The Call of the Spanked Bottom: Six stories of M/F bare bottom discipline (Stories Of Spanked Women)

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Tasha just tingled a great deal more, and longed for her fingers to go and explore down in that place which sends you to space, but that could wait, and Mrs F’s own technique she just had to see. (A little plan formed in her head). No, it was not Michelle. Then she got it. The bottom bare its owner fair was Mrs F – she lived next door. Well, well, well. Matriarch of six herself, of Family Frobisher: a husband, two daughters, two sons, a nephew and a niece. She was no stranger to give and receive, that time honoured fashion of women and men. Getting up from the spanking and orgasm, Jennifer grabs her panties from the floor, runs up the stairs with her pussy and ass still bare, throws herself on the bed and reaches underneath to finger herself to a second good cum.This becomes a weekly ritual and Jennifer masturbates daily thinking about all of her spankings and anticipating the next. Tom laughed and my mum was laughing at my predicament, knowing full well how sensitive my behind must already be from our earlier encounter. Then, I heard Tom’s mum say ‘come here, birthday boy’ and I presented myself for my second spanking of the day. The new class of hers made up of eighteen students are good in the long run but needs some help in keeping their mouths shut and learning patience. Only been a couple of months now and come June when they graduate they will be ready and fit to leave what they thought was tough into an even tougher world. Jill took her thin-frame glasses off, rubbed her eyes, and looked up to see how the students were doing with their reading. Some of them, she suspects, would get in trouble just to be spanked for some had found her attractive. Those are the ones she usually tries to put humiliation on instead of spanking to get her point across. It seems each year the students are less and less diligent.

I stood with my arms akimbo and said, "Julie, I just got a call from the Police Department. They found my car abandoned inside the glass window of McDonald's this morning. How do you explain this?" I would get a few more spankings from Kate after she became my stepmother, but that first spanking from her holds a special place in my heart. When Denise’s spanking was over and she returned to the spot where she had been standing, Kate looked at me and said: “Your turn, young man.” I was standing about 10ft away, but the walk to that bench felt like one of those dreams in which you are walking toward a destination but never get any closer to it. My head was spinning – I felt scared, embarrassed, and exhilarated, all at the same time.When I was getting spanked before age 10 or 11, it was always over the knee and jeans and underpants were pulled down by Mom or Dad, if they were spanking one of us on the spot. There were some times when I was already undressed to my underwear and those got yanked down to my ankles before I went over a knee for a spanking. I remember getting yanked out of the bathtub once when I was in elementary school for splashing water out of the tub when my Mom had already told me not to. Nothing to yank down then. Just got pulled out of the tub while my mom sat on the edge of the tub and spanked my bare bottom. 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. Mildred was walking by, the strains of the spanking symphony drifted through the window turning into a cocophony of sound, hard whups! and long, long howls of pain! She nodded satisfactorily. “Good old Mummy, keeping up the standards, that’ll teach her!” Brother was about 2 years younger. Reading other people's posts, seems pretty standard for the oldest to go last. At home, mom spanked me full naked, always with a prolonged lecture first. Sometimes, I would undress myself, other times mom would assist. In public settings, such as restrooms, I would only have my pants and shorts lowered to the knees.

My spankings always came after a short lecture about my misbehavior. My mother would be sitting on a chair or on the side of the bed depending on where I was going to be spanked, and I would be standing in front of her with pants still up. When the time came for the actual spanking is when my pants and panties would come down. Unfortunately I was not always very cooperative with my spankings. I would try to pull away and so my mother would wind up trying to hold me in place with one hand while lowering my pants with the other hand. My protests never succeeded however and soon enough I would find myself over her lap getting every inch of my bare hiney lit on fire with her hand or hairbrush. I was usually very well behaved for a good solid week or so after one of those paddlings! Mildred went to Ivy’s, where she met Betty and Mary. Like the fire in the plump bottom of our naughty girl, news of the good irls downfall began to spread. She sat down on that vestry chair, creaking slightly under the weight of bare acre, which made Tasha giggle. Her freshly spanked cheeks on wood nestled. She was ready! Vicar went over, displaying a bare quite boyish but chunky, too much indulgence and not enough fasting. In looks both fore, and aft, Penny was reminded of Finn, husband and partner to Laywoman Lawson, who as it happened gave and received as Penny suspected (found out on a visit one night). A spanking husband and a spanking wife was quite the zeitgeist among the 40 somethings. Equal opportunities. Jeremy heard the switch as it whistled through the air. He clenched his ass cheeks in fear, but was not totally prepared for the excruciating pain he was to feel. The first strike instantaneously caused his eyes to fill with tears again.Sara was late three times this month, and it has been some time since her last punishment, so she is certainly due. When she gets here, I intend to give her a well-deserved caning, and I am inviting you to be a silent, invisible presence in the room as it is done. Sara will not know you are here. You will be in the room. You will see everything that I see. You will know everything that Sara feels and thinks during her experience with me, without her even knowing it. You will get a detailed account of everything that happens in this room, as it happens. Don't lie to me young lady! And this, after a DWI last month and for possession of pot the month before. You are 19 now and should know better." I waved a finger at her and scowled.

That's what I thought I heard," I say. "But if I have to ask again, the stroke will be repeated, understand?" 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.Well Vicar look startled but in the face of matronly will, he complied. It was indeed quite a scene. Mrs F pushed herself off the spanking lap, bottom bare red-pink all over – majestic and regal, plump and broad, Tasha thought, with possibly the deepest cleft she had ever in her young life seen. In that moment a plan was formed that before she left for Norland-land, she would pay a visit to that lap, if she could possibly afford. Tasha felt the juices flowing, and had to restrain from bursting in on that scene, crying “please, please, spank me!” Get up here." She sighed, then scolded, "Can we not have one week where someone in this class is not getting punished? Is that so much to ask for? What is this, kindergarten?" What did your mom m spank you with most of the time. What were the worst two spankings you got from mom? You ever see your siblings get spanked as teenagers too?

My mom did all the spankings dad was always away for work she would tell to go to my room and take off my pants and underwear and stand in the corner until she came in she always used a belt that hung on the inside of my closet doorMy job grants me full authority over the girls, and as such, I can implement punishments as I see fit without question. All of the girls at my school understand this authority, and know never to question me regardless of whether my ruling is fair. If I wished, I could ask any girl in the school to come to my office and undress completely, and if she objected, I could increase her punishment. Every girl in the school understands that I have this power, and for that reason, very, very few girls object to any of my instructions. 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.” The worst two spankings she gave me were both with a belt. One in the living room with pants around my ankles and bent over with my hands on my knees for allegedly hitting a nine year old girl that lived across the street. To make matters worse, I didn't really hit her at all, she lied on me to get me in trouble. The other was at fourteen When my sister and I both had to pull our pants down and bend over the kitchen table and got spanked with a belt for not doing our chores. The worst hand spanking I got from mom was when I stole a candy bar at five. She pulled my pants down to my ankles and turned me over her knee at the car after making me apologize in the store for stealing. That was the longest spanking I ever got.