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Yes, sir,” she replied. She stood anxiously for a moment before she awkwardly bent and lowered herself over his knees. She hung across his legs in a most undignified way and presented him with her bottom. She felt her face flush with embarrassment. Yes, ma’am,” I said through my sniffles. “I’m sorry, and I won’t let it happen again.” I felt the paddle resting against my bottom, and I prayed Vera would not raise it again. Surprisingly, my former depression had disappeared, completely replaced by the long-familiar feelings of respect and fear of further punishment.
One night I was staying at my friend's house and I had my period. A little later, during dinner, my friend's brother came screaming down the stairs, yelling, 'Who has their period?' It turns out that the dog had gotten my tampon out of the trash and chewed it up on her brother's floor! I was so embarrassed!" Chastened, his painful words thrilled her sex. "Thank you for your compliment. Tonight was easy once you'd strapped me. I'm sorry I failed you earlier. I deserve the paddle and promise to take it with dignity and grace." It was not a school as you know them today. It was for girls and young women, many of them over twenty. It taught music and art, as well as all the usual subjects. But it also taught deportment and manners. In other words it taught the Victorian young lady how to behave. In particular a certain type of young lady. a.m. When I get home I greet my husband with a kiss, which leads to him running his hands all over my velvet-encased body, which leads to us getting naked. He sits and I get on his lap and straddle him, facing away from him. He comes, I don’t; it’s not the best position for me. But my husband is brilliant because as I lean over the sofa arm he fingers me as I rub my clit. He loves to see me come and understands I need direct clit stimulation more often than not.
This story is based on the true recorded events of a finishing school in Bristol, England in the late 1800’s. You can’t,” I cried. “I’d never live it down. My boss would never understand, and my friends would think I was a wimp if they knew Lucille had been spanking me over her knee like a child all these years.” 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. She obeyed, her skin stretching taut, swamping her paddled bottom in a storm of fresh sting. Appalled by her prospective pain, she cherished his ruthless zeal. It will hurt,” he said. “Though I will ensure it is not excessive. You will not have broken skin or scars.”
Mark," she said, drawing him towards her. "I promise to bend in strict obedience, no matter my mood. I've granted you complete authority to punish me and require myself to obey." She sat on her chair. She could already feel her bottom burning at the thought of what was to come. She felt anxious, but she forced herself to concentrate on her work. She did not want to make her punishment worse by angering Mr Larson. Given her lengthy attitude, it was a just punishment. Ache would deepen, disciplining her for several days.I was not pleased by this interruption, nor Vera’s imperious attitude, but I suppose since Lucille left Vera her business, it was only reasonable she would have to spend time with the documents and records in Lucille’s study, at least until she was able to transfer the whole lot to her own apartment. 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.”
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.) Oh, sorry,” she said. She relaxed her grip. “Is that better?” She gave it a little rub, and I just gulped, and nodded ‘yes!’ With a bitter grimace, she twisted her wrist, casting her fate. The final die slowed, bumped its partner, settling on four. Jane's was now buttoned up again, and Miss Mulcahy's detention continued in the accustomed way: for the chosen few, a very special ordeal; and a sustained, exhausting, painful régime of physical exercise for the rest. At seven they were allowed to march off to the changing room and shower, with the usual admonition that they should sponge down their macs and bring them for inspection the following day. Alison was reminded that she of course should bring her gymshoes as well, since she would be staying for her repeat session. She had friends there, she had respect, she even had a few who envied her. Also, quite possibly, a few ladies, especially the young mothers, were in awe of her, even, more than a little scared of her.WHAT!?" I stared at it in disbelief! "No way! I'm NOT sleeping in a crib! I'm SEVEN!!" I stated, crossing my arms. As far as I was concerned, this argument was over. They'd just have to put me somewhere else!
A few days after my search, which was frustratingly unsuccessful, I responded to our front doorbell; there was Vera. A woman experienced with corporal punishment discovers _real_ discipline when her new boyfriend puts her over his knee. (1,439 words.) Holding their discipline strap, his authority swamped her in respect. Her sunny disposition had been absent since she'd woken. Angry at her personal deficiency, she'd failed to snap out of it. He should beat her. She must be excellent company tonight. His deal relied on her. At the house I was shown to my room, a different one from normal. It looked like a large box-room and had several extra items of furniture, including a big old dressing table.
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Yes, Alison. You should run. Tonight we will teach you how to run, and you will not be late for Assembly again. Have you been in one of my detentions before? I have researched the accounts of ‘the Lady With the Birch’ as well as I can. I have narrowed its location down to Oakfield Road, in Clifton, near Bristol. A rather well to do and respected residential district. I have scoured as many Victorian photographs of dwellings in that typical middle class suburban district as I can find, here is one of Rokeby House. Taking both dice with shaking fingers, she clutched them in her clammy fist, her eyes imploring him to determine her fate. She trusted his decisions. As usual there was no illicit bra to be discovered, only Jane's little breasts, nipples pouting in embarrassment, running with the sweat induced by the exercise and the tightly buttoned raincoat.
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