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

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Mother looked grim. “Well, it was certainly one of you, wasn’t it? I’m going to count to three and if the person who did this is not stood in front of me with their hand up, you’re all in for it!’” The count to three seemed to go on for ages – we all looked worried and nervous as to what would happen next. I’m not sure how long the ordeal lasted, but Vera had fully and completely paid homage to Lucille at her disciplinarian-best before she finally stopped. For what seemed like the longest time, I stood there dumbfounded, staring at this diminutive but imperious female before me.

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It happened at the very end of the school day. I remember that our class had been being wild since the morning for some reason, and we could tell that the teacher was really getting tired of it. We’ll see,” Vera said. “Perhaps if you are very, very obedient from now on, I’ll save you that disgrace. Still,” she added, “you can’t be let off scot-free. Fetch me Lucille’s paddle,” she demanded, sternly. “It’s time I got to work.” So that's finally what I needed to tell. I'm sorry for the length of my text... I think I needed to be meticulous. It wasn't easy to write. I'd like to know if someone could understand and explain to me why I feel and act this way. At school, although my mother did not teach me, I knew that she would get to hear of serious misbehaviour. Only rarely did I qualify for the strap for offences such as not paying attention and poor homework and there is no doubt that in my case, such correction was very effective and made me respect the teacher. A stroke of the tawse on the palm may not seem severe but it was sufficient to waken up my ideas and make me concentrate on my lessons. The leaving of school behind her and the journey home was sullen. The man in the bowler hat frowned at her as if he knew. The walk from the bus stop to her lovely cottage was heavy and slow. Two of Mummy’s friends saw her and nudged each other. Was that a snigger?

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The Vicar at Saint Hugh’s Church used her as an example many times. “If you are not sure what to do, go and see her, she’ll have probably done it before, she’s marvellous!” You look fantastic," he said, hoping to imbibe her with spirit as he watched her full effect arrive in their spacious living area. Hearing such words spoken, with such intimate detail and in front of my sister, was mortifying. However, I had little choice but to bow my head and obediently, quietly answer ‘yes’. I made myself scarce.

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The following day, there was still a hostile atmosphere between Mother and I. I remember doing my best to behave and do extra chores in an attempt to get ungrounded. Needless to say, the ploy didn’t work and I was kept in for around a couple of weeks. In this tender period piece, a woman in a Puritan society is falsely accused of being a witch and is put on trial. (7,555 words.)After Viennese shortbread accompanying rose-petal panna cotta, she drew Mrs. Davenport aside while their men chatted. Her discreet stinging bottom had lasted an hour, settling into a pleasant promise. At that, Katie ran out into the garden to tell Mother and to show her the mark on her arm. Mother came in and asked me why had I hit my sister. I thought I could worm my way out of this tight corner – and even if not, the consequences would not be that bad either way as I was nearly 15. NOTE FROM THE ORIGINAL: My favorite stories are about the beginnings of spanking relationships. This piece is an unauthorized sequel to a special favorite of this type that appeared in the fiction section of the Disciplinary Wives Club titled, “Guess Who Runs This Household” by Ralph. My sincere compliments to that author, and I hope he does not mind that I have written this sequel. She'd rather he decide. Her savage, bare sting would be over soon, unless her next roll went against her.