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

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Kate also took quite a liking to me. She was very warm and motherly to me, which only made my crush on her grow stronger. I began to imagine what it would be like to be spanked by her. I would lie in bed at night and replay in my head the times I had seen Denise or Kristie being spanked – but substituting myself as the naughty child. Karen remembers the day her adventure at Grammer School began. It was the day she received the letter telling her that she had passed the 11+ exam with flying colours. As a child it was over the knee dress or skirt up panties pulled down. Mom or dad would use there hand. But if I did something that really angred them it was the wooden handeled hair brush, the top of it resembled a small paddel. 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. Sara emits a noise that does not sound like a number, so I wait to hear it. She sobs for several seconds.

But she is too nervous to ask. She doesn't want to risk looking foolish. But she doesn't want to be seen nude either. She finally eeks out the words. 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. They simply must look, but not be seen or they both might go over the knee of enthusiastic newbie, old-time Vicar. Mind you, thought Tasha naughtily, that might not be such a bad thing. Ladies of the PPC over a knee – it had a certain ring The leaving of school behind her and the journey home was sullen. The man in the bowler hat frowned at her as if he knew. The walk from the bus stop to her lovely cottage was heavy and slow. Two of Mummy’s friends saw her and nudged each other. Was that a snigger? Well what a tour de force. In minutes that man without his cloth had gone from white to deepest red. Tasha could hardly stop herself from blurting “hooray, well done!”. Now Vicar was a chap and it was evident that lying over the lap his nature-given ‘hood had grown somewhat. Mrs F had foreseen this and carefully placed it between her legs as she had spanked away – imagine the scene without difficulty – which of course had rubbed it. The delights of a spanking for a chap is that he can get pleasure at two ends, which has a result, put delicately. Now Mrs F knew all this – of course she did – being a woman of not just a few summers and a matriarch to boot. Which is why she firmly believed that a chap who submitted to the indignity should occasionally have his reward. She kept a flannel nearby, said whilst reviewing her own handiwork “don’t worry Vicar, I’ll mop up and all will be well with the world. She reached down and very discreetly tugged a bit more. For long experience of boys and men she knew ‘better in than out’. To ‘clear the gunwales’ was, she thought, in every respect a very healthy thing.Karen listened, and the message sank in. She knew her Mummy did not do idle talk as regards discipline.

The last time Sara was punished, she got the paddle on top of her panties. She likely has no idea that this time, she is going to be caned on her bare bottom. It's time for her to find out. Almost a minute passed, but it felt longer. Karen looked at her beautiful Mummy, the rounded body looked so cosy and even at this moment strangely comforting, her Mummy bear almost. She saw her Mummy looking at her bush, her hips, she could almost read the thoughts in her head…”My my, my little girl is a girl no more.” 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.Baring our behinds for an over the knee hand spanking was always done by our parents. Only by dad after we were 10 or so and it continued that way well into high school. Dad was a high school and college football player and even at 17 he had no problem taking down our pants and underwear and taking us over his lap for a tanning. The type of corporal punishment we provide is usually a spanking, performed with a paddle or often a cane if the girl has been especially insubordinate. The paddling or caning is performed on the girl's behind, with minimal if any clothing to provide cover. The shop assistant was indeed a W.I. member, and knew the women in the village. Mummy knew that it would soon be common knowledge that she was now armed. 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 door In Karen’s case Mummy simply said, “I have signed it, and returned it already. Let me say this just once Karen. If you are ever punished at school, you will be punished again at home, understood?”