Spanking F/M, Wife Led Marriage (WLM), Domestic Discipline (DD), Wife Spanks Husband, In Front of Others All the words looked so official, having been typed by the school secretary. And signed by her teacher in ‘Quink’ blue, fountain pen ink. Karen felt aroused slightly, which made her feel even more of a naughty girl. But stood before Mummy as she scolded her was such a mixture of feelings. Her pubic hair had grown, it was now a delightful mixture of light fair hair with a hint of ginger, like her hair. The mirror of the dressing table was behind her, so Mummy could see her bottom, a bottom she was so proud of, like her new breasts, pert, and pleasingly plump.

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 A Cure for Guilt: Olivia congratulates herself for choosing to receive extra strokes of the cane over her jeans instead of getting punished on her bare bottom. But she swiftly regrets doubling her punishment by refusing to take down her pants, not to mention the additional penalty strokes incurred. She is such a bad, bad girl... 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. Temptation: Veronica faces twelve cruel strokes of the cane, which is going to be horribly painful. But the Headmaster offers her a deal, a wager, which may reduce the number of strokes. So now it all depends on how much Veronica is prepared to risk. I was married five years ago, at the age of sixteen. My husband is very tender and loving and manages so that I not do the slightest work; but ever since the first moment of our marriage I have been compelled to obey him absolutely, though he is just a boy. One month after we were married he spanked me thoroughly because I returned five minutes after the time he had set for my return from a shopping expedition. He has punished me in this way for the slighest disobedience ever since. On one occcasion he made me kneel on the floor. Last week I remonstrated with him and begged him to treat me as a woman. He hushed me with kisses, but warned me never to touch upon the subject again, and I am afraid to. I cannot go on in this way and as a last resort, I ask the advise of of your readers. I have no parents and have absolutely no one to whom I can appeal.

Murmurs and a few stifled giggles ran around the room. Every girl knew what that meant. So too did the teachers. 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. 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.” This is a story version of one of the true real life spankings as told to me by a delightful lady who went to a Girls Grammer School and was kept in line at home by a slipper wielding mother, who used it on her daughters bare bottom… Often!

My favorite spanking scene from a mainstream romance, however, is, without a doubt, from Gypsy Lord by Kat Martin. In the story, the heroine has embarrassed the hero in front of his clan, and knows that the only way he will save face with his people is if he punishes her, so she convinces him that he must give her a spanking. Which he does, in front of everyone! Talk about hot! Whew!!! The sobbing didn’t as the heat sank in, and pain exploded, she just wailed and wailed.”Now up you get… and straight to bed young lady, AND stay there… Once you have stopped crying I don’t want to hear another peep out of you…do you hear? Or you will be going over my knee again… Okay it’s done!” In Karen’s case Mummy simply said, “I have signed it, and returned it already. Let me say this just once Karen. If you are ever punished at school, you will be punished again at home, understood?” 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!” Soon her bottom was a lovely red, spreading down to her upper thigh. Mummy remembered the sit spot and how it stung, so delivered ten right across the point where her voluptuous cheeks joined her thighs. How they bounced, sinking in, then springing up instantly, and how she wriggled trying to pull free of the pain. But Mummy held her firmly, a tight grip around her waist holding the hand that tried to protect her. This annoyed Mummy, she was in mid flow!

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The journey to the end of the day was like some heroic trek in a fantasy novel. Long and arduous. The lunch time collection of the ‘death sentence’ sent a cold shiver to her tummy. The words left the slip and ran amok in her brain. There before her the words threatened her bottom. When a distant dad and his rebellious teenage daughter are trapped at home by a pandemic, he has to learn how to 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. Thirteen Bottoms: Drug-laced cupcakes brought into Bradshaw school calls for a severe punishment for the thirteen girls involved. So Abigail gives Headmaster Mark Porter some instruction in how to apply the cane. At first he practices on cushions, then on Abigail's granddaughters. Aged 18 and 19, the two girls are used to receiving corporal punishment, but they certainly feel the strokes Headmaster Mark gives them as he rises to the challenge. He now has the skills as well as the enthusiasm to administer punishment canings to thirteen girls, each one positioned over the vaulting horse to receive her well-deserved thrashing!

Not a Rat: When Brenda refuses to tattle on her friends she is secured to a vaulting horse for sixteen strokes of the cane, delivered with considerable vigour by the ballet teacher, Madame Boulais. The leaving of school behind her and the journey home was sullen. The man in the bowler hat frowned at her as if he knew. The walk from the bus stop to her lovely cottage was heavy and slow. Two of Mummy’s friends saw her and nudged each other. Was that a snigger? Although these stories take place within a school-based setting they differ from the more realistic accounts typically found within the schoolgirl spanking fiction genre. They are, however, representative of Frank Martinet's distinctive approach to spanking fiction, and so tend to focus on the actual punishments rather than the details of school life in general. 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. The Third Beating of the Day: Grant Academy's discipline policy is such that when 16-year-old Shay ends up being punished three times in a single day, her last punishment, a Level 3 caning, results in her being caned bare bottomed in public.

Do you and your special someone love going out and buying a new belt? And how about those post-spanking snuggles!? Saucy: Sentenced to six of the best, Meg has to call out the number of each stroke and then ask for another if she wants it to be counted. As she climbed the stairs thoughts of her own upbringing and the spankings she had received raced through her mind, what part of her naughty bottom had taught her the most? What words had her Mummy used to send the message home? What advice from her mentors, the W.I. and the Vicar helped her do what was needed? The memories spoke to her…”Spare the rod, spoil the child.”“It is for her own good.”“She will thank you one day.”

Karen liked the strange feeling she felt (in a certain in a certain intimate area) at being exposed. 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…Your correspondent signed "Brooklyn" bemoans her fate because her husband exacts explicit obedience from her and disregards her personal comfort by subjugating her to frequent spankings. Yes, "Brooklyn" I own it is very humiliating for a full grown woman to be made to to kneel on the floor and be spanked: but my esperience overtops yours, I think you will admit. I am twenty-eight years old. My husband's love for smoking is only equalled by his love for soanking me. He fell off his wheel and broke his arm a month ago. He then sent for his mother and the day following her arrival she said Robert had instructed her to give me a spanking for a fancied slight to her. Well it was a struggle, but I was finally vanquished, humbled and spanked most unmercifully. Oh, the agony of that spanking! Six years years of revenge uncorked. The screams and twisting, the shame: my ineffectual attempts to cover myself with my hands-all to no purpose. But enough "Brooklyn" does not know what a real spanking is if she has never received one from her husband's mother. REBELLIOUIS Wanting It: Breeanne had managed to attend Claremont Academy for three years without facing discipline, but when she pushes another girl into the trophy cabinet during an argument she finds herself due to be caned for the first time. Spanking, spanking and more spanking. This big BDSM-oriented spanking book offers a full plate of adult spanking stories, novellas and knowledge. PS-spot and A-spot orgasm sex manuals are included as bonuses. Mrs.Weltwaay put the detention slips into envelopes at the end of the school day. Then with a stern face told them to go home. She had friends there, she had respect, she even had a few who envied her. Also, quite possibly, a few ladies, especially the young mothers, were in awe of her, even, more than a little scared of her.