I want to tell you about how my Aunt Jenny (whom I was living with full time) gave me and my cousins a severe spanking with the strap. I was generally a well-behaved young boy throughout primary school, though, always getting good reports and glowing parents’ evening meetings, so this sort of discipline was never felt necessary until slightly later in my school career.

Panting hard over the desk, Carly couldn't fathom her agony. The cane cut a fresh welt, sizzling her skin. She concentrated on her behavior. She wished she'd stood up to her mom. Sharp pain tenderized her flesh in explicit agreement. I even spotted the naughtier exit hole above, winking casually at me. It fascinated me, since it wasn't a part of my anatomy I had any way of seeing. I marveled at how it looked. I couldn't believe Mom had been seeing that when she spanked me! The strange thing was that even the paddling from Mom didn't bother me as much as it usually did. I suppose normally it came right after her vigorous spanking which had reduced me to a puddle of tears and fury, and the "big swats" (as I liked to call whatever the finale was) were just frosting on the cake that I truly resented. This time this was all Mom did and though it was terribly painful, I was able to bear it surprisingly well. I cried, of course, but through the first five or so I was almost enjoying it.

When it was finally over we stood in front of the double mirror and compared our identical butts. I was pleased and relieved that they were still identical, both burnished to a remarkably similar shade of toasty burgundy. I don't remember much about my younger spankings, but I could write a whole book about all the times we got whooped in junior high and high school. Did I mention that Mom never let us get away with anything? A flogging bench makes its appearance in a Janus story by Richard Manton, ‘Whips Incorporated’. This story was based on a chastising service provided by a real-life person, a Mrs. Walter, in Clifton, Bristol in the late C19. Mrs. Walter offered a very special service to sensitive parents who felt their girls needed a good thrashing but didn’t like to do it themselves… ‘those who were unnerved by the screams and struggling of their offspring’. I was just admiring your apple tree," he replied awkwardly, not being able to think of what to say. She looked at him with a slightly amused look on her face and he felt his face flush again and his erection harden.

A lawyer, in charge of his firm's dress code, uses his position to administer corporal punishment. (2,360 words.) Well, as I said, maths isn't my best subject, but I've worked out that if the interest was, say, five per cent a year, then I'd owe you twenty-six apples. Does that sound right to you, Thomas?" On the Sunday morning, Val’s husband asked me if I’d like to join him to go to a ‘coffee meet’ in the Mustang. The other kids my age were not bothered about such things and so we set off, just me and him. That Mustang sounded so sweet – I felt like a movie star. Mark remembered being stunned by Kim’s words and asking for details. Kim calmly explained that he’d have to submit completely to her whims and be treated as an object of her desires, whatever they may be. He had gone home to think about it and decided that to be enslaved to an attractive older woman wasn’t so bad. 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.It was over, but for a few moments I stayed bent over that table. It never occured to me to ask Val to stop and the truth is that although she swung a mean paddle (I suspect she’d had some practice over the years as a mom), I had also found the spanking exciting and perversely enjoyable. Val managed to hit just the right note – hard enough to really sting without being enough to have me bawling my eyes out. They’d left her alone. Here, in this room. Just her and the punishment frame, and the small pile of prison clothes that she’d removed, as instructed, and placed in a neat pile on the floor.

Miss Roberts' fingers invaded her waistband, humiliating her as her disciplinarian whisked her panties to her ankles. Her bare bottom on display, she felt her eighteen years slip away. We did deserve it, since we'd all gone to a party where alcohol was being served and we knew Mom would be livid when she found out. We must have spanked, paddled, and whipped each other for more than two hours that night. It was definitely too severe, but at the time it felt right.

Waiting, Miss Roberts recognized Anya's female silence, her negotiation with herself, her last chance to escape, and her final decision. I'll appreciate your corporate apartment tomorrow night when she's beaten me." Anya had granted her its benefit while she leased her own. Count the swats out loud, young man – and don’t lose count, or we start over!” It occurred to me at that point that I had no idea how many swats I was going to get. No number had been mentioned that I could recall. Val didn’t waste any time. The paddle was tapped briefly against my bum, and I held my breath and stared at the wall in front of me. Kim then turned around and now, facing Mark, she descended on his waiting length again as Mark stared wide-eyed at Kim’s incredible breasts. Large, shapely and lovely they were and she started to play with her breasts and nipples. Kim sighed, yelped and groaned as she dominated her prisoner. Good," she said, standing up and walking to a cupboard. "Let's swap apples for strokes of the cane, strokes of the cane across your bottom, Thomas."

She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. It was cold. So cold, sitting here, naked, on this solitary plastic chair. A single bulb hung above her, the only frail source of light or warmth in this lonely place. There's no such thing as ghosts," replied Thomas, trying to sound confident and knowledgeable. "How many apples do you want?"I'm giving you freedom, Carly. You believe in strict discipline. I think you're wise beyond your years. You lied to protect yourself. You aren't a bad girl. I expect you to apologize to Miss Roberts. It will require immense humility, and I imagine hurt like hell." It wasn't anything like a spanking from Mom. Mom's spanks were vigorous. She had a heavy hand. Shayla and I were close and I knew she didn't want to hurt me, so her petite hand was light. Even after several minutes I wasn't wiggling like I did from Mom.