The Art of Discipline: v. 1: A Pictorial History of the Smacked Bottom (The Art of Discipline: A Pictorial History of the Smacked Bottom)

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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. He has now dumped me and has not explained why – just that he is better off on his own. I am so confused.

Bare, no. But I did witness a girl leaning against the wall, in the corridor, getting spanked in her panties, with her skirt around her ankles, as my 3rd grade class filed past. In Ohio. In 1963. One teacher was the perpetrator, I love spanking others but I really hate getting spanked. I’ve had it done to me before but I just find it annoying, partly because I don’t have much of a bum and it just irritates me more than anything.Spanking a man requires the same technique as spanking a woman or indeed a naughty child. However a man... Viv of Ginger Pop wrote:I swear that I buy the Grauniad more often than the Daily Wail, but the latter does have some good online stories... Murmurs and a few stifled giggles ran around the room. Every girl knew what that meant. So too did the teachers. You also won’t be surprised to hear that Katie took every opportunity to tease me about my spanking, telling me in no uncertain terms exactly what she had seen that evening and taunting me: “You never know, Mark – you may even develop soon!”

Finally, the headmistress sat down at the end of a bench alongside a large art table. She grabbed one of the boys, pulled his shorts and pants down, then made him bend over the bench beside her.The door handle slipped in her sweaty palm, the door made a noise far too loud. Mummy sounded so joyous as she shouted, “Hello dear, had a good day? Come and give Mummy a hug, I need one today.” No, I called today because my first session just ran out. The man said that I should automatically receive... By this time, my erection was straining against the fabric of my trousers and I stumbled from the kitchen to the bathroom, dropped my pants, grabbed a handful of lotion and within seconds had shot a massive load of semen into the toilet.

So, if you had stayed with him you'd probably have had decades of being beaten 'for fun' or 'excitement'. Whatever his problem areas are, I doubt very much if you could have helped him. 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.

Hannah lay down crying on her bed and her dad looked at me. “It’s your turn now, Sarah. Come here.” I did so, very reluctantly. “Because you are the one who actually broke the glass, you are going to get 12 spanks,” he told me, then firmly placed me across his knee. Upon hearing those word, my nerves went over the top and the butterflies in my stomach were going crazy. I protested and refused to lower my clothing. As I said, it had been a good while since I had last been spanked and I was extremely embarrassed at the prospect of Mother seeing my private parts at that age, let alone my sister who had gone nowhere. Katie had stopped her crying and had continued to wash the dishes in the same room. Wearing underwear (boys and girls mixed) was common up to the mid 80's at least. I know for 100% certain because I was a teacher at a primary school between 1984 - 1989. All children were required to wear PE top and shorts. If they forgot, they knew they would have to do PE in just their underwear. And ... They would have to walk outside, en-route to the hall or, if it was raining, walk through another class of children and down the school corridor. Well, as an eight-year old, I was 'dared' to go into a neighbour's garden and pull up her flowers because we didn't like her, nor she us. Unfortunately, she caught me and I was dragged round to my house where me father answered the door to this irate woman while I cowered behind the porch.