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

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Naturally I was quick to protest my innocent – but, also naturally, both my other siblings denied any responsibility. A bit later on I was having a discussion with M (because it was a small group that the only the discussion happening at that moment) about something to do with Covid and lifting of restrictions. I live in a domestic discipline marriage and would not even want to think about her dying first as I would not only miss the relationship with my wife and all my spankings from her, even though they have become much less frequent due to growing physical limitations as we are both age into our 70s. I pulled out the thong which I've only worn once (at a wedding I think, under a fitting dress) - when i bought it ages ago I sure couldn't have imagined that the second time I'd wear it would be to get spanked in, I wasn't a woman "who gets spanked" back then.

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As our guest arrived and my sister and I both tried to get to sleep with burning bottoms, it’s fair to say we didn’t say another word to each other that entire night. With those words, she shoved a second copy of the statement and confession I wrote for Lucille those eight years before, but where the words “Lucille” and “wife” appeared, Vera had amended the wording to read “Vera” and “sister-in-law.I can't really explain it but as much as I want it to end, as much as I want to stop doing this to myself, I just can't. Thin rectangles of penetrating heat replaced fading strokes, keeping her bottom ablaze and her conscience clear.

My first from Kate – Maman: spanking memories: mothers

We do stuff socially - beyond the discipline stuff (and have worked hard to maintain that separate space in our friendship) - and are part of the same group of friends (of course none of them know our secret).

She aimed most of the strokes hard and low, I guess so that I would really feel the chastisement for a while when I sat down – which I certainly did. A tightly held Karen was out of control, kicking violently against the floor, her hands and fists too, her head and hair flying around.

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My mother always let me keep my panties on and by then they were almost always either wet or drenched by the time she was done. Her pubic hair had grown, it was now a delightful mixture of light fair hair with a hint of ginger, like her hair. When he did so, Dad would come upstairs, put me over his knee and smack me over the seat of my trousers.On a day that my dad was working, Kate took Denise, Kristie and myself out for a picnic in the park. I picked up my sister’s bedding, ran back across the landing with it and threw it back into her bedroom. She rode her flow of love, tumbling into him, flinging her arms around his neck, crashing her hips into his, riding her stream of pleasure into a smooth, ultimate bliss. Was für ein Glück, dass der Autor dieser Weiterführung noch einmal ausdrücklich darauf hinweist was hier passiert “Fiktion” ist das Zauberwort.