My Thursday maintenance spanking, M/F, rl,sexual, enema

Well, just like he said he would, I got another maintenance spanking and lesson Thursday morning, as soon as Leah was out the door.

The thing I was to focus on, was to remember to be humble, especially with other women, to not be arrogant, to not be defensive, and to not put people down when I'm insecure.

This was a firmer lesson, even though it was maintenance. And it had one of my more hated postions, what I think of as a school type paddling, where after he bared my bottom, and yes, I do find it embarrassing to be bared for punishment or discipline, I had to stand against the wall, take several steps back, then lean forward, with my hands on the wall, arms straight, and legs straight. My bottom felt so tight and Big like that, and I hate being unsupported as well. And he had me raise up on my tiptoes, as if it wasn't bad enough already.

It's at times like these that I'm not sure if staying in shape with yoga and all, is a good thing or not.

His implement of choice for this lesson, was the longer lexan paddle, which also just happens to have holes. If anyone wants, I'll be more then happy to share the site that he got our lexans from. After all, an experience like that should really be shared.

It was so hard to stay in position for my spanking, he paused after each lick, and I would hiss or squeal or after a while, cry, and my fanny would shake and my knees bend, and he'd just wait till I got back in position, offering my poor bottom up to him. I swear it felt like I'd sat on a stove, lexan burns So bad!

He also made sure he went down about a paddle width onto my sitspot/upper thighs. Dang that gets a girls attention.

After, I had corner time, as usual, and after that, we fooled around and he held me.

However, as I was dressing after my shower to get scooting (as fast as my tender bottom let me scoot) to work, he stopped me, and said he thought I needed a little reminder about humilty for the morning at least, and I was placed over his lap, my panties lowered, my cheeks spread, my shy nervous bottom hole was lubed up, and then he slid a plug up and into my bottom!

Oh gosh I squeaked some then!

Then panties back up, and swatted on the fanny and told to finish getting dressed, and a big kiss.

All confused, my poor little body was!

He was right though, it was very humbling having the plug in, at work. Sitting and feeling it pushing in, walking and feeling it move, knowing why it was there.

Then that night, Leah had a date and was going over to her boyfriends, so we had an empty house.

I know my face turned bright red, when I walked into our bathroom, and I saw the nice old fashioned bag hanging from the shower rod. An enema bag for those of you who didn't guess.

So, he came up after me, and got the bag all ready, then a towel on the bed, and me kneeling head and chest flat, bottom high, as he lubed me, and then teased me wickedly with the nozzle. It's bigger then standard, say hot dog sized, so I know it's there. Blush.

Then he slid it in, and in, and then started touching me lower, and I was damp and swollen and needy, and he was circling my clit as well, and then the water started, not to fast, and nice and warm, and I started panting, and I was so randy and wanting him, and then he took me from behind as he filled my tummy with the water...

I clamped so hard on him, and started coming almost as soon as he took me, it just happened, and when he kept taking me, I kept coming. And he would play with the nozzle, and spank my bottom as well, and finger and play with my clit, and it was all just too muich.

Well, he finished, then I squealed and had to run off for a bit.

When I got back, I was over the pillows, as he took advantage of what he'd done to me shortly before.

Sitting was very tender yesterday, and not just because of the spanking.

love,
Angie

this mornings maintenance spankings! M/F rl, sexual

And yes I said spankings, not spanking!


As some of you might know, my Husband has started maintenance discipline with me, again. We've only done that for one other period in our marriage.

Currently, I'm getting it twice a week, on Tue and Thur mornings after Leah has left for school, he doesn't want to have to worry about being quiet, or me having to worry about being quiet.

The last time we did this, (I have that story in my archives, under maintenance...) I will admit I had a lot of trouble getting my head around the concept of 'but I've been good, and you are Still going to spank me?!', but he had me research it before he started it, and, to help me, for which I'm thankful, he gave me something to focus on each time. It wasn't like I was being punished, but like with a punishment, for me to have something to focus on meant that I wasn't just being spanked, but was being taught a lesson, it had a reason.

He has done the same thing this time, thankfully. Say, one time I might be told, 'okay hon, I want you to remember to work on not gossiping, and what I consider gossip, do you understand?'

And when I tell him I do, he starts.

Or the theme of the day might be (and has been) my language, temper, sarcasm, etc.

I don't know why, but yesterday was Very hard for me. Now, I love being in a CDD relationship, I know that he is in charge, I love that he is in charge, I know I do better with this, but gosh, yesterday I was feeling like Such a baby about this that I actually ended up posting a couple of 'vent's at a group. And thank you ladies for your support.

And then I was reading some posts in some of the groups, and it dawned on me just how little I had to fuss about, when I compared what I had going on, with what some of our poor sisters have going on in their lives! It Really put things in perspective. I have no reason to fuss or complain, I have it very, very good, and should be much more grateful, and even more thankful for what I've been given.

So at least I went to bed with that attitude.

When I got up this morning, I was cuddled up to him, funny how I'll often go to sleep spooned by him, but wake up snuggled and cuddled with my head on his chest and in his arms. My nighty was of course up around my neck, he teases me about why I bother to wear it, and I tell him if I have to leave the house in a hurry, at least it will fall down. And while I had started the night with panties they seem to have disappeared as well.

But when he was awake, and don't you love waking up before him, and just looking at him? And okay, it's possible that my friends tease me for being a rather randy little thing normally, but gosh, since he's started the maintenance discipline, its like All I can think about is him having me! Anyway he wants, as often as he wants! I just want to sit by him, cuddle with him, sit on his lap, lay over his lap, have him bed me, have him bend me over and just Take me.

So it was with those meditative thoughts that I was stroking his chest, and when he woke up, I asked him if I could talk to him about my maintenance spanking that I had coming this morning, and how I had been feeling and some thoughts I had.

As a digression, and I know I do that a lot, sorry, this was something I had to get my head around early in our marriage, that I needed to ask him, or that I had something I needed to talk to him about, not Tell him something.

So I told him about my feelings and emotions and feeling so sorry for myself, and being so self involved and having a pity party.

He asked me if I felt guilty about it, and I was on the verge of tears again, I've been so super emotional lately, that I just nodded on his chest yes.

He told me that I'd be getting spanked this morning for that then, to help me get rid of those feelings, and I thanked him.

But, then he told me that he already had a separate lesson picked out for today, so he thought that a second spanking was needed!

Eep!

I kissed him and said 'yes Husband, whatever you think is best dear' and then he sent me to go get the family lexan paddle from it's place on the wall by the fridge, and bring back my hairbrush as well.

Then it was over his lap, nighty back up, bottom bared, and I feel like such a girl again, instead of a woman at times like this, and then I feel like a woman too, when I think of All that he can see when I'm like that, but gosh its different when it's not fooling around and punishemnt or discipline.

