Regression, Humiliation and Spankings: 9 Short Stories To Make Your Cheeks Blush

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Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your Of course, there were always little things out of her control. Not the behavior -- that was her own fault -- but the timing of getting caught. Like once, when she 14 and had neglected her chores, her mother discovered the problem while Stacy’s friend, Veronica, was there. Stacy was horribly embarrassed to have to take down her jeans and panties and get a long hard hairbrush spanking over her mom’s lap while her friend saw everything.

When she finally heard one of her boy cousin’s gasp she opened her eyes and realized she was standing right in front of him dancing lewdly and showing him her neatly trimmed front. He was about 12 and had never seen a naked woman up close, so his education took a big leap that day. For many misdemeanors this wasn’t too difficult. When Stacy had a bad report card, for instance, she always took it to her parents in private so that she controlled the unveiling and subsequent punishment session. She still got the spanking, but at least no one else had to see it. I think one of the dining room chairs should do,” Marrianne replied. “John, dear, go bring in one of our chairs for Doris.”Taking her armchair, Miss Roberts waited. She wouldn't help Carly. She'd welcomed her and offered her a seat. Jacob grabbed her chin and turned her face so she couldn’t avert his gaze. “Eyes on me, young lady. Start again.”

If I have to tell you again you will get a spanking for that before your real punishment begins. Do you understand me?” He landed a few swats across her sit spots. Turning to me, and looking me straight in the eyes, Doris continued, “My name is Doris, but you may call me ma’am, as in ‘yes ma’am’ or ‘no ma’am’, as the situation dictates. Your wife has asked me to help her provide discipline in your life, which, by all reports from her and your sister-in-law, is sorely needed.”

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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). But then at supper Sheila asks me what I'm planning to wear to the party. I almost choke. I tell her I'm not going; it’s a party for girls. Carly's thighs tensed. Humiliating marks on her delicate skin were fair. Meeting Miss Roberts' eye, she said, "It's necessary. I'll bear your marks in dignified shame." Domestic Discipline (DD), Female Led Relationship (FLR), Femdom, Spanking F/M, Stepmother, Stepsister Carly's jeans tightened, baking heat into her swollen butt. "I deserve it," she said. Her legs and bum burning through her jeans, she buttoned them tight.

After allowing me a few minutes to regain some semblance of control, Doris said, “I like to make the first session with a naughty boy one he will remember for a while, so there is no doubt what he experienced was true punishment. Your actions earned you extra this time, but I want to assure you that every time I come here, you will be punished. If you are cooperative and accepting, honestly try to learn from each session, then the punishment need not be as severe. I strongly believe, however, in most cases, true penitence and correction of the faults of a naughty boy only comes after real punishment. To match they raised the humiliation to more nudity, sometimes naked or allowed just a bra...or more humiliating positions like all 4's on the bed, the diaper position, grabbing ankles and spreading legs apart...and also doing more spankings in the kitchen, living room or other places where my siblings would also see them. The humiliation included staying in positions after the spanking ended for a period of time and them talking openly about my spankings with their friends. There were times when I was made to show the marks to their friends and plenty of times when they allowed other people to spank me. And with that I was dismissed – a mere child sent to play with the little girls, with permission to wet his nappy. I held on for another couple of minutes, but realising my situation was hopeless, had no choice but to let go of both my bladder and my pride, and wet my nappy. Carly shivered. She'd imagined her warm welcome accompanied by an extreme thrashing. Proud of her flawless apology, Miss Roberts would still condemn her to a severe sentence. Her memorable initial visit had hurt far worse than she'd expected. However, her stunning relief and soaring self-respect had beaten her every dream.

(***, MF/f, Severe, non-consensual spanking, paddling, strapping)

It wasn’t until later that night that she remembered that Friday evening was when her pizza party was scheduled... almost her whole senior class was coming! I suddenly felt an urgent need to go to the bathroom which I did, then took a shower, taking special care to clean around my nether regions—that area I feared would be under very intense and personal inspection by a young woman whom I had yet to meet. I was anxious and somewhat aroused as the jets of hot water played over my body, but to be truthful, I was more anxious than aroused. Despite my years of imagining, I was never actually spanked. Of course, it would hurt. Spanking wouldn’t be punishment if it didn’t hurt, but would it hurt a lot? I’m not into pain. I’ve never deliberately hit my thumb with a hammer, for example, and on those occasions I did it by accident, I did not enjoy it in the least. Fortunately for me school ended not so long after. The next year I was going to enter Middle School. There were two of them. One had to be thirty to at most forty minutes away from home whereas the other one was a bit more than one hour away. I chose to go to the second one, since most of my classmates said that they were going to the first one. Naturally it astonished my parents. They tried to convince me to change my mind. I didn't. I told them I was afraid to get distracted from work having all my friends around me. They were still surprised but quietly proud of the apparent wisdom I showed them. Miss Roberts reported newfound respect for Carly. Her attitude had been admirable. "You're incredible, Anya," she said. "You must send me your bill."

Anya's receptionist showed Carly her responsibilities. All files stored in their correct locations, and excellent reports of her coffee, smoothed her professional entrance. Carly's face dropped. Assuming she was in control, she hadn't realized Anya wouldn't have met her unless she'd already won their legal battle.

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You live at home," Anya said. "I'm guessing your parents saw your cane marks. You created your deceptive tale to cover yourself. Am I right?" I apologize for the trouble I caused you, ma’am,” I stammered, wanting only to mollify this strong woman who still held me firmly over her left thigh. “Thank you for providing me with the discipline I needed.” When my wife and I began dating, attitudes toward spanking were very different than they are these days. Everybody knew even old enough to marry young ladies sometimes got spanked by their parents. Because it wasn't any big secret, mothers were known to drop less that subtle hints in the presence of others about a daughter either needing to be or having been recently spanked.