Nothing specific, dear, but your attitude has been slipping of late, and it is best to nip these things in the bud. Besides, it has been almost a month, and a little reminder now and then is always a good idea.” Then of course there’s also the difference between what seems appealing as a fantasy, especially in terms of being spanked and embarrassed, as opposed to what the actual experience feels like. That’s why the “Be careful what you wish for” trope is quite common in consensual spanking stories, especially F/M ones. Let me up. You can’t do this to me,” I protested. Doris then proceeded to demonstrate she could, in fact, do it to me, and she could do it with considerable effect, and do it for as long as she wished. Several times during this ordeal, I pleaded with my wife to call a halt, to save me from this punishment. Marrianne continued to work on her blanket, and through my tear-clouded vision I saw no outward indication she was even aware of my presence.

Very nice,” a strange female voice said. “I recommend, however, in future you have your husband lose the robe while standing in the corner. Much of punishment has to do with attitude and atmosphere. When a bad boy is waiting for his spanking in the nude, it is more difficult for him to imagine anything but punishment will occur. The humiliation of being stripped with his naughty, bare bottom ready and on display helps establish the proper mental attitude well before the actual spanking even begins.” Nelson’s diary, 22 March 1912, K. Haines, Brigadier Nelson Russell of Lisburn (Donaghadee, 2013), p.81. Well, it’s tradition, and it might be fun. And besides, I know I have been getting a bit on your nerves lately. You could take this as an opportunity to set me straight… to provide a little motherly direction and discipline.” Boys’ under sentence from the prefects did have the right of appeal to the headmaster. However, in the Log Book over seven years, no appeal to the headmaster was ever successful and the original punishment awarded by the prefects was always carried out.After allowing me a few minutes to regain some semblance of control, Doris said, “I like to make the first session with a naughty boy one he will remember for a while, so there is no doubt what he experienced was true punishment. Your actions earned you extra this time, but I want to assure you that every time I come here, you will be punished. If you are cooperative and accepting, honestly try to learn from each session, then the punishment need not be as severe. I strongly believe, however, in most cases, true penitence and correction of the faults of a naughty boy only comes after real punishment. Evelyn is Marrianne’s younger sister, and apparently she broadcast the news over her extensive network of friends to find a girl or woman who was into spanking male bottoms. By now, I expect half the town is aware of my secret proclivity. What I find intriguing is that Marriane never touches John’s bare behind herself (except presumably for erotic purposes), yet she has pretty much total control over how frequently and intensively it ends up being blistered by Doris. She can act calm and cool about any misbehavior on his part, yet have him reduced to blubbering tears with his naked buttcheeks blazing, in front of her, with a single phone call. Marrianne was scraping the remnants of a good breakfast off the plates and into our garbage container when she made that comment. The tomato, bacon and cheese omelet I made for us turned into a cold lump in my stomach.

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. Marrianne accompanied Doris to the door, and after a brief conversation, I heard her leave the house and drive away. When my wife returned to her sewing room, I turned from the corner and was gently trying to rub some distress from my battered bottom. Very good, young man,” she responded, seemingly oblivious to the incongruity of a woman almost 20 years my junior calling me young man. “Hopefully, you will not make the same mistakes when I come for your next session a week from today at this same time.” 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.” Spanking had been on my mind a lot, though, and on that fateful day a year ago in August, I got up the courage to suggest to Marrianne she might want to give me a good, sound birthday spanking that year.I think one of the dining room chairs should do,” Marrianne replied. “John, dear, go bring in one of our chairs for Doris.” The resignation of the prefects caused disquiet among the governors. In the spring of 1912, they established a special committee to ‘confer with the Headmaster as to the recent breaches of discipline on the part of the prefects that ha[d]…occurred in the last two years’. The chair of the committee questioned whether the English ‘prefect system [was] suited to this particular type of school in Ireland’. Recommendations were made about suspending the prefectural system for a year but no action appears to have been taken on the issue. 12 Side Notes I decided to never raise the topic again, but to keep it relegated to my fantasy life. Our married life together was mostly happy and rewarding, so there really was no need to change it, even though spanking remained a frequent, secret fantasy. My birthday came and passed without incident that year, just as so many had done each year of my life. Nelson’s diary, 23 March 1912, K. Haines, Brigadier Nelson Russell of Lisburn (Donaghadee, 2013), p.81. I couldn’t decide whether this was sounding worse and worse, or better and better. The idea Evelyn knew I was into being spanked—she and my wife discussed it over lunch—was terrifying (even though it did play into my kinkier fantasies). While the idea a young lady might take me over her knee and spank me was more attractive than I wanted to admit.