Christmas Spanking, A

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Infact, I originally saw it performed on TV not knowing there was a spanking in it. (Yes, I have a cultured side!) Interviewed performers referred to the fact their performance was celebrating the 150th. anniversary of "La Fille Mal Gardee". (I wonder what that translates to in English?) It is ironical, then, that the Aussie ballet didn't adhere more closely to the original performance of what presumably occurred in 1839. Whatever, I'm jolly glad they opted for the more modern interpretation! Perhaps it was just a good chance to get a spanking into their performance! Karen liked the strange feeling she felt (in a certain in a certain intimate area) at being exposed. The legend declares that women should be spanked/whipped with a whip to keep their health, beauty and fertility during the next year. Oh shit! Why today, why does she need a hug? Today of all days when I have let her down.” Thought Karen.

Mummy looked into the mirror, at this distance it was like a well framed photo, her on the bed, her shapely daughter with her upturned rump fine and round, catching the light. She looked at herself, doing what a good loving Mummy should do…her duty.Mary delivered another half-dozen firm strikes, then stopped. Silence filled the room with the exception of my sobs and Mary’s heavy breathing. The poor dear must have worked up a sweat. So, one December, Uncle Donald, his wife Peggy and my cousin Leanne collected 14-year-old me from JFK airport whilst my mum and dad went on a business trip to Pittsburgh for a week. The idea was that we’d all meet up for Christmas again in Michigan.

I was extremely busy at TASSP – shot 2 videos, which should be edited and available soon, did 7 sessions, and participated in 2 demonstrations at the event.Mummy sat on the bed, and slid the slipper deftly under the pillow. Then turned a nervous, worried Karen to face her. “I told you quite plainly Karen, that if you were naughty at school, you would be punished at home.” As she did this she tugged the pyjama bottoms down, to land in a puddle at her daughters ankles. Oh, we shouldn’t wait,” Mary said, enthusiastically. “I mean, you’ve opened your present, but you won’t have actually received your present until I present it to you, so to speak. Put down your wine glass and come over here.” Mary scooted to the center of the couch. “Bring your gift, but leave it in the box, I want to do a formal presentation by first unwrapping you, then finishing unwrapping your new paddle.” I countered by saying that I was too old to be spanked, and asked what would happen if I simply refused to submit to the punishment, as she wasn’t my parent nor my teacher. This was actually very untypical and rather daring of me – but Aunt Pam simply said that I was most certainly not too old to be spanked. “Boys are at their naughtiest in their teens – they need more spanking rather than less as they get older!” she said. Seeing a girl’s pants was unheard of in everyday life, so for it to be sanctioned, legally, was almost akin to waiting for execution where you were not only punished, but legally invaded and destroyed, like in an act of war. It was both somehow thrilling and terrifying. The adults who mostly protected you could also punish you. This kindled in me my first great ‘love’ in the murky world of shadows – the desire to see a pretty girl spanked.