Over Her Knee: A Spanking Tale of Male Submission

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When we sat down she asked why I wanted to be spanked. I told her what had happened and that I could not ask my mum. She said you should be careful with what you wished for. I knew I wanted this and she said, “Okay, I will only use my hand but pat my foot if it hurts too much.” I was so excited that when she took my jeans down there was a growing bulge already in place. She laughed with amusement and a trace of delight as she slid my underwear down and then secured me firmly over her knee. Penny said, “What, now and here? Tasha, darling girl, you’ve’ got a walloping coming your way, hell or high water, but what do you mean? I’m taking you home by the ear, to deal with your rear…”. A few days after my search, which was frustratingly unsuccessful, I responded to our front doorbell; there was Vera. I wept openly at the loss. Lucille was my rudder, my anchor—my disciplinarian, yes, but also my wife, guardian and lover. Although all of our friends knew Lucille was in charge, no one ever knew the details of the agreement and relationship we shared, at least not in full. I found I was lost without her. My performance at the office suffered significantly, and in my depressed state I ignored the solicitations of our friends, finding little remaining joy in life.

She sits, legs open, her chin on her hand, elbow on knee. “Hello all, I think you’ll like this un!” Tasha said, “Penny, now listen we’re both hot and bothered. No need to go far. This churchyard’s large, let’s find a grave stone and you can set to…”I could feel Vera’s eyes on my exposed, blistered bottom as I stood teary eyed at the sink, washing a week’s worth of dirty dishes, and the image was making me rise again. It was very clear my depression, loneliness, and self-pity would no longer be allowed. yes my dear, they certainly are, a sunset glow I must say – quite satisfactory on this day of major lessons and surprises!”. Tasha meanwhile was lost in an ecstatic bliss – her bottom stung like crazy. When at last the business finished she asked her mentor a special favour which touched Penny to the core: “Gosh, your spanking hand is tip top shape these days. Are my cheeks red, they feel that way, but are behind so cannot see” : I was amazed. I had been spanked by my parents and my aunt before, but those spankings were always done in private. I had never seen or imagined a grown-up giving a child an over-the-knee spanking in a public setting like that. Although there was no-one else using the playground at the time, I’m sure that people driving by on the road must have noticed. This was a further bombshell – I’d never been told to take my trousers down for any punishment before. I just stood there transfixed, my heart in my mouth. I was definitely having a huge adrenalised reaction, and I froze like an animal caught in headlights.

Why haven’t you taken his pants down?” Doreen asked with interest. “Oh my dear, that’s far too vulgar.”“But you used to cane Rory on his bare bottom?”“Ah that’s different – he’s my son, whereas this one is merely in my charge. I’ve no desire to see what he’s got down there! But pants up nice and tight, and we have a perfect view. Now we’ll see who’s boss, young man!”

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Ever since I had the seat of my pants heated by a pretty teacher in front of the class, I have been hooked on spanking. Not only did it give me a warm glowing feeling, I derived some inexplicable thrill from the public embarrassment and loved the control that this teacher had over me Despite being a stern disciplinarian, Kate was also a very loving mom. She showered her daughters with hugs and kisses, liked to play and joke around with her them when they were being good, and comforted them after they had been punished. One early morning fair, whilst out for a walk, Penny and Tasha strolled past the church. As oft they did when Tasha was home on leave. Doreen seemed only too delighted to assist. “What do you want me to do?” she asked. “We’ll let’s see how co-operative he becomes,” Aunt Pam replied, “we’ll start with the cane.”