Domestic Discipline (DD), Female Led Relationship (FLR), Femdom, Spanking F/M, Stepmother, Stepsister I asked my mother to start spanking me when I was 14 years old. I had fantasised and dreamt of being spanked over her knees like a naughty little boy for a long time. Her mummy, was at the very least, delighted! “Ohhh you clever girl Karen, you have made your Mummy so very proud. This Saturday, we are off to town you and I, we will go to Rushet’s Cafe on the High Street, and I’ll take you to your favourite bakers and get you a lovely cream cake to have after Sunday tea! Then my dear, we will go looking at uniforms and satchels. You are going to look lovely, you deserve the best….well done!” My mother had never given me more than a scolding and was unaware of how I felt. But non the less I aproached her and told her how I felt, and blushingly asked her to give me a bare bottom spanking over her knees. Few houses in the UK have a basement, so it was such a novelty for me. I loved the fact that their basement was used for a games room and storage and laundry. There was a spare TV and a sofa for anyone who wanted to watch an alternative programme.

The closest that I ever "volunteered" for a spanking was at the end of elementary school that was more of a dare and weird fun.As far as spanking fetishes go...I have one, but I might have had this inclination even if my parents had never spanked me. There was a time in my life when I believed my parents sexually abused me by spanking me-and I didn't have a great relationship with them during those years-but I realize now that they had no way of knowing how I felt and if they had they certainly would have disciplined me differently.

Mildred went to Ivy’s, where she met Betty and Mary. Like the fire in the plump bottom of our naughty girl, news of the good irls downfall began to spread. Our youngest was injured (both wrists and an ankle) from a bad fall. I mentioned before that he has special needs and as part of that, he also makes a terrible “patient.” Emotionally he doesn’t do well when he is hurt, and his needs (and demands) which are already high, go off the scale. All to say that my days have been exhausting, and I look to Mike to provide respite in the evenings, which means he too is exhausted. There are the physical demands of lifting my son, but the emotional demands are equally draining . . . no, they are actually more draining. Note: if you aren’t familiar with my vocabulary, see my Contract regarding “Reward,” Commitments, Transgressions, etc.

It was definitely better getting spanked by my stepmom. My dad traveled a lot so not only would I still get spanked, I might have to wait and think about it for a few days. 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.

I assume he won’t hit me hard (although he does want to use a slipper too) and of course I can stop if I want to.It turned out that while we’d been away from the house, the children from the visiting family had discovered a spanking paddle in the basement. Apparently they had been given permission to look through some old boxes for some reason and had found the paddle.