Protected: A Naughty Little Witch…A Private Little Story for Club Members Only ~ featuring Suzette. Unbeknown to most of the class, during the lunch break the two boys in question had forced a younger pupil to swallow some marbles. Their victim had been taken to the local hospital as a precaution, but was not seriously harmed – presumably the doctors believed nature would take its course, and the boy would eventually just poo them out again. 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…

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Oh yeah,’ said Michael. He appeared to think about it for a moment, with just the suggestion of a sordid smile, which David tried not to notice. To sum it up: today’s children, both in Scotland and Italy – I presume, are treated with much more respect and consideration for their needs, some would say with too much attention being given to their whims and tantrums. A lot of children are being spoiled by their parents, and by powerless teachers. At the same time, they are completely deprived of the freedom to play out in the streets, or in the country, that we enjoyed in our 50’s childhood. Mother looked grim. “Well, it was certainly one of you, wasn’t it? I’m going to count to three and if the person who did this is not stood in front of me with their hand up, you’re all in for it!’” The count to three seemed to go on for ages – we all looked worried and nervous as to what would happen next. I have a very short dress I want to wear at a party, but its too short to wear bare legged. Has anyone got any ideas,? I saw red. Before I had time to even think about what I was doing, I had sat down on the kitchen chair, lowered my son’s pyjama trousers and flipped him over my lap. Obviously, up until this point Simon had no experience of this type of formal punishment but he still could sense the trouble he was in and was already wriggling around, trying to get up from the confusing and frightening position in which he found himself. I simply wrapped my left hand around his slim waist, raised my right hand and brought it down hard on his little bottom.Before I knew it, Mother had grabbed Katie and pushed her across the big pine wooden dining table. It had been some time since I had seen Katie being punished so I looked on with some interest.

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A formidable no nonsense women. Her standing in the community was the fuel that drove her on. At Christmas she probably had to do without, to provide a lovely Christmas for her daughter. She was the woman you went to to get something done, Tombolas, Raffles, Carol Concerts to name a few. In short, she was a very much loved and respected member of the village community. I protested in no uncertain terms and refused to bend over and take my punishment. Eventually, Mother said: “Fine. But I’m going to count to three, and if you’re not over that settee, when you’re father gets home I will tell him to take you out to the shed, strip you naked and thrash you within an inch of your life.” As I say, I was a good boy for a long time, but such is the nature of small boys that they can’t be good for too long. I forget exactly what I had done naughty, but one afternoon, soon after I got home from school, Mum exploded on me and said: “Right – I’m ringing Auntie Deirdre!” I begged her not to but she was having none of it. She scooted her wheelchair over to the telephone and made the call. It was a relatively short one. 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! As I have told you before, there is an easy way to learn, and there is a hard way. Clearly, you have chosen the latter…” This was all standard ‘Dad material’ – and I knew full well what was coming next…

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The spit in her mouth had gone, her knees went weak as she saw Mummy swell before her taking a deep breath. Her eyebrow lifted and vanished beneath her fringe. She sat down, and opened the envelope. I ran a shallow bath, warm enough to get straight in and wash, get out, dried myself and went to my room, where I pulled out my pyjamas and slipped them on. I remember feeling the coolness of the material against my skin – especially my bottom, which I knew all too well would soon be somewhat warmer. I still had five minutes or so to spare and waited on my bed, vainly trying to delay my appointment with doom.Mother was naturally furious that such an expensive toy had been broken and she called my brother and eldest sister down to join us to try to establish who had damaged it. I would have been 10, my brother John 12 and sister Katie eight. My other sister was too very young at the time, so was not on mother’s list of suspects. He scurried over and set about draping his long form over her lap (and the entire length of the couch). He felt ridiculous. Someone must be filming this. Georgia, probably. My dad has really bad knees and can barely make it up the stairs. I'm thinking of buying a stair lift. Does anyone know how much a stair lift costs and where to buy one? Karen listened, and the message sank in. She knew her Mummy did not do idle talk as regards discipline. I could feel the blood rushing to my head and sheer panic beginning to set in. I knew that I would be in serious trouble if I owned up to the accident. After pondering my dilemma for a while, I eventually decided to show my mother the toy but sat that I had found it on the upstairs landing, already broken.