I don't feel sexy at such times, just well, embarrassed. And I know that he is enjoying the view and how I feel, he's told me so, that even though its a punishment or correction, he still appreciates my body.

Well, the first spanking I got was 'his' spanking, he told me he wanted to work on my arrogant attitude at work and with other women, and I caught it with both brush and the paddle, ow! And while no, not as bad as a punishment spanking, oh it was bad enough and it got my attention! I was crying pretty quickly, and very much assured him I'd watch my arrogant attitude, you bet!

Then it was my bare bottom in the corner for a bit, and then I was sent to get him the small strap, the convent strap, from London Tanners for you that know the site.

This spanking was over his lap as well, for which I was thankful, I think most of us agree, besides it being easier when your position is draped over something, nothing is quite as good as His lap to be draped over, and then I got my spanking for being self involved, and self pity, and oh gosh I got the message from the very first lick!

More corner time followed, and then we reconnected as he comforted me. He was already fairly hard, when I finished undressing him, and I got him all the way hard in my mouth, and I tried the no hands bit, giggle, but then used them, and I Loved his hands softly in my hair, I felt So sexy and so sexual, and when he was ready, he put me on the bed, my legs around his waist, and my fanny, my poor sore welted bottom rubbing against the sheets as he took me, and ohhhh yesss that added to the sensation!

I Love wrapping my legs around him, wanting More of him, I want his hands under my bottom, squeezing and pinching and taking me, sigh.

Well, I was there and back, and there and back again, and feeling like I was going to shatter, when he pulled out, and put me on my tummy, lifted my bottom up, and then slid into me from behind, his thighs 'spanking' my bottom again, oh gosh yes!

And then, well! He slid out and then rubbed over my back door, and when I 'winked', in he went! And gosh, I clamped down So hard and came so hard again!

And so, that was why I was sitting so tenderly, but happily, all day.

love,
Angie

I sit behind you... M/F, domestic rl

I sit behind you, and I lean forward, and kiss your neck. I trace your muscles with my fingers, still so amazing to me how different you and I can be. And I trace the scars as well, I know them all well, and I'm glad that you don't mind that I love to touch them. I also love how when we are at the beach, and you pull off your shirt, how the young guys will look at you, your muscles, but then those scars, and I can see them wince. And I get all tingly inside knowing I'm yours.

I kiss your neck again, blowing softly on the damp skin after, giggling as I watch your skin twitch at the cool sensation.

Then I yelp as you reach behind you, and gather me up in one big arm, and simply pull me up and around and onto your lap like I'm a toy. My insides are tingling again, and more.

I love being on your lap.

Or over your lap. Even for the punishment spankings. Well, not the actual spanking, but the fact that you love me enough to correct me when I need it, I do love that about you. And, if I'm going to be spanked, there is a comfort to being over your lap, feeling your hard warm thighs under me, your arm pressing on my back.

I'm so very happy right now, my arms are around your neck, and I pull myself up on you, and kiss you, then I soften, and you Kiss me, claiming my mouth, kissing that spot below my ear that makes me melt, and I croon, and your hand is playing with my panties, your other hand playing with my bare breasts through my unbuttoned shirt, and I'm so randy right now, but so sensitive to, every touch is exquisite, yet almost to much.

I try to turn to face you as I sit on your lap, my legs wanting to part, to wrap around your waist and hold you tight to me, but thug that you are, my thug, you don't let me, you hold me where you want, how you want, and I have no chance of breaking away, and knowing that I'm under your control is such a rush and turn on.

You kiss the spot below my ear again, then her sister on the other side, and my panties are so wet now, not damp, wet, and you nibble my ear as your finger is taking ever so wicked liberties below my panties now, and you whisper what a naughty little wife you have, and I shiver, my nipples going past hard, to painfully hard.

For almost two weeks now, you have, after giving me quite the punishment spanking, you have given me maintenance spankings, twice a week, on Tue and Thur, and my bottom is tender even now, but I'm so very much yours. All I can think about is you, about behaving, pleasing you, you bedding me, all of it.

It all jumbles together.

My panties are being slid down now, but you avoid the more sensitive and needy areas, as I pout, and then I find myself being turned over your lap, and I whimper.

You leave my panties banded about my lower thighs, and lean down and kiss each cheek on her plump sore crown, then you rub, softly, and start to spank, not so softly.

My bottom clenches at each spank, and I end up rubbing myself against your jean covered thighs as I try to escape the spanks, and the friction makes me even more frantic, hotter now than my bottom.

But you force me to your rythmn, not mine, and then the occasional Hard spank brings gasps and squeals and frantic kicking and parted legs.

Fingers on my fanny, softly parting and spreading cheeks, and my face is red, I'm embarrassed and excited, and you know it.

I feel your finger tracing my wetness, then that spot between thigh and labia, teasing me, then back up between my cheeks, tapping against my shy bottom hole, and you tell me how you are going to spank between my cheeks, and make me bring you the small wooden spoon and you are going to spank All over between my cheeks, and I whimper as you spank me, because I know you will, and I know what will happen after....

love,
Angie

Vocabulary lesson M/F domestic discipline rl

"Oh! Ow ow oh Honneyyyy pleaseee! I'm sorry so sorry Please Ahhh! O-oh no more please no more!"

The spanking had been bad enough, and then my copying the words he had given me, while seated on my paddled bottom had been horrid, squirming to try to find an unspanked spot to sit on had proved fruitless. And now trying to recite my lesson, while he encouraged me with the strap, as my bare fanny was high in the air, was almost unbearable.

"Quit stalling young lady, and lets hear it."

"Oh oh yes Sir, yes Sir! "

"P-pouting. Pouting means sticking my lip out, to express displeasure, Sir, or that I have a sullen or sulky expression on my face, Sir!"

Crack!

"Ahhhh! oh honey please dear oh I'm sorry!"

"That was very good. Now, what did you learn 'sullen' meant, Angela Lynn?"

"Oh! Oh gosh! No, please, wait! I know it I know it, honest I do! Sullen. Sullen means I'm resentfully silent, Sir! And I'll do better, really I will, I will, plea...Ohhhh! ow ow ow oww owwwww!"

I thought it especially mean that he laid that one on, right on my thigh bottom crease, which he had already paid more then enough attention to.


"Hush. You'll have plenty of time to talk. Next, what did you learn 'sulk' means?"

"Oh yes dear sulk! Sulk. When I sulk, I am sulky I am remaining silent, and holding myself in an ill- Ahhhh! Ow oh oh sorrry sorryyy please I'll get it! I'll get it! W-when I sulk I am remaining silent, and holding myself in an aloof, sullen, ill tempered, or offended mood! And that's not allowed either Sir! I'm sorry, it won't happen again! I promise oh I promi.... Eeeeiiiii!!!!!"

