He gave me about 30-35 spankings, and without wanting to get any more scabrous, I'm actually convinced that he came during that punishment (he was breathing heavily). How can I trust you?" Miss Roberts demanded. Inclined to forgive her young former client, Carly's forthright, humble apology had touched her. I shook my head to be sure that's what I heard. He said, "that's right, get over my knee." I saw he had the paddle in hand, the same paddle I had bought to reinforce good behavior from the kids. He firmly pulled me over his knee and began.... Don’t worry," her father said. "You’ll be getting another spanking on Monday. You’ve committed too many crimes to just get off with one spanking." Here's another listing of spanky goodies, so do make your way to the LSF to read your favourite spanking stories... not just the recently loaded ones, as there are over 27,000 others too! I wonder how long it would take to read every single one of them ...

Before your spanking, I suggested you apologize to your wife for making this necessary. Would you like to do that now, or should I resume your spanking until you’re ready?” Miss Roberts' fingers invaded her waistband, humiliating her as her disciplinarian whisked her panties to her ankles. Her bare bottom on display, she felt her eighteen years slip away. I suddenly felt an urgent need to go to the bathroom which I did, then took a shower, taking special care to clean around my nether regions—that area I feared would be under very intense and personal inspection by a young woman whom I had yet to meet. I was anxious and somewhat aroused as the jets of hot water played over my body, but to be truthful, I was more anxious than aroused. Despite my years of imagining, I was never actually spanked. Of course, it would hurt. Spanking wouldn’t be punishment if it didn’t hurt, but would it hurt a lot? I’m not into pain. I’ve never deliberately hit my thumb with a hammer, for example, and on those occasions I did it by accident, I did not enjoy it in the least.Want to what? Wet the bed?? Eww - of course not! Who would want to wet the bed?" she asked. Her eyes widened a bit and her mouth dropped open as I blushed, realizing what I had just said. "Do y . . . " No, no, I haven’t forgotten. I thought the topic was just between the two of us. It never occurred to me you might tell someone else. It would be humiliating if any of our friends or business associates should find out you spanked me.” 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.” In a week’s time it’s Lucy’s tenth birthday. She’s going to have a fancy dress party for a dozen of her little friends. I can’t think of anything worse than a dozen or so ten year old girls running round squealing and screaming, so I'm planning to go out for the afternoon. If I time it right I should be able to avoid the whole awful affair.

It happened at the very end of the school day. I remember that our class had been being wild since the morning for some reason, and we could tell that the teacher was really getting tired of it. I think one of the dining room chairs should do,” Marrianne replied. “John, dear, go bring in one of our chairs for Doris.”

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Marrianne referred to this Doris as a “young lady”. I wondered just how young she might be. Is she pretty? What will she be wearing? I hoped she is not into corsets and knee-high boots. Some men are into that sort of thing, but in my fantasies, I’ve always preferred the stern aunt, mother, or loving wife to the professional dominatrix. Does he have his diapers on yet?" Mom asked. Pam shook her head. "Well that's good," she said. "I know I didn't say it, but I don't want you changing him, at least not yet. And he is not to be changing himself either," she said, looking me in the eye. "Understood?" Neither of us knew which of us she was speaking to, so we both nodded. Fortunately for me school ended not so long after. The next year I was going to enter Middle School. There were two of them. One had to be thirty to at most forty minutes away from home whereas the other one was a bit more than one hour away. I chose to go to the second one, since most of my classmates said that they were going to the first one. Naturally it astonished my parents. They tried to convince me to change my mind. I didn't. I told them I was afraid to get distracted from work having all my friends around me. They were still surprised but quietly proud of the apparent wisdom I showed them. Tonight, I will once again suffer through the pain an experienced, dedicated disciplinarian can deliver to the defenseless male bottom. I will spend the day in fear and despair at this inevitable event, and for the umpteenth time mightily curse the day I suggested to my loving Marrianne she provide me with a little direction and discipline. We never mentioned the beatings she was subjected to but did recall some of the good times we had. I never forget those years I spent at my uncle and aunt’s house – or the terrible way they treated their kids.

Carly shuffled to the cream plastered wall, her jeans around her ankles. Her nose touched cool plaster as her burning bum faded, overwhelmed by her raging legs. By the time Stacy was in her teens, she was always well-behaved in public. Even at home, when friends or visitors were around, she was an absolute angel. This didn’t mean she was really that good -- just that she’d figured out not to get in trouble when others were there to see her punished. After more than ten minutes—an eternity under that burning paddle—the spanking tapered off to just a few well-placed shots, then nothing. I felt Doris put down the paddle and lightly stroke my flaming, bruised bottom. Even her lightest, feminine touch inflamed the nerve endings of my over-sensitive, severely punished mounds.

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Now,” said Sheila, “step out of those trousers and boxers – you won’t be needing those for the rest of the day.” This evening," she said. "Looks like YOU gave her the idea yourself. Nice goin! Not that *I* have anything to worry about."

I see you are wearing your slippers, even though I told you to just wear your robe. Why don’t you take them off and put them in that corner out of the way,” she said, putting down her work and pointing the way. “One thing I have asked Doris to work on with you is your inability to follow directions. While you are at it, put your nose in the corner as well. I’ve read that is a good place for a naughty boy, or naughty man in this case, to wait for his spanking.” So at this moment everyone was talking and laughing loudly while the teacher was trying to calm us down. Thinking that my comment was going to be unheard in such noise I said : "Mr.X (our teacher's name) is a d**c**b** !"... Except that somehow the whole class suddenly went silent right before I talked. It's funny (may I dare say it this way) how I felt and still feel to this day that the class premeditated the spanking in some way or another... Why did they choose to go completely quiet right at this moment ? And why didn't I decide to say some BS just a few seconds before everyone went silent or to just shut it up ?Anya admired the gutsy girl. She understood her. "Be brave. Take your thrashing with grace. I hope it hurts like hell." The party seemed to drag on interminably. I didn’t want to drink any more lemonade, but Sheila made me have two more glasses. Before long the inevitable happened. Taking her armchair, Miss Roberts waited. She wouldn't help Carly. She'd welcomed her and offered her a seat.