RED HOT SPANKING - 8 Stories of Smacked Bottoms, Lewd Satisfaction, and Strict Men! Sassy Women Receive Some Lusty Disciplining... Mature Adult Short Stories

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All that domination stuff can be very wearing. Try writing down a list of everything about him that you don't miss – rather than keep thinking about what you do. Add to it every day. I think you'll find it grows to be quite long. I'm sorry we haven't told you what you wanted to hear, but once you accept the truth of the situation you'll be in a better position to recover from it.

Smacked bottom for a funny boy – Maman: spanking memories

Needless to say, as a boy of 13 I hated the idea, and I was going through a period of constantly falling out with Katie anyway – not just arguing but also physical fighting at times. Naturally, I had protested to Mother about Katie sleeping in my room. Needless to say, my objections were ignored and Katie took great delight in getting one over me, as she saw it. Now remember, you girls,” he said when both of us had had our tushes thoroughly warmed, “we only spank you because we love you, and to help you learn right from wrong. Now, stay here until dinner time, and have a good think about what you did.” Finally, and now with a proper sore bottom, I was lifted into a sitting position on Mum’s lap and enveloped in her arms for a tight hug. She asked: “How was that, funny boy?” I was still a bit breathless, but managed to say: “It stung a lot!” Time to leave them, until the next time…Mummy is downstairs, putting the slipper away, until next time. She knows this will not be the last time it will be used, it will probably have just been the first of many. I was six or seven at the time. It was a beautiful summer and it was arranged that I should go with Hannah and her parents to a summer house they had rented for a couple of weeks. I was more than happy with this plan – I loved Hannah and her parents. Hannah was like a sister to me and her folks were like second parents.

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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.” Without doubt there would be a degree of jealousy from some with troublesome daughters too, and even though she would never admit it, that gave her satisfaction too! I made as if to speak, but Dad took the words out of my mouth. “It’s no good you telling me you won’t do it again. The fact is, young man, you have done it already despite many other warnings.” 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. As I navigated passed my sisters, they gave me a slightly sympathetic look. I learned later that they had listened to every stroke being delivered on my bare bottom – but they also felt sorry for me…

Smacked bottom games – Maman: spanking memories: mothers Smacked bottom games – Maman: spanking memories: mothers

When the spanking finally ended, she pushed me off her lap, informed me I was grounded and told me to get to bed. I had never been so relieved in all my life for a spanking to end. However, the shame was just as bad. I was a very sore and humbled boy and you won’t be surprised to hear that I slept on my stomach that night. Mother looked very angry. She said: “Right. Until one of you owns up, every night you’ll all be going straight to bed after supper.” She was as good as her word, and the following night after school we all found ourselves in bed by 5pm. This sanction continued for about a week until I finally confessed. I was still not brave enough to tell my mother, so I told my father what I had done.

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So, if you had stayed with him you'd probably have had decades of being beaten 'for fun' or 'excitement'. Whatever his problem areas are, I doubt very much if you could have helped him. The incident happened at a private school I attended, which took both boys and girls. The year was 1967, and everyone in that class would have been seven or eight years old at the time. He scurried over and set about draping his long form over her lap (and the entire length of the couch). He felt ridiculous. Someone must be filming this. Georgia, probably. You also won’t be surprised to hear that Katie took every opportunity to tease me about my spanking, telling me in no uncertain terms exactly what she had seen that evening and taunting me: “You never know, Mark – you may even develop soon!” At that, Katie ran out into the garden to tell Mother and to show her the mark on her arm. Mother came in and asked me why had I hit my sister. I thought I could worm my way out of this tight corner – and even if not, the consequences would not be that bad either way as I was nearly 15.

Bottom smacker by Royal appointment – Maman: spanking

Mother looked very stern. “Mark, I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt this time – but I tell you this: next time you hit your little sister, I’m going to pull down your trousers and pants, put you over my knee and thrash you within an inch of your life with the hairbrush. Do you understand me?” Boy, was I wrong! The demise of her spanking brush seemed to anger Mother even further, and reaching down, she removed the hard-soled sandal from her right foot. Then she proceeded to thrash me into the next week.The phrases "don't speak until you are spoken to", "waste not, want not", "no dumb insolence", "respect your elders and betters" were drummed into us, and I can't say that it did us much harm!