Again on my sit spot!

"Good. And it better not little wife. Because I'm done putting up with your moods. So help me, from now on, any moody behavior from you, and you aren't going to sit, is that understood?"

"Oh yes dear it is, please honey I'll be so good I will and ..."

"What did you learn 'aloof' means, Angela Lynn?"

"Oh yes Honey Aloof! Aloof means I'm acting standoffish, distant, chilly, and unapproachable!!!"

"Hush and listen. Are you allowed to be sullen, Angela Lynn?"

"No Sir! No dear I'm not! I'....Owwwwieeee!!!"

That one was across the plumpest part of my poor plump rump.

"No, you aren't, and Why aren't you young lady?"

"B-because if I'm sullen, it means I'm both resentful and silent, Dear! An, and if I'm upset or resentful with you, I'm not to be silent but to tell you why, Dear!"

"Very good Angie..." pat pat pat.... "and, are you allowed to be sulky little one?"

"No Honey I'm not I'm not! Because if I'm sulking Sir that means I'm being silent again, and being aloof, and ill tempered, and sullen and acting offended! And I'm sorry honey oh please I am!"

"Well you certainly aren't silent now, are you? Are you going to remember this the next time you are upset?"

"Yes! Yes! I will I will! I... OWWWWWWW!!!!!"

"And are you allowed to be aloof, little one?"

"N-no, no Dear, I'm, I'm not, cause, cause if I'm aloof I'm trying to to be unapproachable and keep you at a distance, Dear. I'm soooo sorryyyyyyyy! Really I am I should have talked to you, I should have..."

"You should hush and listen, baby, is what you should do. Now, are you allowed to pout, Angie?"

"Oh no, no pouting, I won't pout because it means I'm being sulky or sullen!"

"Close sweety...."

"Oh honey, I'm not sassing but I'm sure that was right and..."

"Hush. Here is your pouting rule. I don't care if see a pout on your pretty little face, understood? Provided you aren't sulky, or sullen. Because what do those two things have in common, Angela Lynn?"

Another to my sit spots!

"Ahhhhh!!!!! Oh oh owwww!!!!! T-they mean I'm b-being silent, and bad tempered Dear!"

"Very good, sweety. What else does pouty mean?"

"Oh. Um, that I'm sticking my lip out to express displeasure?"

"Yes it does, sweety. THAT you won't get in trouble for, as long as you tell me Why you are pouting, clear?"

"Oh yes dear, very clear, crystal clear, perfectly clea... Ohhh!!!!" and that as soft lips kissed each blazing and tender bottom cheek.

"And, Angie baby, why else do naughty little wives sometimes pout? Hmmm"

Tears then, as I didn't know, and the thought of more spanks was unbearable.

I turn my head to look at him, confused, and not wanting to get this wrong. I can see the soft smile on his face, stern and cross no longer.

"W-we sometimes p-pout to get our Husband's attention?"

A soft nod...

"O-or to flirt or to play or fish for a compliment?"

"Well, I don't know about other naughty little wives, but I know mine does that. And that kind of pouting I would very much like if you did whenever you want, Angela Lynn. But, what kind of pouting aren't you allowed anymore?"

"The bad kind! The silent moody sullen sulky kind Dear!"

soft kiss, on my trembling tear moistened lips this time...

"I think you have it now. Do we need to go over your new words another time, to be sure, Angela?"

"Oh no please no I remember! I...." I saw his smile is what I saw.

So I pouted. But not in the bad way.

love,
Angie

A little holiday update, MF rl

Goodness ,hi all, hard to believe that the weekend is pretty much over!

Well it's been eventful past few days.

We actually got a head start on Friday's Consensual Spanking day, starting Thur.

I got spanked after work, with Jack just turning me over his lap, and flipping the skirt of my nice work dress up over my back, as he spanked me with his hand over my panties, then on my bare fanny.

After pulling my undies down, the bully made me go and get the rotten little wood Cracker Barrell paddle. Some of you will know what this is, hard to explain otherwise. Lets just say that it Really stings even for good girl spankings and is Loud!

So, he has been taking advantage of our summer empty nest by using all our loud toys.

Of course, since this wasn't a punishment or discipline spanking (and yes, there is a difference between the two) there was also lots of 'checking' to make sure I was alright.

And oh my was I.

I was also spanked again that night, before an early bedtime. Not that we went to sleep. That one was with the delicious London Tanner DD strap. Yum.


And, to clear up an apparent misconception, most of my good girl spankings are Not hard, or at least most of the spanks aren't.

The spankings vary in length and intensity, and part of the fun is I'm not quite sure what he often has in mind, I Love that he is in control, not me.

Friday morning, started the day with hand and my brush, so domestic, sigh . And then back to bed, of course.

And another spanking later that night, with my sorority paddle, bent over the back of the couch..... where I stayed for my 'comforting' after my paddling.

A quick little hand spanking Sat. morning, he was late for his early fishing with his buddies (sob, I'm so neglected!) and then later that day, we got ready to do our part grilling and such for our block party. Then fireworks, then home, and one of my Fave things to be spanked with, the light wooden oven shovel. Looks nasty, loud as all heck, but such a Nice little sting. Then we had our own fireworks show.

This morning, however, was not all fun and games. It's been a while since I had one, but I got a preventive spanking with the little lexan paddle! Ow! He even bared my bottom first and made me go and get it from where it hangs by the fridge! Meanie! Although I was pretty meek and compliant at the time. Oh, and this preventive spanking was to remind me that gossip is not acceptable, and I Very sincerely believe that and tearfully and repeatedly told him so.

I think that pretty much does it.

Love,
Angie

Playing around, M/F, rl, domestic. sexual

From a while ago, when he was gone for about 18 months.....

Okay, I recieved a few 'scolding' emails, telling me it wasn't nice to tease and put up reposts without doing something new. So, here it goes. Hope you enjoy. Since my husband has is still overseas, this is a 'historical' spanking, but not one I've written about before.... and yes, there is some sex involved. So there, you've been warned.


I had just come out of the shower, humming happily to myself, after an early morning wake up romp in bed...one that left me very happy, and most pink bottomed, but now I had to scoot to get to work on time, and still had breakfast to eat.

Something I possibly would have skipped, except he knows (from me telling him) that it's bad for me, and he had caught me just the other day, skipping, and had warned me. I knew if he caught me today, there would be no more warnings, but I could always grab some fruit and yogurt to go... that would work.

I like spanking, but Not discipline spankings.... and as I was toweling my hair off, I was trying to decide what to wear, when I saw that he had already laid out something for me on the bed.

The cat made sure I noticed it, she was curled up sleeping on it. I moved the cat, and smiled.

I have talked about this some in the past, and not sure if I explained it right, as some women after have said how they could Never have a man decide what they do and don't wear.... and it isn't that way for us.

