Bedtime Spankings: Bent Over!

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That is no ordinary school-cane several had insisted, with some boys speculating it must have been treated with exotic and forbidden oils to imbue it with additional stinginess. Others took the view she had been coached by a tennis pro until her forehand swing was capable of delivering strokes of hitherto unprecedented power. Today marked the end of Pastel's visit with me, and I am sad. Ever the sweet, wonderful lover that she is, though, Pastel gave me one last bit of attention, knowing it would help me. She took a hair brush to my bottom moments before we left the house, and I sobbed in earnest. Afterwards, we left, and I stayed with her in the station until the last minute, and waved even as she passed beyond my sight. I miss her terribly, but I am unquestionably happy that she came. She is my great love, and already am counting the days longingly before I can be with her again.

She watched the glass as Thomas, finally free to rub his bottom, struggled to simultaneously turn his boxer shorts the correct way around using only his left hand while his right hand frantically massaged at his burning cheeks. With a wry smile she reflected he would not be rubbing away that sting for quite a while. Even by her own superlative standards she knew those had been six very smartly delivered and powerful strokes. She half expected continued appeals for leniency, but in the face of her unyielding determination he finally appeared subdued. With eyes lowered and cheeks blushing, he fumbled first with his tie knot and then with each shirt button. She saw that he wore blue, jersey style boxer shorts, close fitting to his firm thighs and with a red trimmed waistband that hugged his flat belly. His body was toned and athletic, a build Sophie suspected would fill out rather nicely over the next few years if he kept up his interests in sport. I knew my bottom was being tore up, and I felt it every step of the way. I just yelled out in pain and told him I was so sorry and I will never do this again. I prayed the whole time for God’s wisdom and strength. He finished by giving me the last 10 on my thighs at the strength of the first 10. It was way worse than the first 10 as it is so sensitive on the thighs. When he released me, he had to hold me getting up and steading myself. Did you know that spray bottles are the watery minions of the devil? I didn't either until just now! Mommy sprayed my butt with water before giving me a spanking and it felt incredibly painful! She used the paddle, hairbrush, and the wooden spoon! It was terrible! Afterwards, mommy blindfolded me and we did some stuff. But while we did it, she would occasionally take the wooden spoon to me again! Gah!She could feel that her words were hitting the mark. As soon as she has risen from her chair, and in the near silence of the late afternoon, a palpable tension had descended in the room. He has the strength both physically and mentally, to do what is needed to make our marriage work and stay strong. 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. At thirty-five years of age she could still clearly remember the corridors of Saint Frances and the dark wood paneling outside the headmistress's study. It stretched from the dull parquet floor to around shoulder height, whereupon it gave way to insipid magnolia paint and windows that were set high in the walls, requiring the use of a hooked wooden pole to open and close their spring loaded catches.

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.

Maintain the position Attwood. It won't be getting any easier," Sophie warned, the whippy cane lightly moving and tapping as she spoke, a familiar dread ritual to ensure her next stroke would land precisely on target. "This will be two." We started domestic discipline a few weeks ago, my wife as the Head of Household. I love what it’s done for my wife so far. Her confidence and ownership of our relationship has really opened up. She feels so much more confident to let me know things that are bothering her, and her skills at a stern lecture are, shall we say, getting good. 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. Cheer to both of you as it sounds like you guys are approaching this very thoughtfully. IMHO it is better to take something like this a little slower as you start off. Trust me, it’ll ramp up naturally on its own.