Mummy sat on the bed, and slid the slipper deftly under the pillow. Then turned a nervous, worried Karen to face her. “I told you quite plainly Karen, that if you were naughty at school, you would be punished at home.” As she did this she tugged the pyjama bottoms down, to land in a puddle at her daughters ankles. We were both up early Christmas morning, and if it were only to be just the two of us like last Christmas, we would have rushed out to the tree and there would have been the sounds of laughter and the sights of brightly colored wrapping paper flying in all directions. There is a lot of the little kid in me, and Mary can get almost as loose when the situation permits. But this year there is a third present under the tree, tastefully wrapped, with none of the frivolous chicanery Mary and I have employed. This gift is meticulously labeled for “Mrs. Chapman” from “John and Mary.” I don’t know what is in this box, but I am sure it is the perfect gift for Madge. Mary stressed over it for months. Almost a minute passed, but it felt longer. Karen looked at her beautiful Mummy, the rounded body looked so cosy and even at this moment strangely comforting, her Mummy bear almost. She saw her Mummy looking at her bush, her hips, she could almost read the thoughts in her head…”My my, my little girl is a girl no more.”

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…Geoffrey rang her - sullen-sounding, as though Marie had pushed him into it: "What's all this untoward business, Mother?" Spanking F/M, Wife Led Marriage (WLM), Domestic Discipline (DD), Wife Spanks Husband, In Front of Others Very helpful for overactive thinkers, like me. I also enjoy admiring my stripes and bruises the next day, if I’ve been spanked very hard (perhaps with a hairbrush or a paddle).

I suppose,” I said, trying desperately to think of a way to derail this train of thought. “Um, New Year’s Eve is just a week away. I’m not sure I can work up the courage for this new game by then.” Kent came to see me right after I sent Lincoln on his way and it was his first visit with me. He was a little nervous (like you all are) but we sat and chatted for awhile until his jitters calmed down then I went into action. Kent prefers an OTK with my hand and then the wooden implements so I made sure he was warmed up to a heated pink fanny before I went to the wood pile. Read more in my member’s section. That had not occurred to me when I bought it for her. I took a big swallow of champagne to hide my consternation. Thinking about my own sometimes rowdy, and sometimes tender, sex life, I had to smile at the irony of a spanking. We don't hit our kids, so there would be some serious explaining to do if my son ever walking in on Rex disciplining me across his knees. And, at 6'1, I would feel kind of stupid. "Oh, Rex, slap my butt. But first, can you be a doll and get me a pillow for my legs? They're dragging on the hard wood." (Not * Whether I personally lean toward a good spanking or not you'll never know. *

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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. Karen listened, and the message sank in. She knew her Mummy did not do idle talk as regards discipline. 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. Let's watch the Eurovision Song Contest," said Mrs Pike. "I listened to our entry and it's not at all bad."

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. But Mrs Pike couldn't stand other people's clutter around the place and so she ate the pie, even though the crust was soggy, and then she rinsed the plate in cold water and left it on the Lesleys' doorstep. I hated giving birth to Geoffrey," Mrs Pike said, when Marie helped herself just like that to more bread sauce. "It was just like going to the toilet, only worse." I know what that present is, and it’s got me a little scared. I asked for it, sort of, and have no one to blame but myself. But it’s still scary. You married beneath you," she told him during Sale Of The Century. "You want to watch out That Woman doesn't take you to the cleaners."You're all right," she said brightly, "you're just not the marrying type, that's all. Never have been. I should have spotted it." Bobbie-Jo saw me at 7:00 and Lindsy sat in on her spanking. Bobbie-Jo allowed Lindsy to videotape us so she could watch it later on and see how hard I spank her. She got a good scolding from me this time too, and it’s all on tape. I hope she’ll watch it when she’s missing me and needing a reminder how much I love her and care about her. No! No, I was not pretending. That really hurt, Mary. It still hurts. I’m never going over your knee again… ever!” In lieu of corner time, just clean up that mess,” she directed as she stood and strode from the room. “We do not have time today for this kind of juvenile nonsense.”