking were very different than they are these days. Everybody knew even old enough to marry young ladies sometimes got spanked by their parents. Because it wasn't any big secret, mothers were known to drop less that subtle hints in the presence of others about a daughter either needing to be or having been recently spanked.

A High Stress Christmas – Jonathan Quincy Graves Spanking Fiction

The blinds were all open, as it was only 6.00pm and still light outside. I walked around the room and closed all the blinds. Damn the consequences, as if by this single act of defiance I was proving to myself I was not just a pawn. I bit down on the scathing response I wanted to make, took a breath and said, “No, three weeks. But listen. We’re all adults here. Three weeks without a little relief is a very long time for a man in his prime. How about I only wear this cage when I’m actually here, living in this house with your daughter? There really is no need for me to wear it while I’m out on the job. I’m an honorable man, and certainly no danger to your daughter when I’m not even here.” Yes Ma'am'. Could the humiliation get any worse? It was probably just as well that I was totally naive as to how much worse matters were going to get for me.Notice: Copies of your message may remain on this and other systems on internet. Please be respectful. Very well, John, now you may take your seat at the table,” Victoria said as she reached into her purse, pulled out a sheaf of papers and slid them my way. Step up, John. Lift your foot, get into the tub. That’s it, now the other foot. Okay, Sharon, hold him up while I turn on the water.” Secondly, when we call you over to stand in front of us you will put your hands on your head and open your legs wide.'

Punished by the Strict Mother-in-Law (Discipline Manor Book 2)

My mother said ok and took my arm, led me to her bedroom and took her dressing chair out. Then she took her wooden hairbrush, sat down and told me to stand on her right side. With the greatest reluctance I shuffled closer, then closer again, fearing I might not be close enough for their satisfaction. As I was half way up the stairs Jane added, 'And Kym, I want you only wearing the dressing gown, nothing else.' Clearly words are not going to have the necessary impact. You will be punished like a child until we feel you have matured into the young lady we desire.' The first rule is you must keep your pubic hair shaved. This is obviously of great embarrassment to you, and not surprisingly. It also makes you look like the naughty little girl you are.'Kym, you need to understand we will punish you when we see fit to do so. There will not always be a reason. But we want you to be the best daughter in law possible. And a great wife for Michael. To reach this goal you must learn to obey. You must learn to trust that we have your best interests at heart.' Sharon was sitting there across from her mother, looking at me with a smirk on her face. I wanted to slap her. Hell, I wanted to slap the both of them. Then the strangest thing happened, I pictured myself in a compact, greasy kitchen flipping burgers. (“Will you have fries with that?”) So, I stood there thinking once again about my life insurance policy.