Once she learned that her new boyfriend was the outdoors type, Tracy took the first opportunity to introduce him to one of her favourite implements, which she’d made herself from her local birchwood.
Claudia was in a dark mood after what her husband had done when they were shopping for lingerie for him, so a good work out would brighten up her evening.
When Stephanie needed to discipline her husband she always wore see through tops, to give him a glimpse of her lingerie, teasing him with what he was forbidden to have, until she decided he was suitably contrite.
Zoe had known that Cliff had womanising tendencies when she’d married him, and relished the challenge of correcting his behaviour, so that he had eyes only for her.
Jane had caught her husband touching her knickers in her lingerie drawer without her permission, so she was about to give him an extra disciplinary session, on top of the regular maintenance spanking he received every day.
Note to self: “next time you think it’s funny to ask a tattooed, motormouthed girl with a bad hair day whether she knows how to use a hairbrush, please think again, cause she might show you.”
When he threatened to tan my buns I wasn’t that worried. I thought his small, soft hands were made for sweet caresses, gentle massages and careful fingering that makes me come, not for hard spankings. Boy was I wrong!
She really thought she’d make it this time, but she still came short two points. She knew this wouldn’t make much of a difference to him, not enough points means failure and she knew the consequences of failure all to well. So now she’s screaming in pain and frustration as her buns are thoroughly blistered with a think bath brush.
I’m still feeling a bit shaken after what just happened. Riding the big waves is really my thing, but this time it was very dangerous. I could have gotten myself hurt really bad or even killed. Thank god I’m okay. Now I’m gonna go inside and tell her what happened. No point in trying to hide it, she knows me way too well. She’s gonna take me in her arms and let me have a good cry, she’ll cuddle and comfort me, kiss me and dry my tears, so I’ll feel better. Then she’ll make me drop my bikini bottoms, lay me across her lap and spank the living daylights out of my bare buns with the wooden paddle until I’m crying all over again.
The hardest part of being spanked is not having my bottom bared, it’s not even the pain. It’s having to take that long hard look in the mirror afterwards, still being unable to answer the one important question: “if you know he’s gonna spank your bare butt when you misbehave, then why do you keep misbehaving?”
Now honey don’t be shy, you know I’ve seen your bare buttocks before, in fact I just spanked them. So please keep your knickers down and your skirt up like I told you to, unless you want to get back over my knee.
The best position for a good spanking as far as I’m concerned. His right leg slightly raised, so that my buttocks are well displayed as a target for him to work on and my upper body is pushed slightly down by gravity, so that my hands are put firmly on the ground and I can hold this position until my arms are just as sore as my buns.
