About once a month we would go antique shopping with the goal of finding a new spanking implement and then we would hurry home to give it a try. Once a spanking was announced I had to strip and remain naked until she decided it was the time and this often meant I was around the house naked for several hours until she decided it was time for my spanking. I was six or seven at the time. It was a beautiful summer and it was arranged that I should go with Hannah and her parents to a summer house they had rented for a couple of weeks. I was more than happy with this plan – I loved Hannah and her parents. Hannah was like a sister to me and her folks were like second parents. When she went to catch the bus now, it was wiggle of a young woman. Even the man with the bowler hat who sat in the same seat every day started to smile, and greet her with a tipping of the hat. She had no idea that he began to see her differently, she just assumed it was cordial familiarity with a regular person he saw on the bus. Steven was the last visitor and he brought a letter from Nancy telling me about his behavior over the summer. Mummy looked into the mirror, at this distance it was like a well framed photo, her on the bed, her shapely daughter with her upturned rump fine and round, catching the light. She looked at herself, doing what a good loving Mummy should do…her duty.

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. However, there was no doubt about what would happen to me should I not behave myself on this trip. Our parents knew each other from church and like most of the parents there, spanking was their ‘go to’ punishmentfor naughty children! I should add that Hannah and her parents were one of the few people outside my family who knew about me being a bedwetter and using diapers at night.The top and bottom of this was that Steven became an increasingly disruptive influence on our household and our relationship. I bit my lip and stood my ground for a couple of months, then on a phone call to my mom, I unloaded to her about the problems we were having.

Tasha just tingled a great deal more, and longed for her fingers to go and explore down in that place which sends you to space, but that could wait, and Mrs F’s own technique she just had to see. (A little plan formed in her head). KD - I had to look that up. But, yes, I guess so. I also learned that Netflix was sued by the Choose Your Own Adventure people. Thanks for the heads up. However, I don’t want to end our journey into corporal punishment here. Our sessions are so hot, so intense, and the connection between us before, during and after the act itself is always so wonderful. I hope everybody had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I am thankful for all my loyal members, clients, and spanking friends. Did you watch the “A Not So Happy Spanksgiving” video in my members section during the holiday? Sarah and Paul and I had so much fun filming this scene and Sarah played the spoiled brat as usual and got a good spanking from and me. Fifty with my Italian leather belt – bent over the end of the bed. 25 in a row from one side, 25 in a row from the other side.

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And what a sight met their eyes. Vicar sat, trousers at knees, his own bare cheeks upon the chair wood (Tasha nodded in approval). Across his lap lay a bottom bare of sizable girth, and rounded cheek being turned white to pink with vigour and vim. In short he was giving it what for with a good deal of welly thrown in. But who was the owner of those bare acres? She could be heard, but face not seen.

Well, that boyish bare which was ivory white soon started turning pink. As Mrs F spanked so she instructed, she just couldn’t help it: “now Vicar, its all about rhythm and flow, rhythm and flow, varying speed, altering pace, alternate cheeks. Raising the hand half-way – crash it down – the hand full way – wallop! – Now a flurry, now three, one on each cheek, one in the crease, a hammer hand, an open palm, now six hard to finish”. Penny got a little cross said “will you be quiet or we’ll be caught and then we’ll see who gets it. I’ve a good mind to wallop you now, am in the mood, Lord knows. If I know Mrs F, tables are about to be turned, which we should watch – so your bottom bare can wait for a spectacle that’s rare – our Vicar is clearly a spanking giver, not receiver and he’s about to get it from Mrs F good and proper, if my name’s not Penny!” Now…about the actual bath brush…this one is longer, heavier and according to Joey, it “stings worse” than my other bath brush. I hadn’t put Joey across my knee in a long time and a wooden bath brush is the perfect implement for that. So I thought I’d start off with a little old school OTK bath brush spanking. Anyway, along with my belt, I wore one of my favorite pairs of belt whuppin’ sandals…a pair of dark brown, leather Rainbow thongs. Kind of hard to tell from the picture, but the color of them matches closely to the color of my belt. A little tune is played, we sup our first gulp, look at the bottoms on show, and settle down for a blushing bottom tale of spanking…Expression (Optional mood/title along with your name) Examples: (happy, sad, The Joyful, etc.) help) As Vicar spanked she advised in clear stentorian tones: “now Vicar, dear, technique to use is outside in/alternate cheeks then up and down and right to left, then left to right across”. The Vicar complied, fell into a rhythm and the music of hand on bare cheek filled the air. You all know the drill. You follow the knight down a set of rugged stone steps into a darkened room at the bottom. The only illumination is two torches affixed to the walls. You can make out what appears to be torture equipment. He invites you to lie across a padded spanking horse. My my. Clearly someone was here before me. I have to imagine that’s uncomfortable.” Undeterred, the harness maker swings the heavy leather strap, striking your exposed bottom again and again. This thorough strapping hurts, a lot, but in a warm growing way that stokes a different sort of heat nearby. Upon completing his work, the harness maker admires your fresh marks and observes, “I trust you’re not planning on doing any sitting for the rest of the day.” Saturday June 21: I shot a video with a long-time naughty boy of mine who didn’t want his name used or show his face in the video. It worked out very well because the theme of the video was a POV naughty-boy-lecture similar to the one I did years ago with Jennifer Brookes and proved to be very popular. This time though, instead of me sitting and talking to the camera, I have a real naughty boy to scold, send to the corner, and put over my knee. The title is Your Punishment Spanking.