He isn't forcing me to do anything. it is a game we play, for both of our enjoyment. On my part, I LOVE that he actually notices what I wear, and than he has favorites and opinions about what he wants to see me in.

And so some days, he will lay out what he wants me to dress in.

Now, the game part is that he never picks the Whole outfit. It's either the outerwear, like today, a nice dress, the kind women wear to work over here, light blue on top, gradualy going in darker shades to the bottom. Soft light summer weight linen. But no undies...

That I would be picking out, and only later, tonight, would he find out What I had on under his pick. Other times, it's the opposite, he has set out panties and maybe a matching bra, and then I pick out what I want to wear over it....

But for today, I smile, and head to one of my panty drawers, ( I have three, full, and need to start a fourth...) already thinking what I want, that will look good under this. And pick out a nice, soft, creamy white bra and panty set, satin, string bikinis, almost too small, so they ride low in back, so the top of my bottom cleavage is showing, I know how much that turns him on... and he loves the cream color against the tan of my legs and back...and he loves seeing my bottom glowing pink (which means it's really red) under them as well... and I think of how happy I was when he had given them to me. I love that he loves me in my pretty undies as much as I love wearing them.

And I think it is sweet that the big thug (for those new to my stories, he's about 6'4" and about 250 lbs...) has no trouble in going into a lingere store or department, and looking around, and not just grabbbing the first thing there.

So, I slip them on, pull the dress on, no hose (mom was shocked when she came over here (Hawaii) and saw I would go to work quite often bare legged, wearing dress sandals...but unless I really feel like it, or need to, So hot and humid to wear pantyhose over here, and thigh highs are Such a pain...) and still happily humming, go and get something to take to work to eat, and meet Jack in the kitchen.

He pulls me over for a quick kiss, tells me I look pretty, I blush and thank him, and his hand is on my plump little rump, he's rubbing the dress softly back and forth over my fanny, then tracing the pantylines he can feel through the dress... I laugh, as I pull away, he's trying to figure out what I've got on under...good, let him wonder.

Tell him I have to run, Show him the fruit and yogurt, he kisses me again, and tells me that I'm wearing either silk or satin under the dress, from the way it slides when he rubbed me, and I just smile back.

I'm thinking throughout the day, about what is going to take place when we get home, wondering what he has planned...

I Love it when he simply takes charge, he is considerate of my feelings and likes, but he is running the show...sigh....

I catch myself in a little fantasy, as I sit supposedly catching up on paperwork, behind closed doors, and blush as I realize my hand was stroking my breast, as I imagined him taking the brush, or paddle, or tawse, to my freshly bared and pinked rump....pretty panties in a delicious tangle around my knees, or perhaps, puddled on the floor as I stand in the corner, or maybe in an untidy pile by my head as he raises that paddle high....yessss, the paddle.... I email him.

Tell him it's personal in the subject line, in case someone is watching. Send him a pic of the paddle I'm thinking of, my fave, the oven shovel/pizza paddle...broad (as he teases, the bully, big enough to cover my fat little fanny.... and before you ladies get mad, I love it when he teases me like that...), thin, light, delicious surface sting, not much deep ache, Lots of noise, oh yesssss....

And for those of you wondering how I could send it, knowing how technically inept I am at such things, he has created a folder for me, with shots of my fave toys, for such times, and drilled me, till I could....

All I send is the pic, and the two lines, "Thinking of youLove,Angie"

Work can't end fast enough, so of course there is a late patient...but I eventually make it home.

His truck is there already, and he is there, sitting in the living room, drink in hand... and he reaches out, and I go to him, and he pulls me Onto his lap, and I snuggle in, and he Kisses me till my breathe is gone, I'm melty inside, and molded against him....

He puts his arm under my legs, the other around my back, and simply stands up with me, and I feel my tummy go all warm inside, and lower parts are warmer yet, I Love how strong he is....
silly as it sounds, it takes me back to my girlhood days of reading the Conan books, and thinking that I wanted to be one of those pretty wenches with a Man like that....

I love when he carries me like this, but unlike how he would do it if we were around others, he didn't bother being careful and gathering up my dress, so it is hanging down, and I can feel the air on my pantied bottom....

and he brings me to the center island, between the dining room and kitchen, and sets my fanny on the cool marble, and I squeak... and I catch my breath as he reaches over me, and takes down the shovel.... I know I'm biting my lip... He picks me up again, but this time it's over the shoulder...and I squeal in protest, which he dutifuly ignores.

He knows what he is about. and my dress is riding up over my hips, and it's embarrassing, and turn on all at once... and he carries me to the bedroom, popping my bottom, spanks, not pats, with that lovely paddle...

"I knew they were satin."

I laugh, and in wifely fashion, correct him.

"YOU said either satin or silk,you did Not know. Honeyyyyy!!!!"

The last squealed out as he decidedly increased the sting of the spank which followed my little impudence....

Several more just like them follow, followed each time by my squealed Honey's and dears and sweetys....but I'm trapped up there, going nowhere.

Till we reach the bed.

He puts me on my feet, I'm breathless now (both from this whole scene, and getting carried tummy down!) and he stands me between his legs, 'scolding' me about how 'naughty' I've been lately, how sassy, bratty, and ill behaved I've been... how what I so Obviously am looking for, is a good, old fashioned spanking, till I'm crying and fussing and kicking and squealing, till my chubby little cheeks feel like they are on fire and tears are softly falling...

My knees are so weak,and I'm weak inside too, the words, the tone, the look, I want it So badly, I don't want it So badly.....it's going to hurt, I'm going to embarrass myself, and carry on like a bratty teen, I'm going to cry... and I wouldn't stop it for the world...

And then it's over his left leg...not both, this time... I love how it's never quite the same, how he keeps me guessing.... hands on my hips and ass, lifting me slightly, as if I weigh nothing, till my bottom is pointing Straight up.... and then he starts spanking, no love taps, but spanking, with that big hard hand of his....

My breath catches, I gasp, squeal, fuss.... he loves it that I'm not stoic... and stoic has Never described me in a spanking.

He loves spanking me in stages like this, he tells me how he loves how I look in this dress, how he loves how it hugs my curves so softly, how he loves to watch my bottom and hips sway as I walk.... god I love him so much right now.... he tells me how Good I feel under his hand like this, soft and firm all at the same time, how he Loves the little wobble that happens when he spanks me... how he can Feel the panties try to contain it....and he finishes with a flurry of harder spanks, that has me scissoring my ankles together, and mouthing protests...

