He always threatens smaller kids!” chimed in the third guy, Sammy Mason, who was also smaller than average “He’s Jordan Draper, the bully we told you about!”

Jordan glowered at Dewey, furious at this further evidence that the news of his humiliating situation was spreading like wild fire. “Shut up, if you want to keep your teeth!” he snarled. The fire ants certainly lived up to their name, and within seconds, Jordan felt as if his entire bottom was literally on fire. Now Tasha and Penny withdrew from the view, in fair old agitated state. Tasha needed to relieve herself in more than ways than one. Penny had an overwhelming desire to spank a bare. A naughty solution came to both: I got shamed for crying "Big Boys don't Cry" you know, and told "If you cry I am going to beat you harder". Or I'll give you something to cry about. This is a story version of one of the true real life spankings as told to me by a delightful lady who went to a Girls Grammer School and was kept in line at home by a slipper wielding mother, who used it on her daughters bare bottom… Often!I probably rejected all his attempts to be a father because I was scared of him. He was not patient and kind. A little tune is played, we sup our first gulp, look at the bottoms on show, and settle down for a blushing bottom tale of spanking… 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. Penny had a half-hearted attempt at dissuading them both: “Natasha, its wrong to take a peak at a private meeting, bottoms bare or not. If you insist, I’ll spank your bare to kingdom come…”

Without doubt there would be a degree of jealousy from some with troublesome daughters too, and even though she would never admit it, that gave her satisfaction too! From the very first visit to the Girl’s Grammer School, it was made clear that corporal punishment was used. After a tour of the school looking at laboratories, home economic rooms and such like, the new girls were sat, with their Mums. At the end of the ‘Inroductory Speech’ by the Headmistress. It was made perfectly clear that corporal punishment was used to keep any naughty girl in line, and that parents had to sign a consent form to say that they agreed with the school’s Disciplinary Code of Conduct. This caused a mumbling stir in the Assembly Hall and the loins of many girls, as Mummy’s turned to whisper to their child. I was always spanked bare I had to strip to my panties then right before getting in position I would pull my panties down .I got the scolding before I was sentenced to a spankingMum 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. The "Soup & Me" discussion a few days ago reminded me that as a boy I was always fascinated by spankings, threats of spankings, or even talks of spankings with boy characters in movies and televisions shows. I still remember seeing CASEY'S SHADOW with my parents and Walter Mathau (who all kids in the 1970s loved because of his role in the BAD NEWS BEARS) tells his bratty son to pull down his pants, as he was removing a belt. Simply implying that a kid was going to get spanked with a belt on the bare bottom by the coach of The Bad News Bears was VERY exciting to me at the time. The fact that they isn't show it left a ton to e imagination. 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. When I was in fourth grade a teacher told my parents that I needed more discipline.. They took it to mean that I needed to be spanked more. So they decided that I needed to get spanked every week for a number of weeks. So every week after my bath I would get my bare bottom spanked by my father with his hand.

Some guys are into getting beaten till they are bruised or they have discomfort and difficulty sitting down. 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. The journey to the end of the day was like some heroic trek in a fantasy novel. Long and arduous. The lunch time collection of the ‘death sentence’ sent a cold shiver to her tummy. The words left the slip and ran amok in her brain. There before her the words threatened her bottom. So right after saying what I somehow tought I needed to say I instantly knew I f**ked up. I felt my cheeks warming up. I looked at the teacher. He was staring at me. He gave me a dirty look. I felt mortified. Then I perceived a change in his gaze, and then the arising of a very, very, subtle smirk (that I was probably the only one in the class to notice). I developed a serious Spanking fetish that developed at age 12. As a young adult, I would bring home young, unsuspecting men home for sex and beat them. They didn't say no or stop, but it was still abusive since it was not consensual.There may have been some incidents where I was bothering my mother in the store and she threatened me with being spanked on the spot there in the supermarket. Karen felt aroused slightly, which made her feel even more of a naughty girl. But stood before Mummy as she scolded her was such a mixture of feelings. Her pubic hair had grown, it was now a delightful mixture of light fair hair with a hint of ginger, like her hair. The mirror of the dressing table was behind her, so Mummy could see her bottom, a bottom she was so proud of, like her new breasts, pert, and pleasingly plump. My parents used to threaten me with being spanked for nothing or just because my bottom was too fat. Several times when I was 16 my mother threatened me with being spanked just to get me upset, realizing (as she thought that I hated being spanked) and used that to manipulate me, but those threats were never carried out. The spit in her mouth had gone, her knees went weak as she saw Mummy swell before her taking a deep breath. Her eyebrow lifted and vanished beneath her fringe. She sat down, and opened the envelope.

When I was thirteen I played spanking with a couple of neighbor kids. I gathered that they got spanked and we spanked each other over our clothes over our laps.Mummy sat on the bed, and slid the slipper deftly under the pillow. Then turned a nervous, worried Karen to face her. “I told you quite plainly Karen, that if you were naughty at school, you would be punished at home.” As she did this she tugged the pyjama bottoms down, to land in a puddle at her daughters ankles. When I was in 3rd grade. Two boys and I got in trouble. The teacher kept us behind when the rest of the class went to recess. She pulled down our pants and underpants and took us over her lap and spanked our bare bottoms hard with a ruler. We had to watch each other get their bare bottoms spanked.