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I also recall my mother getting a phone call the same day that I received the "bare bottom" spanking. This woman teacher called my house that evening and told my mother what had happened, what she had done.

I often wonder was I really a bad kid. I have asked the older set and they say that compared to today's standards, we were angels. I'm no head shrink but it sounds like I was one very mixed up traumatized little kid. I held so much in, mixed with other abuse at home its no wonder I had so much rage. For which I also got punished for. Not a particular pleasant childhood.Well, as I said, maths isn't my best subject, but I've worked out that if the interest was, say, five per cent a year, then I'd owe you twenty-six apples. Does that sound right to you, Thomas?" Whilst the above can certainly spice up a few fantasies, I can find no evidence to indicate that Elizabeth Markham ever existed. Before Thomas realised what was happening, the agony erupted with increased intensity across his bottom and the room filled with screams. Miss Craven sat down with a sparkle in her eye, flushed with excitement and a smile on her face, as she waited for the screaming and writhing to subside.

This very naughty little boy needs his bottom spanked hard and he’s refusing to obey me – can you help me with him, please?” I’m sure Aunt Pam deliberately used humiliating, babyish language. This angered me and I became quite sullen and sulky. I have heard of students, both boys and girls, getting the strap on the hands but I received something quite different. I(male) got spanked in school. Finally, she turned to me, all smiles and said: “Well, Asher, I think we have an understanding now, don’t you? And now you’ve met my little helpers!”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. I have major issues with my body. I am, even at my age with 3 kids, in pretty good shape. I was always skinny and athletic. I always had bigger than average boobs and a sexy, curvy butt. My husband adores my body and has never said anything otherwise. The problem is that I feel a deep, deep shame when it comes to my body. I think it was because my parents used nudity as punishment. That evening we all went out for our family dinner – GivanTake, Miss Chris, Sarah, Jenni, and Bobby too. What a wonderful way to wind down from a busy party weekend. One day we were doing something that required us to be up from our desks, we were doing some project. We were ALL up around her desk. She suddenly complained and threatens. "The next one who walks behind my desk is going to get it" Well big surprise...it was I that got pushed or funneled so that I had to walk around behind her.

Anyway, I distinctly remember my mother asking me to show her how far my pants and underwear had been pulled down. I remember showing her and the great embarrassment that my mother now knew everything. I have this thing, this feeling, where I am sure she was/is younger than my mother and my mother at 72 is going strong. This woman began sending me to the corner. every day it seemed. Not allowed to turn around, look or speak. She began moving this portable display board or chalk board with legs between me and the class. This isolated me even more. The kids were always younger and I being the big kid the older kid was being made an example of.

Nude Nuns with Big Guns (2010)

Whimpering with fear and humiliation, Thomas slowly undid his trousers and allowed them to drop to the floor, then, with his face now glowing an even brighter red, he eased down his underpants. Hi juliewr. I wrote in one of your other posts and was triggered by the story. I also read your story trying to protect your niece. I am not sure what could be useful to you at this time. To me it was useful to read your story. As always, trauma memories come to me as if they were made up, invented by my imagination. So, remembering what happened to me (spanking, forced sex, etc.) was "unhappy".