Then I feel him move against me, as he bends enough to catch up the hem of my dress, and he slides it slowly, knowing it drives me nuts (in a discipline spanking, he would simply lift it matter of factly as he got down to business....) and I blush, still embarrassed after all these years for him to see me like that...wondering what he sees, if he Likes what sees yet, wondering if he thinks my fanny is too big now, wondering how the panties are fitting, the usualy girlish thoughts....and I find myself embarrassingly begging him Not to pull my dress up!

He, brute that he is, ignores me, thank god! And now his palm is popping Quite hard across both my panties, as well as the chubby little bit that has spilled out over the top, and the chubby little moons that are peaking out below.... and while panties may not provide much protection, there Is a difference between the pantied spanks and those on bare skin... that, and that fat little underhang, the thigh bottom crease, is especially attention getting no matter what....

"Oh, honEYYY! Oh It hurts,Ow oh sweetiEEEEE!!!! Not in the same spot, Nooooo! Oh not my thighs, not my thighs!!!! " and so on, and so forth....

And while I fussing and squealing and Kicking by now, his left hand is busily undoing the buttons on the back of my dress... so it is over my waist, and unbuttoned practicaly falling off, and that same wicked hand is now stroking my back and hair, and my side, touching the side of my breasts... oh god yes....and his right hand has stopped, and I'm starting to almost sniffle, and that right hand starts to trace my panties, fingers gliding under waist band, traveling between my cheeks, under the leg bands...

I'm molten, and I'm also red of face, as he finds out just How damp I am now....and he touches me There, and There, and There.... and I squeal and protest at his touch, and at his touch going away.... and then, hand Under my panties, and down he skins them, slowly, letting them stay caught up in my bottom crack, till they pull out on their own, knowing it embarrassses me, and that at times like this, that is Exactly what I need..

Letting them turn inside out, taking them not just down, but down to my knees, below them, so that when I kick, and I will kick, they will at first bind, stretch, then gradually be kicked off, till they wave from one ankle like a flag of surrender. I'm often amazed, after a long hard spanking, at how many times they are still there when it is all done, still hanging tangled from one ankle....

And know that left arm is across my back, not Hard, but firm, like pressing against the wall, I'm not going anywhere till he wants me too....scary but exciting....but scary....

And then, "Little girl, this is going to sting..." and Whap!

His palm on my already hot little bottom! I squeak, squeal (yes guys, there is a difference...) fuss, and my panties do their job, and I can only kick So wide, so have to kick more up and down...and then I don't remember anything about panties...

I Do remember telling him how Sorry I was, How I would be Good in the future, how I would behave, and how this time I really really meant it...

I remember getting sniffly, then tears softly flowing, and then, I remember how he repositioned me... he told me later, that he waited till I had indeed, kicked my panties partially off...so my legs could part wider... and he placed me now, so I was straddling his left leg, my bare pussy and wet girly parts rubbing from want and reaction to the spanking against his jean covered knee, my clitty puffy and swollen as my lips, and I feel him pick up that damn paddle now, and he cracks it down, and it is So loud, and the noise more than the sting and burn makes the tears start to flow; anything that loud Has to hurt badly, or so my mind thinks...

and each Wicked Crack of the paddle Drives my pussy down and over his leg, stimulating clit and other areas, and I am gasping, first from pain, then from pleasure, and my breathing is So shallow and So rapid... my hips are thrusting up and down, and he is now matching His spanking to My pace... such a good, good lover...he knows that when a girl is there, NOTHING gets changed, not the pace, not the position, nothing....

and then I stiffen, shatter, my tummy ripples, there is an electric current between my nipples and clit and Every spank is felt in a bad/good way on my bottom and just in a good way in my pussy and anus....

I don't know if he spanked longer, or not... I simply lay there, limp, crying from pleasure... and coming back with him stroking back, hair, face, bottom, between my cheeks, and So tender there, that the bully must have spanked inbetween when my kicking exposed what is to be left unspanked...will have such a delicious reminder tomorrow when I sit....

He lifts me up, puts me on his lap, fanny ON his lap, not hanging off, and I twist so my arms are around his neck, and I Kiss him hard and deep and long, but again, it's me who is breathless first...

I slip off his lap, kissing his chest I don't know when he got rid of his shirt, down his hard stomach, my red ass (I know, I looked.... I Always look) resting on my heels, as I undo his jeans, and take him out of his boxers.... and I suck him then, licking softly at first, teasing him, he's already hard, brute that he is..., hot semi hard, but Hard... he has told me in the past how much of a show I put on, and in Explicit, face reddening detail told me What he can see and how much it turns him on, that and my squirming and noises, and that he can do that for me....

So, now it's my turn, to show him I can be a good wife...I lick, blow lightly over the wet skin, tease, taking him him, sucking, humming my happy song again, fingers busy over his skin, his fingers in my hair, stroking, god I love that... touching my face... I can Feel that he is almost there, and stop.... and push Him back onto the bed, finish undressing him, then climb on top, his hands on my ass and I Tighten down and squeal when he kneads my rump, clamping down on him, and he rolls me over onto my back, and Rides me hard and deep, taking my legs, my knees over his elbows, opened and ready and wanting, the soft sheets harsh against tender bottom all adding to it.... and then he comes, hard.... and he keeps riding, and his finger has gone to that more private hole, and I gasp, squeal, he takes me there as well, I squeak, my eyes widen, I clamp down So hard on finger and cock, and come again....

After, much after... he says he doesn't feel like going out to eat tonight...and since I don't feel like cooking, I'm across his lap, bare abused bottom in the air, on the phone, Trying to maintain my composure as He ISN'T behaving himself in the least and is taking ALL sorts of liberties with me down 'there', and I order in some plate lunches from my favorite local greasy spoon...

He's told me I've been a Very bad girl lately, and that I will need to eat up to keep my strength up for the rest of the night....

love and kisses,

Angie

A morning spanking, M/F,domestic, rl

I had gotten up before he did this morning, did my yoga, checked back on him, feeling sorta passionate, but the big thug (or would that be slug?) was still sleeping. Apparently too much activity last night, and he is getting old.

So, ignored my early morning urge to wake him up and jump his bones, and showered. And perhaps let the shower massager linger longer in some areas then in others...

Mostly dried off, grabbed some little pink microfiber string bikini panties, slightly snug, so my bottom and hips kinda plumped out over the elastic at waist and legs, and grabbed a shorty tshirt, one that barely came to below my panties, and went to make some breakfast.

He came out, apparently lured by the smell of bacon frying. He went and got his coffee before coming over and giving me my kiss (I'm used to it, he's an ex-Infantry lifer, and must maintain a certain coffee serum blood level to function....) and from behind me at the counter, I heard him go "Hmmmm, little girl, nice panties."

Okay, so I was slightly bent as I was reaching for something, and most of my fanny was on display, and I blushed. I always blush, but I So love it that he not only notices,but comments.

I turned slightly to say thank you, and got my kiss as I did, oh my! And then he was snug behind me, and I was very aware of how much he liked me.

