Then, before either of them could act a familiar voice called out from the door behind them, "€œWhat is the meaning of this?! Elizabeth, just what are you doing dressed like that and what are you trying to do to Rachel?"€

Before the game began though I needed supplies. I don’t remember if we had any rope, so I used some scotch tape I had found in my dad's study. No it wasn’t the greatest, but it had to do. Note: if you’ve read my previous story about my aunt, this was before I started using shoe laces.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. Please Sara let me go home, it was only a game, I’m sorry it got a little out of hand please let me go.” Zoe begged once her mouth was free. The embarrassment Elizabeth felt being spanked in front of a room of teenagers was nothing like she had ever felt before. Almost immediately, her eyes began to grow wet and her lips trembled. Did I give you permission to speak?” Sara snapped grabbing hold of Zoe’s face around her mouth and digging her sharp nails into her cheeks. Young boys of school age, especially those nearing their teen years, are naturally going to be quite embarrassed when being bathed by a girl or young woman who is babysitting them. But so be it! In fact, the more shame the boy feels, the easier the girl's job will be.

My driver"€™s license is in there! If I"€™m really a sophomore in high school I wouldn"€™t have that right?"€ I saw Marrianne’s lips compress, the way they do when she is irritated. Then she said, “There is no reason to put it off any longer, John. You said yourself you needed this form of discipline, and I agree with you. I’ve committed considerable time and effort in arranging this with Doris, and I’m confident she can do the job. Now why don’t you go take a shower, put on just your robe, then come to my sewing room. I want to complete the baby blanket I’ve been crocheting in time for Barbara’s baby shower.The spanking I received that night was like nothing I imagined. Oh sure, it was initially arousing to find myself held helpless over the jeans-clad thigh of a younger woman, but when Doris went to work with her paddle, all arousal was forgotten. It’s been a while since I’ve had chance to play with my toy box, I always knew they’d come in useful again one day, but first I need to get out of the dress and into something more comfortable, and I don’t want you having dirty thoughts as you watch me change.”

Up and down the crop goes where it stops no one knows.” She laughed as she again run the crop up and down all of Zoe’s body, again she suddenly stopped and another stinging blow landed this time on Zoe’s panty covered bottom, again Zoe screamed into her gag loudly. Once more the torment started as she began to run the tip of the crop over Zoe’s body. I had to assist in the principal’s office again and discipline another half dozen naughty students.Debbie took my gag off and asked me if I wanted a break. I had been tied up for well over an hour, lots of it hogtied, so I was glad of the rest, and chance to go to the toilet. I also changed from my football kit. We then had tea and settled to watch more 1980’s Saturday night TV. Then Jenny returned. I"€™d show her what it feels like to get spanked in front of the class. To be treated like a baby when she knows she"€™s an adult!, Rachel thought. She then snapped her fingers, as the doll"€™s clothing changed into a tiny dress and diapers. A large pacifier was stuffed in the doll"€™s mouth and it"€™s face was red with embarrassment. Each strike with that hard wood paddle left its own fire behind, and the flame was stoked and grew with each successive spank. I didn’t want to cry out; I didn’t want to struggle once Doris demonstrated the futility; most especially I did not want to cry in front of this woman or my wife, but Doris proved what I wanted had no bearing on what would happen. In that case. Don’t go anywhere.” And I left her there. I announced to my sister that my captive was tied up and the game began again. This time if my sister got to my prisoner and tagged her she was released and the game continued, but if she got me, the game was over.

And just where do you think you"€™re going?!"€, Elizabeth nearly yelled at Rachel, "€œUnless you want a repeat of yesterday, I suggest you march yourself right down to the principal’s office young lady."€ Rachel looked at her, a fire in her eyes that had not been there the day before. Elizabeth hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should rely on corporal punishment again. 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. Got a burning question for Prudie? She’ll be online at Washingtonpost.com to chat with readers each Monday at noon. Submit your questions and comments here before or during the live discussion.Elizabeth felt her face burn red with embarrassment as she slipped out of the expensive panties she had only bought a week ago and exchanged them for a cheap pair of pink cotton panties. Once she had done the same with her bra, Elizabeth was forced to hand them off to Mrs. Maxwell. It felt as if she was giving the teacher the last bit of her adulthood. Stop that struggling you little bitch.” Sara snapped giving the girl a couple of hard stinging slaps on her bare legs to calm her down. Sins of the Father: I think my dad has a secret love child. Should I confront him?” Posted Nov. 10, 2011.