Removal of privileges. For example, if your child keeps pushing people while playing, take the toy away for now and tell them why. Peggy and Donald told me that they’d spanked all their kids growing up, and that they’d all turned out fine. They were amazed that my parents didn’t spank me, and surprised that we didn’t have to take our trousers down for the cane at school. In the Grand Rapids Bible Belt, it was pants down for a spanking, whether at home or at school. Mummy noticed, and the other W.I.Women noticed. Not only noticed, but mentioned it, in a subtle way. “Your Karen is making a fine young lady, she’ll certainly turns some heads one day!” 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. Why haven’t you taken his pants down?” Doreen asked with interest. “Oh my dear, that’s far too vulgar.”“But you used to cane Rory on his bare bottom?”“Ah that’s different – he’s my son, whereas this one is merely in my charge. I’ve no desire to see what he’s got down there! But pants up nice and tight, and we have a perfect view. Now we’ll see who’s boss, young man!”

My second great desire in this weird and shadowy dimension was to be spanked myself by a stern, no-nonsense older female. This was kindled in me by Aunt Pam, with the help of her friend Doreen, who lived with her. To say the least, the meal was a slow somber affair. Mummy had given her a small portion, knowing that her tummy would be in knots. Soon the table was cleared, and the pots washed. Once they were all put away, Mummy spoke. “Up you go.”Karen climbed the curved oak stair case slowly, her head down. She reached the landing and sulkily walked to her door. In she went and shut the door behind her, resting against it. She cried, she had let her Mummy down, she had been naughty girl. After all her praise, she was now a naughty girl, about to get a bare bottom spanking Karen listened, and the message sank in. She knew her Mummy did not do idle talk as regards discipline. The pain did not leave, it was still growing. Even in the dark of night she could feel the heat on her hand. And lying on her tummy, stroking her poor bottom, she fell asleep. The shop assistant was indeed a W.I. member, and knew the women in the village. Mummy knew that it would soon be common knowledge that she was now armed.

The Razor Strap (Strop)

The promised storm arrived on one fateful Spring day. Confidence had grown into over confidence. Self confidence into haughtiness. Pubic hairs had covered her soft pubescent bone, fingers had delved, conversations with friends on the delight of a fingered pussy had taken place. It was one such conversation that made her not even notice her form teacher walk into the classroom. She carried on talking to Barbara, instead of standing up with the rest, to say in a slightly singing way, “Good Morning Miss Weltwell.” I protested about having to strip naked, especially as her bedroom door was open so Lucy would see everything if she happened to walk past. asking for a spanking Bedroom Submission Callipygous Commentary Dressed For Spanking erotic spanking F/M paddling Flashing foolishness Highly Spankable lingerie Love Our Lurkers Day Memories Men in Panties Paddles paddling panties Political Commentary Potpourri Schoolgirl paddlings school paddlings spanked in panties spanking spanking bench Spanking Parties Stories switching Uncategorized White Panties wtf Archives Firmly say no. Give a short, clear response to them in a stern voice. For example, "We do not throw snowballs at people's faces." I got home Tuesday the 23rd around 6:00pm after a long travel day. The flights went smoothly and no crying babies on board, which was a relief.

I was stunned, and could say nothing. I became aware of Lucy stood in the doorway, and tried to cover myself up. 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…It was then that the recent thought of the normality beyond the house returned, and Mummy noticed the bedroom window open. It was a secret no more, the sound of this spanking would travel! In a strange way it encouraged Mummy. Who stopped. When we arrived at Givan’s place I got settled in and decided he needed some OTK attention so I called him into the bedroom and gave him a good one. Well, queue time lapse blur and here we are many, many moons later. We’ve evolved into a mutually and consensual agreement where she will give me a real domestic discipline spanking for offenses we’ve both deemed spank-able offenses. While I will get a punishment spanking on occasion (about monthly), I get taken to the “woodshed” about 3 or 4 times a year. Getting taken to the woodshed has become the name for getting THE (or one of the) worst spankings of my life. Our bedroom transforms into “the woodshed” for this type of spanking. And while she used to use just the razor strap, she then changed the protocol to be a belt spanking first (with her meanest belt), immediately followed by a razor strapping. There is no safeword during these spankings (although I imagine if I did say my safeword, she’d probably stop. BUT…that wouldn’t be a real spanking then, would it? 🤔 Besides, I agreed to be held accountable in this way and am man enough to take what she has deemed necessary by way of corporal punishment. Even if it means her reducing me to tears sometimes.) 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. Begin the spanking. Strike the child's bottom gently, never hit hard. It doesn't take a lot of force to successfully discipline your child, and hitting too hard can cause injury or trauma. Plus, the symbolism of the act is just as important as the actual pain inflicted. Not hitting too hard is even more important with a spanking on the bare bottom and/or younger children.

Kirsten and I gelled, because I was also adopted. However, we both were given the ‘rod of correction’ for our trouble. More of that another time. The dreaded bath brush is used regularly in our home and believe me my wife is an expert with it. Once I am in position over her lap she uses it to reduce me to a bawling very sorry husband and I love it. But Sheila was in no mood for protests. Without a word she grabbed my arm, undid my belt and took down my trousers and boxers. She lifted my t-shirt over my head and then hauled me across her lap. Before I knew it I was receiving a very sound spanking on my bare bottom. Some of the implements we found were hairbrushes (several) of different sizes, straps, a riding crop, and various kitchen implements, leather slippers, and what we found out later was a teachers cane.I want to express my gratitude to all the veterans this week as we pause to remember our fallen soldiers and POW’s. Without your bravery and dedication to this great country of ours, we wouldn’t be enjoying the freedom we have now. Thank you, all you men and women who have served in the military and those of you who are still in active duty. My first fantasies of spanking started around the age of five. I would lie in bed before sleep and imagine my wedding day, flowers, white dress and all. After the ceremony, my new husband and I would be alone in a room on our honeymoon. And then, he would turn me over his knee and spank me. I was five. I didn’t know what sex was. I didn’t know what people did on their honeymoon. All I knew was that I wanted a husband who would spank me. Fast-forward a couple of days to Grand Rapids, and the birthday spanking actually theme came to life, much to my astonishment, but not with me as its subject – yet! Another cousin of mine, Charlotte, had turned 20 and there was quite a party. Late on in the proceedings, to much raucous delight, it was announced that it was time for her birthday spanking! This wasn’t the worst whuppin’ she’s ever given me (and no my Queen that is not a challenge;) , but it certainly got my attention and adjusted my attitude as only a good whuppin’ can! Oh shit! Why today, why does she need a hug? Today of all days when I have let her down.” Thought Karen.