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He remembered being tied to a chair wearing only his briefs, tightly bound, gagged and blindfolded. After an hour of teasing, he was told to bring himself off while Kim watched. It was humiliating but exciting. I stretched out across my sister's legs and relaxed. These spankings take quite a while and Shayla and I both wanted to make sure my butt was good and red so Mom wouldn't think she'd gone easy on me. Shayla must have spanked me for twenty minutes! She probably overdid it, but that was the safer option. Anya's receptionist showed Carly her responsibilities. All files stored in their correct locations, and excellent reports of her coffee, smoothed her professional entrance. At the far end of the basement was a table – and still lying there, where it had been left ,was the paddle. I was buzzing with hormones. It was the first time I’d seen a real paddle that had been used on children’s bottoms. It was about 20in long, including the handle and maybe 3in wide.

You know you should have done it right after lunch. Besides, you'll put it off and probably won't do it." Beyond the thrill of the power shift, what Claire didn’t expect was how intimate the sex would be. “The person has to be very trusting of you. You have to listen to their physical cues and gauge if they’re having pleasure or if you’re hurting them. You have a lot of control, and that became very sexy to me. Before Jim, I’d always thought of myself as submissive, but through that experience I accessed a totally different side of myself.” Kim steepled her hands in front of her. Mark couldn’t help noticing that the top two buttons of her blouse were open and this seemed to bring attention to her ample breasts. She then said, “Well, you know the drill by now. Let me get my stuff.” She stood up and left the room. One warm summer day, my aunt went out and we were playing in the yard wearing our short pants and T-shirts. After a while, we got very rough with each other, screaming and using foul language. The next thing I knew, we were rolling in the flower bed and broke many of the plants. Anya smiled. Miss Roberts hadn't agreed to this offer, but understanding young women was her entire business. Plus, she'd argue for Carly.Whatever the cause, I didn't mind the spanking. In fact, it was sort of fun! I know that sounds crazy, but it's true. I wasn't embarrassed -- it was my twin, my other half -- spanking me, and it was an intimate experience. There was pain, but without the condemnation it didn't hurt nearly as much as usual. The sting was even pleasant at times, making me grin even through my winces. My bottom grew warm and toasty and it was a good feeling. Tapping her panties, the cane slashed into her bottom. Intense pain soared. She hissed as its heat scorched her mind. Live lines of fiery pain blistered her lying cheeks. Welcoming each searing stroke, her skin flamed in agony as her mind berated her and heavy marks of hypocrisy hurt her soft cheeks. Maybe we won't even have to tell Mom," I said. "If we punish each other hard enough, she doesn't need to know." Then Shayla wanted her turn and I couldn't very well refuse that. So I got ten from her, too. I remember being very worried what Mom was going to do when she got home. That wasn't for another hour, though, and about every ten or fifteen minutes my sisters insisted on warming my butts with a few more swats. I must have gotten 20 from each by the time Mom arrived.

I obliged, and watched her wiggle. It was great fun, though I reflected that soon enough it would be my turn to feel the burn of the hairbrush, which gave me caution. But after a gradual first minute where I spanked her slowly, I was soon paddling away as hard and fast as Mom ever did. Shayla's butt was just so cute I couldn't resist. I also felt a strange obsession to get the whole thing a deep, dark red without any unsightly crimson blotches, so I worked the brush all over as though painting a wall, until every inch was the same uniform color. Kim jerked in her bonds as the icy cold droplets hit her ravaged nipple. She shook her head pleading for mercy, but Mark merely repeated the treatment on the other nipple. Mark took the rapidly melting ice and rubbed it down the slope of Kim’s large breasts even as his prisoner jerked at her bonds uselessly.

Going Deep For You!

You can have a dozen if you like," Thomas called out cheerfully from half way up the tree, relishing the opportunity to demonstrate his bravery, as his two friends watched him from the other side of the gate.

A lawyer, in charge of his firm's dress code, uses his position to administer corporal punishment. (2,360 words.)

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It was over, but for a few moments I stayed bent over that table. It never occured to me to ask Val to stop and the truth is that although she swung a mean paddle (I suspect she’d had some practice over the years as a mom), I had also found the spanking exciting and perversely enjoyable. Val managed to hit just the right note – hard enough to really sting without being enough to have me bawling my eyes out. She stood, then walked up to stand behind him, then gently traced a finger across the lattice of angry weals that covered his bottom. Teachers had their favourite belts, some with two thongs...others with three, and it was a common sight for the leather monstrosity to be displayed on the teacher's desk in full view of the class as a warning. Fortunately for me, English was a fairly safe subject and I managed to escape her wrath. However - I DID receive the belt once and really through no fault of mine! Then suddenly, he stopped and said the words I was dreading. “It’s about time you learned a lesson, son. Fetch the belt from my drawer.” My heart sank – I was actually going to get the belt! I began to speak but stopped, as I realised there was no point. Once my dad’s mind was made up, any argument would have likely just made things worse for me and my bottom.

Carly, please trust me. Growing up, my friends got caned." She maintained her momentum. "You've intended to visit Miss Roberts for years, haven't you?" It wasn't anything like a spanking from Mom. Mom's spanks were vigorous. She had a heavy hand. Shayla and I were close and I knew she didn't want to hurt me, so her petite hand was light. Even after several minutes I wasn't wiggling like I did from Mom. My parents weren’t super strict, but it was made clear to me that they wouldn’t tolerate being ’embarrassed’ by my behaviour at school. To emphasise this point, my dad kept an old school tawse (corporal punishment had been banned in educational establishments a few years before I was born) and wasn’t shy about threatening me with it.

(****, F/f, Severe, severe daughter strapping)

In the cloakroom I learned what it was that she said to the students. In a quiet voice she told me she was sorry she had to strap me, but she felt I'd been wanting to be strapped for a long time and that afternoon I had talked in class just to get her to strap me. But boy, did this news ever take the shine off my day! I was pissed off. I tried to be cool and convince myself it wasn’t as much fun as a ride in the Mustang, but inside I was screaming with frustration. I would have killed to have been there and to join in. OK, it wasn’t an over-the-knee spanking, but a paddling for fun had been missed.

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