When there was just one of us to spank it wasn't too bad: the whole thing might take fifteen minutes. But we were close sisters and conspired together so often that it was frequently Shayla and I being spanked together, and it wasn't uncommon for Dana to join us. That upped the punishment time to as much as an hour, and Mom didn't have an hour to spare. Why do you ask? Did you want to try? The paddle’s probably still on the table in the basement.” I said ‘yes please’ as enthusiastically as possible! Val laughed and said: “Come on, then!”

He began work on Miss Craven's garden at the agreed time the following Monday. She occasionally brought him out a cup of tea and inspected his progress, but other than that he saw little of her during the following week and she didn't seem interested in engaging him in conversation. Unfortunately, Kim was unable to get relief as the vibe was set too low. She could only lie there, helpless and immobilized, being assaulted by the wand. We need to settle your account," she said, looking directly into his face. He found himself looking down at the floor, unable to hold her gaze. Tipping onto her bed, she circled her firm clit. Re-living her tough train trip home, caned, and obliged to behave with dignity in public, her salutary lesson drove heat into her sex. She plunged her fingers deep inside, teasing her body, and returned to work her clit with a frenzy, recalling every stroke of her heavy punishment. Six," replied Wendy. Her eyes widened with nervous admiration as Thomas pushed open the heavy, squeaking, wrought iron gate and began to climb the apple tree just a short way up the drive.

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In the cloakroom I learned what it was that she said to the students. In a quiet voice she told me she was sorry she had to strap me, but she felt I'd been wanting to be strapped for a long time and that afternoon I had talked in class just to get her to strap me. People liked to call us triplets, but only Shayla and I were born on the same day. Dana was born a year earlier. Raising three girls so close in age was a challenge for Mom, as you can imagine, but she made it work. Her secret was strict discipline. Hesitantly, Thomas leaned forward, excruciatingly aware of the sight his bare bottom would present to this elegant lady. With his all his weight on the desk, he had never felt more exposed in his life. The cool air on his bottom only adding to his feeling of exposure and humiliation. I'm sure we went overboard and punished ourselves way harder than Mom ever would have. There was one time when we used the big paddle and strap and then Dana insisted on a little switching to finish things off.

Two more to go. I’ll lay these on a bit, honey, OK?” What? Lay them on! What the hell were the other six? Fun pats? The following year the invitation was reciprocated and we went to the US to stay with them. By then I was 14, almost turning 15. Anya admired the gutsy girl. She understood her. "Be brave. Take your thrashing with grace. I hope it hurts like hell." Mark smelled Kim’s perfume on her hand that was gagging him and he felt giddy. Kim turned him over to one side and she pumped his erect shaft. She removed her hand only to replace it with the strapon. This is the second time this week you’ve failed to memorize your Bible lesson,” Aunt Connie said. “Perhaps a whipping will help you concentrate.”He remembered being tied to a chair wearing only his briefs, tightly bound, gagged and blindfolded. After an hour of teasing, he was told to bring himself off while Kim watched. It was humiliating but exciting. Mom just didn't have time to spank us the way she wanted. Traditionally, she always started us out with a long bottom-warming with her hand. She did this even though we were quite grown up (so we thought). I think she valued the humiliation aspect of being draped across her lap with our bare bottoms on show while she spanked us like little girls. Oh yes, of course," she said, studying his face carefully, her clear, hard, blue eyes boring into him. I got it every bit as good (or bad) as I'd given it to Shayla. Again, I think we went overboard compared to what Mom usually did, but it was better to be safe than sorry. I wept and wailed just like my sister, but also like her, I endured it for both our sakes. Carly's face dropped. Assuming she was in control, she hadn't realized Anya wouldn't have met her unless she'd already won their legal battle.