So, girl that I am, I pouted and fished for a compliment.

"So, it's just my panties you like? If you want, I can always peel them off, and the two of you can be happy together."

He nuzzled my neck at my sweet spot, and my bones just melted, and I let my head back against him as I cooed in delight, and his one arm was wrapped around my waist, his other hand was on my fanny, bridging both cheeks, gently squeezing, cupping, pinching. My fresh little panties were becoming quite damp. And that deep, testosterone chuckle,that always gives me delicous goosebumps.

"No baby, I don't like just your panties, you pretty little brat." Spank!

"They are cute, but, " Spank! " you know it's just pretty wrapping on the real present, sugar."

Hmmmm, that was more like it.

"Hmmph! Well, I'm glad you like my fanny, and you coulda got So lucky this morning, but you were sleeping, oh well Honeeee!!!!!!"

I LOVE it when the big thug simply picks me up like I weigh nothing, and puts me over his shoulder! A Firm spank to upturned and exposed bottom, a squeal, of course, and a hurried plea to turn off the burner.

Moving to the counter on the way out of the kitchen, he picked up a wooden spoon from our new Rosy Bottoms kitchen spanking collection (highly recommend her stuff) and he carried me out to the dining room island, sat me down, and sat down on a bar stool, and picked me up again, and upended me over his lap. God I love it there. So of course I fussed.

"Honeyyyyyy!" wiggle wriggle squirm! My! Someone was Hard below me!

"Let me up! I don't have time to play now! " God, if he let me up, I swore I'd kill him!

"I was randy earlier, when you were still sleeping, now I have to get breakfast, get dressed, and go to work!"

Accompanied with more squirms, wriggles and pressing down into him.

Crack!

"Eeeeeeiii! Honeyyyyyyyy! that hurt!!!!!!!"

The bully had used the wide wooden spatula with holes to start with! The wriggling, etc, wasn't just play anymore, that thing burns!

Crack crack crack!

The only concession to a 'warmup' was that my little (very damp now ) panties were still left on. And my squirming was accompanied by appropriate sound effects.

It was one of those light but fast and burning spankings, and I was flutter kicking as if I was swimming. A pause, as I simply hung there over his lap, gasping, panting trying to catch my breath, and then he pulled my panties down.

"Honeyyyyyyy Noooooooooo!"

Oh yes yes yes!!!!!! Okay, there is nothing better than that moment when your lover pulls your panties down, and embarrassingly bares your bottom. Unless it's the moment when they first expose your panties, or the moment when...

He left them at my knees, he loves to watch me kick them off. But instead of continuing on with the spatula, he used his favorite thing of all, his hand. Nothing, absolutely nothing, compares to the feel of hand on my bottom.

Large, firm, hard as a paddle, but cupped so it molded to my fanny, and when he spanked my left cheek, letting the fingers of his hand curve into the cleft between my cheeks, stings so badly, but so lovely too!

Concentrating now on the lower curves, and now Loud fussing squealing as he hit the lower sit spots, upper thighs!

My little pink panties waving franticaly from one ankle now, he loves that.

Hushing me, telling me with all the guests that will soon be coming for the summer, that I should enjoy a good morning spanking when I can.

And his left arm wrapped under my tummy now, his hand down 'there' as I gasped and wriggled against his very knowing fingers, and then he spanked me, and spanked me, and spanked me some more. And I came, and I came, and I came.

When I regained conciousness, he was lightly stroking my bottom, then kissed each cheek, set me back on my feet, Spanked me hard across the middle of my butt, and told me to scoot and shower up again,and change, while he got breakfast.

I jumped, squealed, held my butt, kissed him, and ran upstairs. And came back down, in the ice blue office sundress, that he likes, with the matching undies.

And sat my warm little bottom down in his lap while we ate, and he told me I could show him what a good little wife I was tonight, after work.

Love,
Angie

My Husband cheats (at games) M/F, rl domestic

So, I was a happy little camperette after this mornings fun and games, life was good, work was good, everything was good.

It was just after lunch, when our receptionist let me know Jack was on the phone for me. I answered, and immediately blushed when he asked how I was doing, if I was sitting okay, if I was thinking about this morning at all.

So, even though thrilled that he called, I was still semi embarrassed, and so did that wife thing were I'm talking to him in that loud semi hushed whisper, so he could tell I was serious.

Trying to shhh him and change the subject, before everyone wondered later why I was so flustered and kept blushing.

He, big bully, just chuckled, and reminded me that I 'owed' him yet, and he would be collecting after work.

Oh my,yes! Had been thinking such happy thoughts myself, about 'paying up', but,before I had a chance to tell him that, he told me that when I got home, if my panties were damp, I was going to get a strapping!

Okay, whatever little blush was going on before, was Nothing to the flaming red that I could feel from my breasts to the tips of my ears!

What a cheater!

He Knows what his words do to me! Even if I wouldn't have been damp and ready for him (an unlikely possibility, but hey, a possibility) when I got home before he said something, he Knows that simply the threat of a 'punishment' like that will be enough to make me think of it, all afternoon, and so of Course I'll be damp. Heck, damp would be an understatement!

So I hissed out a furious/blushing/whispered wifely "Jack!!!!!" and the big thug just laughed and hung up!

Ahhhh!

Men!

Well, as I said, that was the focus of all actual non work related brain activity for the rest of the afternoon.

I briefly toyed with the idea of going to the beach instead of right home, but, didn't want to turn a 'punishment' into a Punishment.

Got home, he was there already, watching something on tv, and simply said hi, and then "Angela Lynn, I want you to go upstairs, and get ready. I'll be up shortly."

MORE cheating!

He KNOWS what using my full first name, AND as if that wasn't enough, my middle name, does to me!!!!

I stammered out an articulate "Y-yes dear." , came over and gave him a kiss and went upstairs. Where he had everything ready.

The large physical therapy D shaped bolster at the foot of the bed. More convienent then pillows, and it doesn't squish down.

I walked behind it, debated about skirt up or down, as sometimes he likes to do the undressing, but figured I might get extras if I didn't pull it up.

Unless of course he wanted it down.

Debated which one would get me extras.

Finally made a mental coin toss, and went with skirt up.

Laid over the bolster, squirmed till I got like I know he likes, fat little fanny pointing up, toes not quite touching the floor.

Reached back and pulled my skirt up and off my rump, and cradled my head in my arms, Very aware of every sound in the house, and the picture I was going to make when he saw me like this, bent over, bottoms up, ice blue dress and ice blue satin bikini panties framing the light tanned skin of my bare exposed back.

And I was embarrasingly wet.

Part of me was tempted to touch myself, to see if I was wet enough that he could tell by looking at my panties, but I decided that the last thing I wanted was for him to catch me touching myself, to humiliating.

