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When the spanking finally ended, she pushed me off her lap, informed me I was grounded and told me to get to bed. I had never been so relieved in all my life for a spanking to end. However, the shame was just as bad. I was a very sore and humbled boy and you won’t be surprised to hear that I slept on my stomach that night.And so to my much anticipated 13th birthday – it was a stand-out day. As previously mentioned, I am still quite young (early 20s) and Mum is still a relatively young woman, having only just recently turned 50. That's the thing with me... I've never had any boyfriend. I've only had guys I met on the internet for sex. There are a lot of them. Up to 20 I'd say. She held herself still. The paddle crashed into her bare bottom, forcing a wave of throbbing pain as her stinging skin sizzled. Proud to take it bare, her sex swept pleasure towards her pain. The paddle blasted her butt, its broad expanse overlapping previous swats. Absorbing the heavy impacts she deserved, she gasped as pain surge through her bottom. Howdy Jon, I like your stories, fantasy and real life. If I put my John Henry on a document, agreeing to be spanked, how some ever the spanker deemed to spank. that would make said document legal and binding, correct? Ask and ye shall receive 10-4… She stared at her feet. It was tough to hear. Stealing a glance at the paddle due to punish her, she flinched.

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Mark," she said, drawing him towards her. "I promise to bend in strict obedience, no matter my mood. I've granted you complete authority to punish me and require myself to obey." It was a two-hour drive and a boring one for kids. Hannah and I both kept asking that age-old question: “Are we there yet?” Hannah’s mom did her best to distract us and got us some play some car games. While it was fun for a while, we soon got bored again. We didn’t sit nicely and were a little too loud , which earned us a lecture. Predicting your mood was a constant gamble. Our evening might have gone wrong if I hadn't strapped you." So right after saying what I somehow tought I needed to say I instantly knew I f**ked up. I felt my cheeks warming up. I looked at the teacher. He was staring at me. He gave me a dirty look. I felt mortified. Then I perceived a change in his gaze, and then the arising of a very, very, subtle smirk (that I was probably the only one in the class to notice).The following true story took place in the summer of 1984, when I was nine years old. My parents had divorced two years earlier. Since then, I had lived with my mom in New England, and had spent four weeks every summer with my dad at his home in Georgia. Sometimes, a whole class could get a ‘double stripe’ for rowdiness. Then, if you just got a single stripe on top of that, you were for it. A bit unfair, but this was Anne’s situation. I had also accumulated three stripes this way myself a couple of times, but for some reason escaped with just a telling-off. A lawyer, in charge of his firm's dress code, uses his position to administer corporal punishment. (2,360 words.) Right at this moment I knew what was coming. I knew what was going to happen. He had already warned us that the worst punishment he could give to a really rude behavior (as fighting or cursing) was the bare bottom spanking (it was actually a rather common punishment used by teachers in our school). He had already threatened some of us (mostly girls curisously). His conviction carried to her ears, and she smiled from her heart. Her small soft hand, firm in his grasp, he pointed at the signature of her naked curves imprinted on their soaring glass.

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Before I knew it, Mother had grabbed Katie and pushed her across the big pine wooden dining table. It had been some time since I had seen Katie being punished so I looked on with some interest.I married Jason in the mid 80s, and at the time his son Steven had just turned five years old. Jason’s ex had a big drug problem so he had had custody of the boy since they broke up, when Steven was just two. A poor crying Karen thought it was over, but Mummy was reaching for the slipper. Karen looked to the mirror and saw it, she looked over her shoulder, up to meet her Mummy’s eyes. When I completed my writing assignment and signed my name, Vera reviewed it and nodded with satisfaction. You look fantastic," he said, hoping to imbibe her with spirit as he watched her full effect arrive in their spacious living area.