The sobbing didn’t as the heat sank in, and pain exploded, she just wailed and wailed.”Now up you get… and straight to bed young lady, AND stay there… Once you have stopped crying I don’t want to hear another peep out of you…do you hear? Or you will be going over my knee again… Okay it’s done!” They simply must look, but not be seen or they both might go over the knee of enthusiastic newbie, old-time Vicar. Mind you, thought Tasha naughtily, that might not be such a bad thing. Ladies of the PPC over a knee – it had a certain ring 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.” Now, keep in mind this is meant to be a learning experience for Sara, but that is no reason why it cannot be an erotic experience for you. Sara is not going to enjoy the pain she will be experiencing a few minutes from now, but you are absolutely welcome to enjoy her pain if you wish. I should let you know that I selected Sara to share with you because she is one of the most attractive girls in my school. She has a very fit, sexy body and when she gets here, I will be asking her to completely disrobe for your pleasure. As I told you before, I do not always require girls to undress for their punishments, however today I will be asking Sara to show a little more skin then usual since you are present to enjoy it. Sara understands my authority and she will comply with my request without question.

My aunt spanked the same way, though with her I had to put my hands on my head while she lectured and bared me.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.

Generally, the amount of baring I'd have to endure wasn't announced ahead of time. Sometimes I'd know just because of the severity of what I'd done, but sometimes not. Sara was late three times this month, and it has been some time since her last punishment, so she is certainly due. When she gets here, I intend to give her a well-deserved caning, and I am inviting you to be a silent, invisible presence in the room as it is done. Sara will not know you are here. You will be in the room. You will see everything that I see. You will know everything that Sara feels and thinks during her experience with me, without her even knowing it. You will get a detailed account of everything that happens in this room, as it happens.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.

And so to my much anticipated 13th birthday – it was a stand-out day. As previously mentioned, I am still quite young (early 20s) and Mum is still a relatively young woman, having only just recently turned 50. 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 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. Mum took my hand to put me in position – and for the very first time, I had an extra thrill. Even though it was all in fun, Mum wasn’t smiling or laughing – she kept a straight face and mum actually put me across her knee as she might if I was a really naughty boy. When I was eight, she stopped spanking me over her knee and I always had to pull my own pants and underwear down. I usually pulled them down to mid-thigh but sometimes I'd just go ahead and let them drop all the way down.After a while, Kate called to the three of us: “OK, kids, time to head home let’s go!” Denise and I ran over to her promptly, but Kristie was having too much fun on the monkey bars and was not ready to leave. Her Mom told her a second time that it was time to go. Kristie replied in a sassy tone: “No, Mommy! I’m staying here!” 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. At about 10 years old they would make me remove all clothing from the waist down, and bend over the edge of my bed, or my desk chair. It was at that time that I was introduced to the strap. Mom had decided , that at 10 years old I knew right from wrong. I did and the spankings were less frquint. But the lessons were reenforced with the strap. This continued till about 13 years old. At 13 , I started to develope and mature. So When Dad was alone giving me a spanking, my panties were no longer removed. Dad did not feel comfortable about my nudity at that age. However if Mom was spanking me she still took me up to my room and made me remove the panties for a bare bottomed spanking. There were a few times when Mom made dad comeup to insure my cooperation when I was a teenager, and rebelious, and I had to remove my panties. But if Dad was alone with me it was over the panties. As I got a little older I started to wear thongs, so I was coverd in front, but it was just about bare bottom.

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” :What my mom spanked me with MOST of the time was her hand and always bare, even in public. But at around six or seven she started using implements like a hairbrush or flyswatter sometimes. The last time I was over her knee was when I was eight and she spanked me with a hairbrush. Also at eight she pretty much stopped hand spanking me and used the hairbrush, paddle or flyswatter. I would either be bent over the arm of the couch in the living room, or over a chair in the kitchen or leaning over the kitchen table. Mildred was walking by, the strains of the spanking symphony drifted through the window turning into a cocophony of sound, hard whups! and long, long howls of pain! She nodded satisfactorily. “Good old Mummy, keeping up the standards, that’ll teach her!” She then began to gently apply the lotion to his very sore ass cheeks. While it was cooling the intense pain on his ass, this procedure wasn't reducing the size of his penis. Over the next few minutes, she continued to massage his cheeks, but at one point, the thumb of her right hand grazed against his asshole. An involuntary shudder went through his body that she could not miss. She followed this up by letting her left thumb touch the same spot. Jeremy shuddered again, and also added a slight "ooh" that time. He waited for her to be done begging and said, "Stop begging, you were a bad girl and you need to be punished. Now chose young lady or you will get both." 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.