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

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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. Sara sniffles for a second, and then steps out of her panties that have gathered around her shoes. She spreads her legs apart as I asked. Penny got a little cross said “will you be quiet or we’ll be caught and then we’ll see who gets it. I’ve a good mind to wallop you now, am in the mood, Lord knows. If I know Mrs F, tables are about to be turned, which we should watch – so your bottom bare can wait for a spectacle that’s rare – our Vicar is clearly a spanking giver, not receiver and he’s about to get it from Mrs F good and proper, if my name’s not Penny!” If wearing a dress, it was pulled up for a spanking over panties. I got to leave my pants up, but my brothers always had their jeans pulled down.

The journey to the end of the day was like some heroic trek in a fantasy novel. Long and arduous. The lunch time collection of the ‘death sentence’ sent a cold shiver to her tummy. The words left the slip and ran amok in her brain. There before her the words threatened her bottom.

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You'll be getting twelve strokes," I say. "You'll count them off as we go. As always, we will begin after you politely request it." Karen liked the strange feeling she felt (in a certain in a certain intimate area) at being exposed. My spankings always came after a short lecture about my misbehavior. My mother would be sitting on a chair or on the side of the bed depending on where I was going to be spanked, and I would be standing in front of her with pants still up. When the time came for the actual spanking is when my pants and panties would come down. Unfortunately I was not always very cooperative with my spankings. I would try to pull away and so my mother would wind up trying to hold me in place with one hand while lowering my pants with the other hand. My protests never succeeded however and soon enough I would find myself over her lap getting every inch of my bare hiney lit on fire with her hand or hairbrush. I was usually very well behaved for a good solid week or so after one of those paddlings! 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.

Mrs. Montgomery has a firm, authoritative mannerof pulling Jennifer over her lap. Somehow or other, Jennifer finds that her tingling wet pussy is nestled up against Mrs. Montgomery's knee and she is pinned there. Jennifer can never figure out how Mrs. Montgomery does this, she only knows that it feels really good and she cannot escape from the stimulation ofher pussy.What follows next is a hand resting on her bare bottom and then several hard slaps punctuated by words of explanation and admonition. After a series of spanks, the hand rubsher warm bottom and a finger or two slidesdown between her thighs into her wetpussy lips, finding her hard little clit. Mrs. Montgomery is not only giving her a spanking; she knows Jennifer needs it and is helping her cum!! As Vicar spanked she advised in clear stentorian tones: “now Vicar, dear, technique to use is outside in/alternate cheeks then up and down and right to left, then left to right across”. The Vicar complied, fell into a rhythm and the music of hand on bare cheek filled the air. You all know the drill.No. I will not loiter out in the hall after first bell, Miss Lane." Lifting her head up and answering loud for the teacher, and the rest of the class, to hear. I snapped, "You don't know! You were the last person driving my new Cadillac! You were out drinking again, weren't you?" Julie, if you are still home when I return I am going to spank you. Your father should have spanked you a long time ago." Except in special cases. She’d even tried to have the class of spank re-formed. So girls could learn technique, if called. A window was open in that small space known as the vestry. As they passed by an unmistakable sound emanated out, rooting them to the spot.

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.Mum told me to report to the sewing room, which was on the first floor just off the kitchen. The protocol never changed--I went to the sewing room, dropped trousers or shorts, folded them and then put them on her ironing board. Then I dropped and folded my tighty whities and put them on top of the pants. I stood to the left of her chair (the only one in the house without arms) and waited for her to appear to administer my punishment. Of course it was different, because it wasn’t my mum. But once I was dangling over her knee, the experience felt very similar. At least I was now dressed in jeans, so I had a little more protection for my rear end. Two ma'am," Sara says. Her voice is weaker now. She will have much difficulty making it to twelve strokes. She hasn't let out any tears yet, but they are on their way. Every girl who has gotten the cane by my hand is reduced to tears by the sixth stroke. Sara seems particularly sensitive, so I expect her to break by the third or fourth. Despite being a stern disciplinarian, Kate was also a very loving mom. She showered her daughters with hugs and kisses, liked to play and joke around with her them when they were being good, and comforted them after they had been punished.

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! Every week for many a year, Friday night to be exact, time of the Frobisher family spank. She would preside, magisterially, for all to see through kitchen window the panorama. Over her lap, hems, trousers and panties down, bottoms bare in the air receiving the benison of spanking palm, the household would go – including anyone else to hand. Now all right thinking followers of spank know the old saying that “all is fair when bottoms are bared and spankers are spanked, and all shall be well”. Mrs F followed this through. When she was done, her own cheeks were roasted and toasted in their turn, by the assembled company. It was quite a sight to see. Penny as neighbour had a first-class seat, over the garden fence. Pulling a chair to the front of her desk she motioned for Tina to come over and get over her knee. Tina went to bend over but was stopped. "Pull everything down, young lady." Now it was Tasha’s turn – her long-suffering spanker was getting impatient so she should complete the task , or else. Besides, it was getting a little cold. English graveyards are never warm. So, Tasha without much further ado, unbuttoned the dungarees. The flaps unflapped, hooks were unhooked and buttons undone, until at last the trews and panties came down (not Raeger but M&S) revealing a sight of total delight – a deeper-cheeked rear of width and girth. Penny gave out a cry of delight – “what an inheritance my dearest friend – your splendid bottom bare – which in time will no doubt be passed on to generations yet unborn”.The top and bottom of this was that Steven became an increasingly disruptive influence on our household and our relationship. I bit my lip and stood my ground for a couple of months, then on a phone call to my mom, I unloaded to her about the problems we were having. 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? There was always a smile or ‘the look’ – of course, we now knew that I was not too big or too old to be put across her knee – she’d proved that point in no uncertain terms! Tina felt excited but afraid at the same time. It's mixed emotions of wanting it but not because she didn't know if she would get spanked now or not. This isn't the first time she has been spanked either. The last time was from chewing gum and she had to spit it out and then go up to Miss Lane and pull only her shorts down to get spanked. She thought she was going to die at first when she exposed her flower-printed underwear to the whole class. But she instead felt exhilarated and turned on. Especially how her butt felt, though, the underwear absorbed a lot of the slaps but she could still feel the burn on her rear end.