Oh, and I forgot to mention, he had left out the London Tanners's spanking strop on the bed, about a foot above my head, directly in my line of sight. Meany.

Cheating meany.

Now, this is in fact, one of my Fave play toys. It's the 17 inch long, 2 inch wide model, short enough for otk use if he wants, still long enough for nice use while I'm bent over, and the slight extra width helps prevent too much welting. The already doubled over strop makes such a Loud, delicous, scary exciting sound, and just the right amount of surface burn and sting, and deep muscle ache and ooooo!

So, the meany left me there, fat bottom up for like ten minutes, just squirming in anticipation! More cheating, he knows what waiting does to me!

And finally I can hear his footsteps coming upstairs and into our room. Comes behind me, cups my fanny as I catch my breath, leans beside me, kisses me hard and deep while stroking my bottom, tells me how sexy I look like this, but, I was a bad girl, not letting him undress me, that would cost me extras (Yes! I had guessed right! What? You thought I was trying to get out of extras!?)

And then he straightened up, and played with the elastic on my panties which he Knows drives me nuts, I so love it, and he slooowwwwwwlllllyyyyyyy pulls my Very Very wet panties down, turning them inside out as he does, which is So embarrassing.

And he feels he has to comment on how creamy I am, as if I didn't know!

Telling me I'm in for a strapping now. Asks me if I have anything to say.

And I tell him that it's no fair, and that he is a Massive cheater, and that it's no fair I'm getting extras when he didn't specify what getting ready meant!

And, I asked if he could take my panties all the way off, telling him when he asked why, that I didn't want to stretch out my good panties with my kicking, thank you very much!

A handspanking, then, firm, lovely, all over, one cheek, then the other, then across both at once, centered on the area of my concealed anus....such wonderful sensations.

A Very thorough warm up, with Lots and Lots of touching,and checking and comments about how aroused this 'punishment' seemed to be making me.

But, he wasn't close to letting me come.

And then the Strop.

Oh yes, left hand on my back, above my tan line, white bottom squirming cause I simply can't take the waiting, and then Crack! I squeal, I Always squeal, and a band of fire is across the very fattest center of my bottom,and the pressure of his hand on my back reminds me to stick my bottom back up and out.

But first, he tells me to spread my knees farther apart!

I blush More, do so, and Crack!

The spanking Really starts now, mostly covering both cheeks, occasionly switching sides, so my left gets her fair share of the strops end, sometimes, because he's mean, and because he knows I dream of these things (foolish, foolish me!) he spanks only one cheek, so the doubled over, rounded end slightly wraps inbetween! Much squealed protests over that!

And then, when I'm at that teary pleading I'm so sorry I'll be good stage, it's over, but I don't know it yet, and then he is simply In me, taking me, hands on Red bottom and plump hips, riding me hard, fast, deep...

After, after a nice long ride, he tells me to put some bottoms on, it's time to go for a swim....

And so I did.

In my nice, modest board shorts.

love,
Angie

Okay, it was Not a lie! M/F, rl

Husbands, despite being loved and needed, are at times terribly unfair!

I Still maintain that I answered him honestly, that it wasn't even a fib, let alone a lie, when he asked me what I'd been up to this evening, and I told him housekeeping.

Just because He assumed I meant the cleaning around our house, housekeeping, instead of clearing out all the deadwood from yahoo groups (went from 11 pages to only 4 1/2, and as Slow as yahoo groups is, that was work!), housekeeping, is a fault of his assumptions! Housekeeping is a perfectly acceptable term for what I was doing, I've seen others use it too!


sulking as I sit on my pillow.....

love,
Angie

drawing by Kami Tora, at anime otk

Hawaii spankings, F/f, M/F, rl, domestic

a repost from SIN, gosh, wrote this must be about 10 years ago now.

A certain someone, when they found out that I lived over here, asked if I had ever been spanked with a slipper. And the answer is yes, yes I have.

Now that I am feeling up to writing new stuff again, I thought this might be a good way to get back into things.

Over here in Hawaii, the most common footwear is what everyone calls 'slippers' (or in the local pidgen slang, 'slippahs').

Now these are not bedroom style slippers, or the gymshoe type of the UK. These are what would be called back on the mainland sandals, or in many cases, flip flops or shower shoes.

Those inexpensive little thong type plastic/rubber bottomed sandals with no heelstrap that go between your big toe and the one next to it. Except over here, you can go from the really cheap flimsy ones, to the fancier ones, with patterned soles, and thicker, and all sorts of designer colors and such.

Now one of the benifits of being a woman is getting to hear all the girl talk around the office and at social occasions and such. And it is amazing how often the subject of kids and discipline comes up, without ME being the one to bring it up. Invariably, some one mentions spanking, and everyone shares their experiences.

Despite all the different family preferences for spanking tools, overall winner here is the slipper. Everyone from the grandmother types in my office, to the new little receptionist, just out of high school, all have tales about their tails feeling the slipper.

It is a fairyl COMMON sight, to see out in a park or in a parking lot or at the beach, to see some frustrated parent, moms more often than dads, with a kicking and fussing kid over their lap, while the slipper is most vigorously applied despite the kicking and howling and crying and pleading.

And this isn't always just little kids either. I've seen some teenage misses upended over parental laps out in public, getting a quick lesson in manners, and the fact that they aren't quite as grown up as they thought they were.

One of the more recent sightings happened at the beach. A mom that I had a nodding aquaintance with was nearby with her family. Pretty good kids for the most part. One of the girls was 15, my youngest girls age. The next girl was 13, and then a boy about 5.

Mom had to go back to the car for something, and she told the 13 yo to watch the boy, and make sure he stayed in the shallow water. That much I heard. I went back to sleep, and a little while later heard some crying down at the water, so I looked up, and saw the boy getting rolled in the surf, no sister or anyone else around.

I go and drag him out, and asked him where his sister was, and he didn't know. About then, mom comes along, and the story is repeated. Then comes in miss 13, after waving goodbye to some boys that were WAY to old for her 13 yo butt.

Her mom starts lecturing right away, and telling her how much trouble she is in, etc. Her daughter cops a real teen attitude, with a "Mommmm, I AM 13 you know," and even better, "I don't know why I have to watch him all the time, all I do is work!"

Mom grabbed her wrist, sat down, pulled her over her lap right there on the beach, and took off one of her thick soled slippers, and went to work on her daughters bottom right then and there! She had been swimming too, so her little bikini bottoms were still wet, as was her fanny! And boy, take it from experience, does that ever increase the sting.

The bottoms were moderately modest, but they had ridden up a bit, and her mom made sure to REALLY redden any uncovered sit spot till it was glowing. From all the crying and pleading, she didn't sound so grownup anymore. When she let her up, she was dancing around, and people were looking and pointing, but no sympathy for her though.

