In 1909, the Head Prefect Robert Boyd (OC 867) explained to the new prefects their duties which included to ‘ensure promptness of boys at meals’, ‘to enforce by example and precept good behaviour at meals’ and make sure ‘boys must get permission before leaving studies during prep time’. Evelyn is Marrianne’s younger sister, and apparently she broadcast the news over her extensive network of friends to find a girl or woman who was into spanking male bottoms. 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. Redding went over to fetch a ball which had been kicked over, and Hitchcock purposely kicked it back again and went over and got it’. If it turned out to be too intense, I could stop it and convince Marrianne it was a bad idea and should only be a onetime occurrence.

Our married life together was mostly happy and rewarding, so there really was no need to change it, even though spanking remained a frequent, secret fantasy. Each strike with that hard wood paddle left its own fire behind, and the flame was stoked and grew with each successive spank. When a bad boy is waiting for his spanking in the nude, it is more difficult for him to imagine anything but punishment will occur. As in many English public schools of the time, the Headmaster delegated authority to prefects to award and carry out punishments to the boys in lower years. While free and fun loving in bed, Marrianne has never liked to talk about our lovemaking, especially outside of the bedroom.In our early years, I occasionally gave her a swat to the backside while we were having sex, but I could tell from her reaction she did not appreciate it, and she ignored all my hints she might want to reciprocate. WHAP “At which time we will address some of your more onerous shortcomings,” WHAP “and work on specific items for improvement. The idea of a strong-willed woman undoing and dropping my pants and pulling me down over her lap for a lengthy session under hand, hairbrush, paddle, strap or whatever has always been the ultimate image for me to reach explosive release. 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. If you are cooperative and accepting, honestly try to learn from each session, then the punishment need not be as severe.

I’ve committed considerable time and effort in arranging this with Doris, and I’m confident she can do the job. Doris enjoys her work; she puts everything she has into it, and everything she has is more than enough for me… way more.

The image of Doris was not precisely out of my fantasies, but it might have been if I made her acquaintance under other circumstances. Nothing specific, dear, but your attitude has been slipping of late, and it is best to nip these things in the bud.