No, for her the problem has always been understanding my need to connect with other hard-wired spankos. I've explained that not everything about spanking is sexual and that wanting to meet, talk to and even play with others doesn't reflect one whit on my love for her. But again, it's the unanswerable Why? question. Why isn't she enough? Why would I need to spank someone else, if I didn't want to sleep with that person?

So Stacy decided to forge her parents’ signature on the note. She practiced in between writing her essay and by Sunday she could mimic both their handwriting styles and signed the paper. The next day she handed in her essay and the parental notification form, which were both accepted. Stacy had escaped free and clear! 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! Karen liked the strange feeling she felt (in a certain in a certain intimate area) at being exposed. I saw Lindsy at 2:00 and gave her a punishment spanking while Bobbie-Jo watched. Lindsy needed a reminder of what happens to naughty girls when they text and drive plus she didn’t get all her assignments done on time. I used my hand, leather straps, paddles, and hairbrushes.All Stacy could think was that at least her relatives would be gone by then. That wasn’t much cheering up, but it was something.

The sobbing didn’t as the heat sank in, and pain exploded, she just wailed and wailed.”Now up you get… and straight to bed young lady, AND stay there… Once you have stopped crying I don’t want to hear another peep out of you…do you hear? Or you will be going over my knee again… Okay it’s done!” My next naughty boy was Doug and this was his first session with me. He took a good spanking and I used my hand and hairbrush on him. I hear nervous breathing. I have the hook baited, I know it is dangling tantalisingly in her mind. People say I have a nice, soothing, calm voice. Why do you ask? Did you want to try? The paddle’s probably still on the table in the basement.” I said ‘yes please’ as enthusiastically as possible! Val laughed and said: “Come on, then!” Her mind is in turmoil. She knows what it means. She thinks of that poor girl, all those years ago. She should never have done it to her, she has felt guilty for years.

We'd never be perfect together unless I looked into her eyes and told this innocent woman I had a spanking fetish

Karen was on her tummy. She was sniffing now, not crying, and trying to understand the lovely feeling she has in her most intimate area, as she gently pushes up and down on the bed, her bright red bobbing up and down, which she can see, in the mirror, if she looks over. Which of course she does…

Within three days my parcel arrives by courier, and she takes it to her summer house, which has a very private room. All the words looked so official, having been typed by the school secretary. And signed by her teacher in ‘Quink’ blue, fountain pen ink. I’m going to Dallas Nov 12 – 19 for a personal visit plus do a few sessions with some of my regular Texas boys. Sarah finished a video we filmed at my house in Carmel “Scolded and Spanked” and it’s available for sale now in my DVD store. I’ve posted the first 2 clips and set of pix in my members area. Two women, partially stripped, their heads shaved and with swastikas painted on their faces, are marched barefoot down the streets of Paris, to shame and humiliate them for collaborating with the Germans during the Second World War. August 27, 1944.

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Karen got out and some involuntary action told her to stand to attention. Anything good right now, might stop the severity of what was to come. In the meantime, I’m grateful she’s been so game. Later at the dinner party, our naughty server Melanie dropped a dessert spoon into my lap, and it was too symbolic to ignore. So yes, I spanked her. And my darling wife raised Melanie's crisp little skirt for me.