Spanking Nuns Stories

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I do appreciate your comment. Its better than no comment at all because at least I'm getting others view. Your childhood days are different than mine. You saw things that I never saw. The Littles Party in Sarah’s suite was later on in the evening and I went to that. She had many little playmates there and they were all well behaved, thankfully. I’m not a “littles” fan and only go because it means so much to Sarah to have her Momma there. Sometimes these play parties can get out of hand with a bunch of over-sized brats throwing paper airplanes, shooting water pistols and just being annoying. I have no patience for this whatsoever! She felt weak and could barely breathe. "I don't understand," she said. But perhaps she did understand. He stared so. Almost avid. 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.

This woman just lifted me up and placed me further forward. I am hanging upside down now with blood rushing to my head and my shirt has fallen to cover much of my head and expose my shoulders. I feel this lump in my throat and my mouth is so dry. Good. I'll expect you at 8am sharp." She raised her eyebrows slightly, indicating that she expected a reply in the affirmative. 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. My school problems also started out as corner time. I failed grade one and had to repeat. By about grade 2-3 is where the trouble started.

Come in, Thomas," she said firmly, leading him to a large oak study, then sitting down behind a desk to face him.

Stroke two confirmed it had been no mistake - it was even harder. Thomas shrieked in agony and began to struggle.I saw Lindsy at 2:00 and gave her a punishment spanking while Bobbie-Jo watched. Lindsy needed a reminder of what happens to naughty girls when they text and drive plus she didn’t get all her assignments done on time. I used my hand, leather straps, paddles, and hairbrushes. Although we did have the cane at my sweet little primary school in Wembley, London, in the 1960s, I managed to avoid it. However, at my senior school I was regularly caned and slippered as we all were, going into the 1970s.

When we arrived at Givan’s place I got settled in and decided he needed some OTK attention so I called him into the bedroom and gave him a good one. 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. Many times I returned to my seat to squirm uncomfortably at the sting and heat. This was always done before corner time now. I would be spanked over her lap in front of the class and then made to stand in the corner. I was extremely busy at TASSP – shot 2 videos, which should be edited and available soon, did 7 sessions, and participated in 2 demonstrations at the event.Always on the bare, Thomas. Always on the bare," she said patiently, "There's no other way. Now take them down at once or I will double the number of strokes." There are many spanking stories featuring a governess as the key protagonist, either as one who administers corporal punishment to her charges, or who receives it herself from her employers. The governess is depicted as a kind of surrogate mother, expected to suppress any desire for the possibility of her own marriage or motherhood. Not that there would be any time to pursue her own interests, as in addition to educational supervision, she was responsible for the social and moral development of her charges. Children carried their experience with their governesses well into adulthood. By then, they might have been either traumatized by cruel and sadistic instructors, or filled with fondness and admiration for the women who were invariably closer to them than their own mothers, based on the sheer amount of time they had spent together during the child's formative years and beyond. 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’m going to Dallas Nov 12 – 19 for a personal visit plus do a few sessions with some of my regular Texas boys. Whilst the above can certainly spice up a few fantasies, I can find no evidence to indicate that Elizabeth Markham ever existed.