Bedtime Spankings: Bent Over!

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In fact this IS maintenance spanking, but without a fixed time-frame. I do these “razzias” whenever I feel that Stef’s attidude becomes wanting.. It is a terribly embarrassing situation to be in and also a situation characterised by the frightened thoughts it causes when the unforeseen consequences of my misbehaviour make it dawn on me that my deviation from acceptable behaviour was not as risk-free and innocent as I foolishly had persuaded myself to believe. 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! Of course, she was not naive to the fact that many of the senior boys and prefects were harbouring a lustful crush. In the hormonal maelstrom of the Grey House senior common room, it was pretty much inevitable that a young, beautiful housemistress would provoke exactly this reaction.

My husband takes his husbandly duties seriously and also as a disciplinarian always makes sure to do the job properly. A little spanking or a light spanking is not practiced in our home. Spankings are always severe, and if needed they are very severe. The embarrassing stern questioning and lecturing before the spanking is also part of the important aftermath. My husband always spanks me again at least for a couple of days. My bottom is so sore that there is no risk of me forgetting having been naughty and getting punished as I deserved.

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We released that monster plimsoll video as a double-feature, alongside Traditional Bedtime Pyjama Spanking. This was very much a real, no nonsense spanking. No warm ups - just two dozen on pyjamas, two dozen on the bare! Miss Sternwood's aim was always unerring, her power never diminishing, her strength fully gathered in the ten to fifteen seconds that she habitually allowed between strokes. Once the fifth red stripe had been added to the melee, a horizontal two inch band of densely grouped red tramlines positively glowed, cheek to cheek, all the way across Thomas's bottom. 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 sports field she overlooked was almost deserted, just a couple of late stragglers taking a shortcut from Mainschool towards the school driveway. To her left a tall beech tree partly obstructed one corner of her window and in that shaded area of glass she saw a ghostlike reflection of her room. Since we're already bending the rules with this unorthodox punishment, I suggest you also loosen your belt and drop your trousers to your ankles!"

It's a rare sight, and of course it never lasts for long! The photo below focuses on the stingy aftermath of our short spanking movie, Plaid Miniskirt Spanking. Sensing himself beginning to stiffen in his loose pyjama shorts, he wondered whether he would actually dare to strategically leave an unexplained gap in his Easter revision diary, calling down Miss Sternwood's terrible wrath once more? Mummy was a perfect product of the 1950’s. A dutiful housewife who had kept an excellent house since the day she married. Sadly her husband was no longer around, but stoically, with a stiff upper lip and a gallon of fortitude, she had carried on running the house, her home, with pride.When she went to catch the bus now, it was wiggle of a young woman. Even the man with the bowler hat who sat in the same seat every day started to smile, and greet her with a tipping of the hat. She had no idea that he began to see her differently, she just assumed it was cordial familiarity with a regular person he saw on the bus. After another long silence, shifting awkwardly under her gaze, he finally slipped the thumbs of each hand into the elastic waistband of his boxer shorts and began to slowly ease them down. In a manoeuvre that might have appeared feintly comical in different circumstances, he inched the waistband lower, exposing just the first few dark strands of hair at the upper edge of his pubes. We started domestic discipline a few weeks ago, my wife as the Head of Household. I love what it’s done for my wife so far. Her confidence and ownership of our relationship has really opened up. She feels so much more confident to let me know things that are bothering her, and her skills at a stern lecture are, shall we say, getting good. At thirty-five years of age she could still clearly remember the corridors of Saint Frances and the dark wood paneling outside the headmistress's study. It stretched from the dull parquet floor to around shoulder height, whereupon it gave way to insipid magnolia paint and windows that were set high in the walls, requiring the use of a hooked wooden pole to open and close their spring loaded catches.

As all women, I can be annoyed and petulant when I cannot have things my way but I really have no reason for serious discontent or dissatisfaction. Still, her comfort level with spanking is still a work in progress, and that is why we elected to start with maintenance spankings at least once per week both to get her into a stronger mindset around administering discipline to me, but to also make me physically understand who is in charge in the house. It has been a good thing so far, and I think critical for our beginning, but I expect at some point the maintenance will decrease once spanking is a stronger part of our relationship dynamic. Yes I have. Over the years she has been off and on on the whole thing (FLR or whatever you want to call it). Lately more on, but she waivers. She likes being obeyed and she does like to spank – she has said as much, but it is not sexual for her. Take a closer look at the photo below, the uniform is the Lovehoney Classified Schoolgirl Set, but the "head girl" badge has been given the Photoshop treatment. We have a template set up to alter this badge wording, so be sure to let us know if you have any hilarious suggestions. Since mommy is going home in a couple days, we decided that we were going to do some extra intense sessions, both as punishments and reminders, so that Ashley is well spanked days after mommy's visit is over. It was really painful. Mommy spanked me very well for a very long time with all our implements, including my old Seme/Uke paddle (a version of the Yaoi Paddle they use to sell at Anime Conventions; i've had this thing for ages), the cane, my normal/fav implement paddle, the wooden spoons, the awful bathbrush, the SUPER AWFUL Hairbrush, and as we were finishing up with another dose of the normal paddle it broke. I've had it for a couple years, but it was only ever meant to be a cutting board, not a paddle for an Ashley. Good night, sweet spanking paddle A flight of red-bottomed angels sing thee to thy rest.The promised storm arrived on one fateful Spring day. Confidence had grown into over confidence. Self confidence into haughtiness. Pubic hairs had covered her soft pubescent bone, fingers had delved, conversations with friends on the delight of a fingered pussy had taken place. It was one such conversation that made her not even notice her form teacher walk into the classroom. She carried on talking to Barbara, instead of standing up with the rest, to say in a slightly singing way, “Good Morning Miss Weltwell.” Karen took the note, her hand shaking slightly. She could feel the cheeks on her face flush. “No Mummy I do not have any homework tonight.” This time, the questioning, lecturing and reprimanding did not go on for long. But being sent in disgrace to the car and waiting there had also provided healthy reflection resulting in guilty feelings and shame. It was almost a relief when I was told to go and fetch the strap from its hook on the inside of the broom cupboard door. Having my naughtiness and failure to behave described and elaborated on in embarrassing detail affects me a lot emotionally and I always experience it as a deeply unpleasant part of my punishment. It is so emotionally troubling and makes me shamefully aware of being a naughty and wayward woman. It also causes me to experience a need for the actual punishment. The fact that I deserve to be punished soundly and thoroughly is made clear to me and I need it not just as correction and behavior adjustment but also as atonement that can relieve me of guilt. I am already at this point, genuinely contrite. There must be a severe and tangible deliverance of punishment to ensure improved behavior.