Mildred went to Ivy’s, where she met Betty and Mary. Like the fire in the plump bottom of our naughty girl, news of the good irls downfall began to spread. The spit in her mouth had gone, her knees went weak as she saw Mummy swell before her taking a deep breath. Her eyebrow lifted and vanished beneath her fringe. She sat down, and opened the envelope. Now she had a vehicle for her pride. She had always been proud of her daughter, a bright intelligent daughter. Not many from the village had got into Grammer School in recent years. She knew that a lot of her peers in the W.I. Would be saying that very night…”I hear Karen got into Grammer school, she deserves it, her Mummy will be so proud.”

This is a story version of one of the true real life spankings as told to me by a delightful lady who went to a Girls Grammer School and was kept in line at home by a slipper wielding mother, who used it on her daughters bare bottom… Often! She shrugged. “I have taken them out over five years, and I’ve paid two years on one and eighteen months on the other—I have paid more than the rate, but I don’t have a settlement figure.” 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.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.

Mr Larson left the attic, and Layla stood and started to get dressed. She removed the nipple clamps. For the several years we had stayed at a nearby boys’ boarding school, but it had closed down. I heard that letting it out in the holidays had been an attempt to raise extra funds, but the place was falling apart and all rescues had finally failed. So this new venue was found. Chamberlains is a large school for older girls, and it is situated on the south coast of England. At the time, I think there were about 400 girls in term-time, about half of whom were boarders, so there was ample room for us all to have a whale of a time in one way or another. The sight of Ben, stiff with pleasure, bouncing up and down on his toes was something I shall never forget for as long as I live. That wonderful room was to become our hidey-hole of sexy delights and wanking adventures for the rest of our stay at Chamberlains. Can you see her?” There, in the bay window is sat the lady in question. A tall woman, sat straight, dipping her pen in the inkwell, let’s look to see what she is writing.After Viennese shortbread accompanying rose-petal panna cotta, she drew Mrs. Davenport aside while their men chatted. Her discreet stinging bottom had lasted an hour, settling into a pleasant promise. In the ‘special interest box’ discreetly placed in a safe corner are a few various ones, in the middle are half a dozen Janus, and Kane magazines. An intriguingly eclectic collection of short tales, which are all intertwined brilliantly to make this a compelling read. Join the women of the tales as they explore their filthiest desires. With tale “You deserve this, Miss Farrow,” Mr Larson said. “You have had this coming for a long time.”

It was predictable and the same every week. Occasionally Mr Larson would finger her, but he usually just spanked her and accepted a blow job. HeYes, sir.” She obeyed his command and positioned herself over his desk. She lowered herself slightly onto her elbows with her palms flat on the desk.

Mummy looked into the mirror, at this distance it was like a well framed photo, her on the bed, her shapely daughter with her upturned rump fine and round, catching the light. She looked at herself, doing what a good loving Mummy should do…her duty. They simply must look, but not be seen or they both might go over the knee of enthusiastic newbie, old-time Vicar. Mind you, thought Tasha naughtily, that might not be such a bad thing. Ladies of the PPC over a knee – it had a certain ring

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In the 1960s and 70s underground comics reacted to the implementation of the Comics Code by drawing comics about any controversial subject they could think of - mostly sex. Robert Crumb and Spain Rodriguez are big names in this area. Almost a minute passed, but it felt longer. Karen looked at her beautiful Mummy, the rounded body looked so cosy and even at this moment strangely comforting, her Mummy bear almost. She saw her Mummy looking at her bush, her hips, she could almost read the thoughts in her head…”My my, my little girl is a girl no more.”