Now Danny, this can either be a pleasant experience, or it can be an unpleasant one. The choice will be entirely up to you." I was puzzled. "Um.. Ok. But, could you please call me Dan?" My aunt brought my cousin Shannon into the room to change her out of her diapers, and get her dressed for the day. Shannon looked at me when they entered. "Baby!" she said excitedly.

Please let me know what type of experience you desire. I will dress accordingly for the role that you request.I could feel the swats to my rear. I had my underpants for cover though. I was determined not to let her get the best of me. I just lay still and let her spank me. After a few minutes, however my rear was starting to feel a little warm. I didn't like the feeling at all and started to squirm. A few minutes later the swats stopped. 'That wasn't bad. I can handle this' I thought. I moved to get up, but was pushed down again. I could hear the firm voice of my aunt. My intuition tells me that you are not a bad child. However, everyone needs nudging in the right direction occasionally. What is going to follow could be thought of as just such a nudge.’ I thought for a moment, but in reality I was already under her spell, and being enticed into her world and her way of thinking. I knew ‘petulant’ was an accurate way of describing my behaviour towards them, much of the time. I knew I would frequently choose to be childish and selfish. I knew that I shirked jobs around the house, and didn’t help out as much as I should. The half-beliefs and excuses I had used, convinced myself of, and hidden behind so much recently, were lying in tatters on the floor, and I could see their pathetic futility and smell their stink of faux self-righteousness. I was properly embarrassed by my own immaturity. When we entered the room, there was a large double bed for my parents, and a......I couldn't believe it! A white CRIB, covered with pink bunnies and of course, pink nursery printed sheets. I obeyed. It was difficult, but I put it on. She then put the tie on me, knowing that I couldn't do it myself yet.

I looked at the uniform, at all the buttons on it. I couldn't bring myself to say yes. I just cried. Finally, she turned to me, all smiles and said: “Well, Asher, I think we have an understanding now, don’t you? And now you’ve met my little helpers!” I thought that nothing could hurt more than the hairbrush, I was wrong. Before she was done, I was already bawling like a baby. I couldn't stop crying, no matter how hard I tried. Then, she stopped. Although we did have the cane at my sweet little primary school in Wembley, London, in the 1960s, I managed to avoid it. However, at my senior school I was regularly caned and slippered as we all were, going into the 1970s.

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The next thing I knew, Aunt Pam was holding my arms firmly so I couldn’t move, and Doreen was unzipping my jeans. Then I was pulled across Pam’s knee in a daze. The first point of no return’ she said, almost mischievously. I glanced up at her, expecting to see a twinkle in her eye, but there was nothing. ALL LIMITS ARE RESPECTED AND DISCUSSED BEFORE THE SESSION. PLEASE NOTE NO SEXUAL SERVICES ARE OFFERED. NO EXCEPTIONS!!! This includes a "happy ending" so please do not ask if we provide this!!! WE DO NOT My mother stripped me down to my underwear to sleep in. Grumbling about it, I began to climb into the crib. Just as I got in, my mother said, "Hold on just a minute." Ses­sions takeplace inmy study at a pri­vate Vic­to­ri­an cot­tage in Gilling­ham (Med­way inKent).

Is that so?" my mother said. "Well mister, you've got another thing coming. I WAS going to let you have the side down while you slept in there, but since you are acting like an ungrateful spoiled BABY, a crib is where you belong...with the side UP!" A similar sensation, but with all aspects amplified. A louder cry, tighter fingers squeezing the edges of the table. Gasping, no need to be reminded to breather this time, I fought to control myself… There was a long pause. I could feel the beating of my own heart. Though I was confident that she wouldn't spank me, I was still a little uncertain. Aunt Christine's face seemed to be fraught with indecision. It seemed to make a decision. She started walking towards me. It wasn't a normal walk though. It seemed very deliberate. My mind told me to run from her. To get away, she wasn't bluffing at all! I tried to run, but my feat were frozen. I was paralyzed with fear. The fear of what she would do. When she reached me, she grabbed my ear, by the lobe. She started to pull me towards the door. Still, scared, I couldn't manage to move my feet. Suddenly, she gave me a sharp swat on my rear. That got me moving. As she marched me up the stairs, she started lecturing me. Daddy was out of arguments. My Aunt had an extra room, my brother would stay with Uncle Harold. I claimed I should be the one to stay with Uncle Harold, but they believed my brother should because he was older and could get along without Mom. Doreen seemed only too delighted to assist. “What do you want me to do?” she asked. “We’ll let’s see how co-operative he becomes,” Aunt Pam replied, “we’ll start with the cane.”Whichever you do, please remember that first impressions are very important. Ensure that you are respectful and show good manners. I like intelligent people with a sense of humour, who are honest, fun to be with, respectful and above all, who love to be spanked.

School is important Dan, you've finished junior high and it's time to look into high schools. At this rate, none of the good schools will take you." I wasn’t a country boy, so I wasn’t really aware of the danger that could lurk in that creek. Peter was naturally more cautious, but I basically talked him and Tom into going for a swim but questioning their courage. Eventually I ground them down. We didn’t want to come home in wet clothes (something told me this was something which would not be permitted by parental authority), so all three of us stripped naked and waded in. The water wasn’t as cool as I had expected but it certainly helped on such a hot sweaty day. You will be in bed by 10:00 every night, regardless if it is a week-night or not. Your homework should be done by then." We are going to go through to the dining room, where I am going to administer four strokes of the cane to your seat, and three strokes of the strap to each of your hands.’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.