Over Her Knee (Becoming Hers Series Book 1)

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My second great desire in this weird and shadowy dimension was to be spanked myself by a stern, no-nonsense older female. This was kindled in me by Aunt Pam, with the help of her friend Doreen, who lived with her.

I am 60 years old and one evening my wife was angry with me for being disrespectful and rude to her sister who was visiting for the weekend telling me I was to I held out my hand, albeit with a dollop of attitude, but Aunt Pam said: ““You silly boy! I’m not going to cane your hands – there’s far too much risk of injury, especially as you play the piano. There’s only one place God has decreed that naughty boys should be punished, and that’s on the bottom.”

All this time I thought I was punishing you when you got out of line, but you've been enjoying it. Answer me." I was not pleased by this interruption, nor Vera’s imperious attitude, but I suppose since Lucille left Vera her business, it was only reasonable she would have to spend time with the documents and records in Lucille’s study, at least until she was able to transfer the whole lot to her own apartment.

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…” of her mother. I was embarassed the spanking made my male organ hard. And humiliated knowing her mother We’ll see,” Vera said. “Perhaps if you are very, very obedient from now on, I’ll save you that disgrace. Still,” she added, “you can’t be let off scot-free. Fetch me Lucille’s paddle,” she demanded, sternly. “It’s time I got to work.” Well Vicar look startled but in the face of matronly will, he complied. It was indeed quite a scene. Mrs F pushed herself off the spanking lap, bottom bare red-pink all over – majestic and regal, plump and broad, Tasha thought, with possibly the deepest cleft she had ever in her young life seen. In that moment a plan was formed that before she left for Norland-land, she would pay a visit to that lap, if she could possibly afford. Tasha felt the juices flowing, and had to restrain from bursting in on that scene, crying “please, please, spank me!” I’m going to give you a taster of each of my little helpers – three with the cane, three with the slipper and three with the board.”“You can’t make me!” I protested, but with that she called Doreen into the room.A window was open in that small space known as the vestry. As they passed by an unmistakable sound emanated out, rooting them to the spot. I countered by saying that I was too old to be spanked, and asked what would happen if I simply refused to submit to the punishment, as she wasn’t my parent nor my teacher. This was actually very untypical and rather daring of me – but Aunt Pam simply said that I was most certainly not too old to be spanked. “Boys are at their naughtiest in their teens – they need more spanking rather than less as they get older!” she said. Shakily, and with her help, I lifted myself off her legs and started to stand. I wobbled for a moment, and then found my balance, and she took her steadying hands away.

In due time, this joyous fact would be shared with parish ladies as they discussed the merits and joys of bottoms bare and spanking matters, over each other’s knee as it turned out, on Wednesday nights at Ladies Group. But that was for the near future. There and then, in real time, there was some proper action due.The sitting room was comfortable and perfectly cosy, and not entirely dissimilar to the informal study of a Head Mistress, I studied the expensive looking wood and soft furnishings trying hard not to divert my gaze to the leather Tawse’s laying innocently yet menacingly enough on top of her writing desk, all of them had the tell-tale acute angle formed in the middle of their length telling me they had rested over the shoulder’s of former Tutor’s and that in fact, they were the real thing… oh bugger! I suddenly had the utmost horrible feeling that they had been laid out especially for me. Focus, Charlotte, your Aunt is speaking to you, try to find a way out of this! Slight of stature Vera may be, but she is what would be called “wiry” in a man—strong and athletic in a compact frame. I managed to stifle further outcry for the next dozen spanks, but Vera was applying the paddle with at least as much authority as Lucille ever did. Eventually I could no longer keep my distress under control, and I began to beg and plead for her to stop. When this had no effect, I cried out and promised to mend my ways. The paddling proceeded unabated. I ultimately surrendered completely and lay sobbing in submission as Vera continued to apply spank after burning spank to my naked and defenseless bottom. For what seemed like the longest time, I stood there dumbfounded, staring at this diminutive but imperious female before me. Finally, she turned to me, all smiles and said: “Well, Asher, I think we have an understanding now, don’t you? And now you’ve met my little helpers!” The imperious demand: “What do you think you are doing?” suddenly snatched me from my reverie. “You were told to clean this place up!” Vera had entered the room without my noticing.

mother watched as my wife told me to lie across the padded cedar chest. I was testy and said I would not I was to report at 2pm and as the hours seemed to fly past, and before I fully realised the gravity of the situation I found myself outside Aunt Kay’s door, before being ushered inside, be brave Charlotte, my inner mind told me, don’t let her control you, don’t be a silly girl. This incident occurred when I was into my second year at the school, and I was nine years old. That autumn, a new boy, Simon, joined the school and moved into our dormitory. Simon immediately became Matron’s favourite because he was so little and could be very cute when he wanted to be. Except in special cases. She’d even tried to have the class of spank re-formed. So girls could learn technique, if called. yes my dear, they certainly are, a sunset glow I must say – quite satisfactory on this day of major lessons and surprises!”.

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When Denise’s spanking was over and she returned to the spot where she had been standing, Kate looked at me and said: “Your turn, young man.” I was standing about 10ft away, but the walk to that bench felt like one of those dreams in which you are walking toward a destination but never get any closer to it. My head was spinning – I felt scared, embarrassed, and exhilarated, all at the same time.