Over Her Knee (Becoming Hers Series Book 1)

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For what seemed like the longest time, I stood there dumbfounded, staring at this diminutive but imperious female before me. 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. My second great desire in this weird and shadowy dimension was to be spanked myself by a stern, no-nonsense older female. This was kindled in me by Aunt Pam, with the help of her friend Doreen, who lived with her.

At first, Penny thought, it could be Laywoman Lawson, known as Michelle – a very similar size and shape, but no, the voice was not quite right to be her. Spankings were common after that first one, ranging from what Lucille referred to as, “a nice little spanking,” applied when she wanted to get my attention, to an all-out and prolonged punishment paddling to correct some willful misbehavior. Always fair, Lucille was also always strict and demanding. Always, that is, until two weeks ago when she suddenly left me, losing a brief but spirited bought with cancer. Then I heard her trot out this little ditty. “Spank a boy and do it right, trousers down, pants up tight. And if he smiles when he should frown, then spank him with his pants right down.” With that, Aunt Pam pulled my jeans down, exposing my underpants. My face was now near to the floor and I remember clearly the smell of the carpet, mixed with tobacco smoke as Doreen lit up a cigarette. Why haven’t you taken his pants down?” Doreen asked with interest. “Oh my dear, that’s far too vulgar.”“But you used to cane Rory on his bare bottom?”“Ah that’s different – he’s my son, whereas this one is merely in my charge. I’ve no desire to see what he’s got down there! But pants up nice and tight, and we have a perfect view. Now we’ll see who’s boss, young man!”I was being sent to Aunt Kay’s for further discipline after failure to improve my behaviour, what rubbish! I thought, and to top it all off – in school uniform too!

Protected: A Naughty Little Witch…A Private Little Story for Club Members Only ~ featuring Suzette. Nervously, I straightened my pants again, feeling the squelch of the come still in my underwear. If only she would say something definite, something to indicate how she felt about this. I could not deny that a small part of me imagined her being maybe a little intrigued. But that was just a childish fantasy, too much to hope for. Penny had a half-hearted attempt at dissuading them both: “Natasha, its wrong to take a peak at a private meeting, bottoms bare or not. If you insist, I’ll spank your bare to kingdom come…” I began a half-hearted attempt at straightening things up, but I couldn’t get into it, and I ended up sitting mindlessly on the couch in front of the TV for most of the rest of the afternoon. There wasn’t anything interesting on, but it didn’t really matter. Now!” Vera demanded, “or this little incriminating document may find its way to an ad in the evening paper.”This was a further bombshell – I’d never been told to take my trousers down for any punishment before. I just stood there transfixed, my heart in my mouth. I was definitely having a huge adrenalised reaction, and I froze like an animal caught in headlights.

I bobbed and nodded. "Yes, m-" I shook my head, as though to clear it, and began to move towards the door. mother watched as my wife told me to lie across the padded cedar chest. I was testy and said I would not 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!” Mrs. Johnson took me and Justin up to his room, where she told me to strip to my underwear. After doing that she placed me across her knee and began spanking me by hand. They hurt, but not too bad, and I was beginning to think I’d come out of this situation just fine. All this time I thought I was punishing you when you got out of line, but you've been enjoying it. Answer me."

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We were led into the bathroom. Between the two baths was an ordinary chair that Matron pulled out. I was banished to the corner behind her and then Simon was stood before here whilst she lectured him again. “I have been storing up several spankings for you, so now you are going to have them all in one go. Right – let me take your pants down and put you over my lap.” Simon was stripped and over her knee he went, his plump pale little bottom uppermost and his underpants dangling from one ankle. knee. You mother suggested it might take a number of visits to my office before you learned to obey a This was the only time I ever shared a spanking with another boy. Afterwards, I remember sitting next to Simon in the classroom with both of us constantly shifting from cheek to cheek as the sting became too much to bear. Our bottoms were still glowing at bedtime, much to the amusement of our friends. My Aunt finished her chastisement of me with her slipper and I had to really cry out this time for her to stop, it was sheer agony upon an already sore bottom, I had well and truly received a proper spanking worthy of any naughty girl.

This all changed when I was 13. Aunt Pam was a Christian fundamentalist, and in my teens I’d sometimes stay weekends or for a time in school holidays at her lovely house in Amersham, and she became a kind of tutor to me too. A few days after my search, which was frustratingly unsuccessful, I responded to our front doorbell; there was Vera. I bit my lip, trying to tell myself this was all a bad dream and what had just happened had not actually happened. I glanced over at Justin, who was looking more and more uncomfortable, and extremely repentant (I guess that’s what his mother was hoping for). 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.On the second day, things took an unexpected turn, while we were all at a neighbourhood playground. Kristie was playing on the jungle gym, while Denise and I took turns on the slide. Kate and Dad sat at a nearby picnic table, talking and watching us.