The Spanking Files: Spanked Bottoms

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Mildred went to Ivy’s, where she met Betty and Mary. Like the fire in the plump bottom of our naughty girl, news of the good irls downfall began to spread. Karen got out and some involuntary action told her to stand to attention. Anything good right now, might stop the severity of what was to come. Karen listened, and the message sank in. She knew her Mummy did not do idle talk as regards discipline. You will be pleased to know that visiting me for a spanking means spending time with someone who will not rush you in, spank you, and rush you out. We will have a cup of tea or coffee, chat, swap stories and get to know each other before we get to your spanking. And when we do, you will not be disappointed. You will find that I am not acting, nor playing a role, I am innately a disciplinarian, wherever I am.

Karen took out the envelope containing the slip….the slip…the white crispy slip, the DETENTION SLIP, and walked gingerly by the stairs and into the kitchen. “Hello Mum. I got this today.” Murmurs and a few stifled giggles ran around the room. Every girl knew what that meant. So too did the teachers. 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.

Our unique long-standing event - it happens just once a year - where we joyfully celebrate this English vice. Room to let for clean tidy boy, non smoker, must be new student of the university, correct candidate will enjoy welcoming home of experienced landlady She stepped near him again and stroked his cheek. Then she gave him a deep long kiss, reminding him why he would thrill to submit to her. As a professional domestic disciplinarian, a traditional disciplinarian, please note what you will NOT find here: 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.Looking it the add now it’s easy to read between the lines, young mummy’s boy with no girlfriend wanted to live with older experienced woman; I can’t believe I was so naive. Current travel schedule Based out of Dallas, TX. Extensive travel, particularly to ENGland, Boston, LA, DC, and Vegas

The Bexhill School series of books follows the fortunes (and misfortunes) of two young ladies as they progress through their time at an imaginary girls' school in the late 1950s, when corporal punishment was still a mainstay of discipline. They, their classmates, and even some of the staff are regularly on the receiving end of spankings from implements ranging from the hand to the Dragon cane and even the birch. On an equally down thought. I have noted two long-time commenters have been missing for months. I know one of them has had health issues. In the cyber world people pass and we never know. Reminds me of a few lines of an Emmylou song “Red Dirt Girl”. The spit in her mouth had gone, her knees went weak as she saw Mummy swell before her taking a deep breath. Her eyebrow lifted and vanished beneath her fringe. She sat down, and opened the envelope. When she went to catch the bus now, it was wiggle of a young woman. Even the man with the bowler hat who sat in the same seat every day started to smile, and greet her with a tipping of the hat. She had no idea that he began to see her differently, she just assumed it was cordial familiarity with a regular person he saw on the bus.

As she climbed the stairs thoughts of her own upbringing and the spankings she had received raced through her mind, what part of her naughty bottom had taught her the most? What words had her Mummy used to send the message home? What advice from her mentors, the W.I. and the Vicar helped her do what was needed? The memories spoke to her…”Spare the rod, spoil the child.”“It is for her own good.”“She will thank you one day.” Mummy looked into the mirror, at this distance it was like a well framed photo, her on the bed, her shapely daughter with her upturned rump fine and round, catching the light. She looked at herself, doing what a good loving Mummy should do…her duty. The pain did not leave, it was still growing. Even in the dark of night she could feel the heat on her hand. And lying on her tummy, stroking her poor bottom, she fell asleep. Eight, count em, eight pictures of men being paddled by women. You may have seen them all before. They all still work for me.

A reader sent me this one of my GF. She knows exactly the effect she is having on me by flashing her thigh. She plans to have me in a high state of arousal before her strap is employed. Soon her bottom was a lovely red, spreading down to her upper thigh. Mummy remembered the sit spot and how it stung, so delivered ten right across the point where her voluptuous cheeks joined her thighs. How they bounced, sinking in, then springing up instantly, and how she wriggled trying to pull free of the pain. But Mummy held her firmly, a tight grip around her waist holding the hand that tried to protect her. This annoyed Mummy, she was in mid flow! Everything from the classics to the absurd, role play is where things get exciting! What scene have you always wanted to do? Miss Kelley has tremendous experience in a variety of roles, and can either help you craft the just-right scene, or dive in to your own elaborate creation. Couples I would love to hear more about you spanking girls in HS! I had never considered the protest I might make when a man tries to take my panties down the first time to get some action…but I have never protested a man taking my panties down for a spanking 🙂 I transferred all the content to the new blog. Goggle Advanced Search is able to find specific words in Blogger. WordPress resists such searches.The following are outlines of the types of sessions Miss Kelley offers meant to serve as examples to help guide your discussions with Miss Kelley, and your application. These can be combined or modified to meet your needs. I believe I am similar to many other disciplinarians in my likes and dislikes. We all like the basic courtesies in life, so please arrive at the session showered, well-groomed and with pleasant but not excessive after shave or cologne. Ensure your clothes are clean without dirty collars and please don’t wear greying undergarments.