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At first, Penny thought, it could be Laywoman Lawson, known as Michelle – a very similar size and shape, but no, the voice was not quite right to be her. A few days later, when my visit was almost over, Kate and my Dad sat all three of us kids down and made an announcement – they were getting married. One day when Jennifer and Mrs. Montgomery are alone in the house, a very tentative lunchtimeconversation begins on the subject of the spankingJennifer had witnessed. Jennifer senses where this might beleading, and the tension and anticipation builds up inside her. Suddenly the conversation takes on a more serious tone, and Jenniferfinds herself standing next to a chair in which Mrs. Montgomery is sitting, just like the old days at home. "Jennifer, I am going to give you a spanking..." "Oh my god...oh my god" Jennifer is screaming inside herself. She feels her pants being tugged down and then Mrs. Montgomery's thumbs hooked inside the waistband of her panties. In one swiftmotion, her panties are pulled down over her bottom and she steps out of them. 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.” Tasha said “now Penny, you know you want to and as parish council member it is your business to know what’s what, which includes Vicar’s tendency –he is quite new. Call it parish practicalities, and by all means I’ll bend and bare for old fashioned justice when we are through…”
A little tune is played, we sup our first gulp, look at the bottoms on show, and settle down for a blushing bottom tale of spanking… She did everything herself and I was expected to stand perfectly still. She'd take my pants down usually to my knees and lecture me during it and after I was standing there in my underwear. Wait." Miss Lane stopped him before he opened it. "You are going in here, over there. . . in the trash can. If you really have to go I will take more belief in you next time. Well go pee." Standing up from her desk and watching him walk over to the trash can in the corner of the class. Regular bin with the plastic trash bag in it. We walked with bowed heads to the bench and sat down. “She’s going to spank us,” said Kristie. “Yup, definitely,” Denise answered. I sat there not knowing what to expect. I had been wanting this spanking for weeks, but now that it might actually happen – and even take place in a public park – I was feeling a twinge in my stomach. 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?
Well, another thing which Penny noticed, was not surprising in itself but she took with utmost discretion and tact, although she was feeling very like that herself – a wetness on the lap where Tasha’s weight was bearing. Her instinct was to ignore but note – Tasha would sort that on her own. Yet, she took it as a compliment that she and Tasha could share such things – a bottom bare, the natural juices, all so healthy – that a spanking sometimes produces when done as it should be – vigorously, as Mrs F would say. My mom did all the spankings dad was always away for work she would tell to go to my room and take off my pants and underwear and stand in the corner until she came in she always used a belt that hung on the inside of my closet door 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."
Karen was on her tummy. She was sniffing now, not crying, and trying to understand the lovely feeling she has in her most intimate area, as she gently pushes up and down on the bed, her bright red bobbing up and down, which she can see, in the mirror, if she looks over. Which of course she does…There is always a rather rowdy, ribald crowd, with plump bare bottomed lasses on their knees giggling. The majority are plump older women, with ‘their girl’. We go and sit, she is about to start a tale….not verse, not poetry, but something akin to Chaucer, and his Canterbury tales.
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! 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. In the corner is Ma, a stout middle aged woman. Sat on a stool by her side at a piano, is Pa. she tells stories, spanking stories, he….just now and then….tinkles a little accompaniment. I snapped, "You don't know! You were the last person driving my new Cadillac! You were out drinking again, weren't you?" At home, mom spanked me full naked, always with a prolonged lecture first. Sometimes, I would undress myself, other times mom would assist. In public settings, such as restrooms, I would only have my pants and shorts lowered to the knees.
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The door handle slipped in her sweaty palm, the door made a noise far too loud. Mummy sounded so joyous as she shouted, “Hello dear, had a good day? Come and give Mummy a hug, I need one today.” She released me from her embrace and added: “That’ll make sure you remember your 13th birthday, won’t it?”And yes, I remember it as clearly as the day it happened. She had friends there, she had respect, she even had a few who envied her. Also, quite possibly, a few ladies, especially the young mothers, were in awe of her, even, more than a little scared of her. Now, I have a delectable surprise in store for you. Right now, a very pretty girl is on her way to my office. She is nineteen years old, has curly brown hair that falls just below her shoulders, and bright blue eyes. She has long, lovely legs, a slim waist, beautiful breasts, and a cute, round and firm bottom. She is a member of the school swim team and she plays the violin. Her name is Sara Patterson, and when she gets here, I am going to give her a spanking.
Finally, Yes I did see both my brother and my sister both get their bare butts spanked when they were teenagers. Last time I saw my brother get spanked, he was sixteen. Mom made him bare his butt and bend over with hands on knees in the living room and wore him out with a belt for bringing home an F on his report card. Last time I saw my sister get spanked was when she was sixteen in the living room over mom's knee. She came home well past curfew and mom spanked her bare bottom with a hairbrush and then after spanking her grounded her. My brother was 16 last time he got spanked and my sister was 17. Once I was in place, I heard her say: “You are such a naughty boy, Jay! Birthday or not, 13 is not too old for a good old-fashioned spanking!”I still get a shiver of excitement thinking about those words – if I ever find a girlfriend who is willing to spank me for fun, I will ask her to say that every time! Get up here." She sighed, then scolded, "Can we not have one week where someone in this class is not getting punished? Is that so much to ask for? What is this, kindergarten?"Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your Now Penny, my dear”, said Tasha “I know I have been out of line as chum and deserve attentions to my bare bum. May I say, we’ve just had a masterclass in how it’s done from Mrs F, shall we set to?” To my relief, in the morning we not only had a chastened boy but actually a very kind and obedient one. Steven came straight up to me in the kitchen and hugged my legs, saying: “I’m sorry, Mommy.” It was the first time he had called me that, and I felt very close to him all of a sudden. To say the least, the meal was a slow somber affair. Mummy had given her a small portion, knowing that her tummy would be in knots. Soon the table was cleared, and the pots washed. Once they were all put away, Mummy spoke. “Up you go.”Karen climbed the curved oak stair case slowly, her head down. She reached the landing and sulkily walked to her door. In she went and shut the door behind her, resting against it. She cried, she had let her Mummy down, she had been naughty girl. After all her praise, she was now a naughty girl, about to get a bare bottom spanking
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