The Call of the Spanked Bottom: Six stories of M/F bare bottom discipline (Stories Of Spanked Women)

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Mum told me to report to the sewing room, which was on the first floor just off the kitchen. The protocol never changed--I went to the sewing room, dropped trousers or shorts, folded them and then put them on her ironing board. Then I dropped and folded my tighty whities and put them on top of the pants. I stood to the left of her chair (the only one in the house without arms) and waited for her to appear to administer my punishment. 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. Jeremy heard the switch as it whistled through the air. He clenched his ass cheeks in fear, but was not totally prepared for the excruciating pain he was to feel. The first strike instantaneously caused his eyes to fill with tears again.

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. When my mom spanked me when I was younger and still getting it over the knee, she usually bared my bottom, pulling my pants and underwear down together. Sometimes if I was standing at the time, she would pull them down anywhere from mid-thigh to my knees, then take me over her knee. Other times, I might already be over her knee and she would pull them down about mid-thigh. 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. My birthday fell on a Monday that year, but during the school summer holidays. The day before, my parents had arranged a surprise trip to a theme park. Part of the surprise was that Tom and his parents came along – it was a brilliant day out.With my mom, spanking was a last resort, to be used only for exceptionally naughty behaviour. But for Kate, spanking was the go-to discipline. I probably got spanked two or three times a year, but it seemed like Denise and Kristie got their bottoms tanned more than two or three times in a week.

Tom laughed and my mum was laughing at my predicament, knowing full well how sensitive my behind must already be from our earlier encounter. Then, I heard Tom’s mum say ‘come here, birthday boy’ and I presented myself for my second spanking of the day. 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. Penny got a little cross said “will you be quiet or we’ll be caught and then we’ll see who gets it. I’ve a good mind to wallop you now, am in the mood, Lord knows. If I know Mrs F, tables are about to be turned, which we should watch – so your bottom bare can wait for a spectacle that’s rare – our Vicar is clearly a spanking giver, not receiver and he’s about to get it from Mrs F good and proper, if my name’s not Penny!”Karen remembers the day her adventure at Grammer School began. It was the day she received the letter telling her that she had passed the 11+ exam with flying colours. Really," Jeremy said, "I thought I'd gotten the worst of it because I couldn't watch tv for a week." All of my spankings were done on the bare bum. For 90% of them, Gram would undo my pants and take them down and then my underwear was pulled down separately. All the way to the ankles. For the remainder of them, the most common alternative was to be told "Go to your room, take your pants and underwear down and have your bare bottom in the corner when I come to spank you." having gone to Catholic school we wore skirts or jumpers most of the time.. Mom would put us over her knee usually seated on a kitchen chair raise our skirt or jumper or dress if it was Sunday pull down our panties and take the wooden spoon to our bare bottoms before she was done the panties would work there way down and be on the floor, If we were in for the belt from dad then we would have to bend over the couch skirt raised and dad would take our panties off for the belt. If a kitchen chair was in the middle of the kitchen with a wooden spoon on it when we got home you knew someone of the six of us was in for a bare bottom spanking Sara takes hold of her panties and pulls them down to her mid-thigh area. As she does, she catches a glimpse of me approaching her from behind, cane in hand. There is no mistaking the fear in her eyes.

Well what a tour de force. In minutes that man without his cloth had gone from white to deepest red. Tasha could hardly stop herself from blurting “hooray, well done!”. Now Vicar was a chap and it was evident that lying over the lap his nature-given ‘hood had grown somewhat. Mrs F had foreseen this and carefully placed it between her legs as she had spanked away – imagine the scene without difficulty – which of course had rubbed it. The delights of a spanking for a chap is that he can get pleasure at two ends, which has a result, put delicately. Now Mrs F knew all this – of course she did – being a woman of not just a few summers and a matriarch to boot. Which is why she firmly believed that a chap who submitted to the indignity should occasionally have his reward. She kept a flannel nearby, said whilst reviewing her own handiwork “don’t worry Vicar, I’ll mop up and all will be well with the world. She reached down and very discreetly tugged a bit more. For long experience of boys and men she knew ‘better in than out’. To ‘clear the gunwales’ was, she thought, in every respect a very healthy thing. Karen took out the envelope containing the slip….the slip…the white crispy slip, the DETENTION SLIP, and walked gingerly by the stairs and into the kitchen. “Hello Mum. I got this today.” 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.” Everything," I say in no uncertain terms. Here you go boys, I hope you enjoy it. Sara unhooks her bra fastener and places her bra onto the chair as well.As a general rule, the girls are required to lift their skirts or dresses, or remove them completely, so that they may be spanked on the seat of their panties. Often, however, I may see fit to instruct the girls to remove their panties, so that they may be spanked on the bare bottom. Sure enough a ringing instruction rang out, clear as a bell, which was their cue to resume their viewing position: “right, Vicar, I think you’ve covered the terrain. Now we change places and I show you how it’s done. Only fair when bottoms are bare that givers are also receivers”. Expression (Optional mood/title along with your name) Examples: (happy, sad, The Joyful, etc.) help) He couldn't see clearly because there were still tears in his eyes, and he was only beginning to control his snuffling, but was also very aware of the pain to come. In fact, if he thought that it might help, he could have asked her to stop, but he decided to complete the punishment for nothing else but his manly pride. I married Jason in the mid 80s, and at the time his son Steven had just turned five years old. Jason’s ex had a big drug problem so he had had custody of the boy since they broke up, when Steven was just two.

Karen listened, and the message sank in. She knew her Mummy did not do idle talk as regards discipline.No, it was not Michelle. Then she got it. The bottom bare its owner fair was Mrs F – she lived next door. Well, well, well. Matriarch of six herself, of Family Frobisher: a husband, two daughters, two sons, a nephew and a niece. She was no stranger to give and receive, that time honoured fashion of women and men.