Didn't even get to run into the water to hide her red butt and upper thighs, mom made her stay on the beach, babysitting her brother for a while longer, before she let her go swim to hide and cool off.

It is also fairly common around the island to see the boys and young men when they are playing around at the parks and beaches with their girls, to spank them a couple of times with the slipper, hard enough to make them rub, even if it is a couple of swats.

And, as I said in the beginning, I have been spanked with a slipper also, by my husband and my Momma Sue. He hasn't been shy about doing it at the beach, and he really lays some licks on!

Of course, between his laughing and me carrying on, it's evident that it's just playing around, if a bit hard, and not once has anyone ever intervened or come over to see if I was okay.

I normally retreat to the water as soon as I can. If I'm lucky, I can coax him into the water as well, so he can comfort me properly out there, in the waves....

love,
Angie

My cousins and skirt lengths, F/f, rl

from a letter I sent to a friend....
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I had cousins who attended a Catholic school when we were growing up,and they told similar stories of the girls (including themselves) playing games with their skirt lengths. And, like your friend, corporal punishment was used in school, and occasionaly a girl was found to be way in violation, and was quickly taken in hand.

I remember them saying something though, not only about rulers being used to measure, but about a hand rule.

For some reason, possibly because it was considered cute on younger girls (or now that I think about it, perhaps because the parents didn't want to buy new skirts all the time...), the grade schoolgirls (grades 1-6, so ages 6-12) used the 'hand' rule for their skirt lengths, meaning that if they stood up straight, the skirt couldn't be shorter then their finger tips. If it was, and it wasn't due to rolling of the skirt, a note was sent home, saying that she needed a new size. If however, her skirt had been tampered with,well, she was turned over her teachers lap right there in class, and spanked! Eeek!

And, while it wasn't always over panties, it usually was, it was only girls in class, modesty in front of classmates wasn't a big issue.

Once in Junior High and High School however, they used a ruler; I think they said that the rule was no more than 2 inches from the floor, when kneeling, I could be wrong. Because of their ages though, Much rebellion at this, also, this was in the 60'sand 70's, and out in Los Angeles and think back to the skirts and dresses that the girls wore on such shows as the Brady Bunch, or the Partrige Family, or ModSquad, almost knee length skirts were Not the fashion, especially inLos Angeles! They said that almost every day, that more than one girl was soundly spanked (actually, the older girls were usually paddled or strapped!) due to a uniform violation.

Sometimes in class, but repeat offenders were sent to the Mother Superiors office for a very painful talk!

And, anyone who was spanked in school, had a note sent home, telling her parents what had happened, and why! So, most of the girls, such as my cousins, got spanked again that night, by less than sympathetic parents who ignored girlish pleas that they had already been spanked,hard, and their bottoms were still sore!

My one cousin said the most embarrassing one that she heard of was when one of her classmates got caught rolling her skirt up for the third time in not quite 3 weeks, and not just a little bit, but a lot, and was sent to the Mother Superiors office, who then called her mom, to let her know about the problem, again.

Except that this was the first mom had heard about it! The girl had been forging her mom's signature! So, her mom said she would be right there! The girl was nose in the corner till her mom got there,then got a lecture from her mom and the Mother Superior, got an over the desk strapping on her panties from the Mother Superior, and then her mom took her over her lap right there, and rumor had it that the panties didn't stay up and that a hairbrush was used! And, as mom left, she said her daddy would be talking to her that night as well!

love,
Angie

Catholic schoolgirl spankings, rl

Okay, here's the disclaimer part. These couple of short memories arefrom what my California cousins told me, and then what a friend toldme that I met when I was in the Army....
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My cousins.

My favorite aunt moved out to California, right after she graduated High School, and I think that is one of the reasons I liked her, she just had the guts to go and leave the midwest farming community where she had been born, and where I grew up.

I saw her kids, my cousins, about every other year. Four girls, one boy (but he doesn't count, even though he is a nice guy nowadays.),and two of the girls were older than me, by like 4 and 6 years and the other two were younger, by 1 and 2 years.

I always envied their lifestyle, nice home in the California suburbs in Orange county, nice weather, no snow, and a Pool in their backyard!

Well, they came to visit one summer, and I was whining about how good they had it, and how I wished I could live there, and so on. (btw,this was in 1972, so I was like 12, you can do the math on the others for yourself.)

We girls were all talking in the camper that the girls were staying in, and Jen, the second oldest, said I wouldn't like it so much if I had to go to their schools. I asked why, as I knew they went to an all girls Catholic school, and I kinda envied them, as my school was rural poor, and the teachers weren't that great or encouraging.

Well, besides the usual complaints about uniforms, and daily confessions (which was cool to hear, and new to me, being raisedLutheran), and the older girls complaining about no boys of course,they also ALL said that they got spanked in school!

I was amazed, and given my already budding interest in it, couldn't wait to hear more. See, we didn't have spanking in school were I was,they either just sent a note home, or called your home, and boy, you caught it from mom but good when you got off the bus!

I told them that, and they wished they were going to school here, as they got spanked at school, and then got another from my aunt forgetting in trouble at school!

They said that all the nuns were allowed to spank, and it seemed that you could get whacked for just about anything, besides the normal posted rules, if they just 'thought' you were doing something wrong.

They said that in the classrooms (and they had all went to the sames chools, with the younger girls going to one school in grades 1-8,and the older girls in a separate HS) it was normal for a nun to call you to the front of the class, have you stand by the side of her desk, bend over the desk, and then spank you.

Most just used an old fashioned ruler, the thick heavy ones, and it was done over the skirts, but they said it still burned like fire, and that some of the nuns REALLY laid it on with a vengance. Most offenses got between 5-10 whacks.

But they weren't limited to the ruler. They could use pretty much what they wanted. One of the more feared nuns, who taught at the HS,favored a heavy paddle, and my older cousins told me as I listened with WIDE eyes how it wasn't unusual for even the older High Schoolgirls to be crying by the time they got up from her desk, and that she almost always gave the full ten. And then you had to go and sit in those hard wood seats, and they said it wasn't unusual to get ANOTHER spanking later from someone else because they wouldn't stop figeting in class! And they still had the spanking from their mom to wait for yet!

One of the nuns, who was the terror of the just turned teens, favored a short strap. My cousins said that if you had been in trouble a lot,that instead of just getting it over the desk, you might even get placed over their lap, for your spanking, the humiliation being seen as an added punishment. The nun with the strap seemed to do a lot of otk.

For the REAL problem children, from like 6th grade up, repeat offenders, sometimes after a classroom paddling had already been handed out, would be sent to see the Mother Superior, and THAT they said was a dreaded experience. Both of the older ones had been to see her, the oldest one several times.

She, they said, used either a heavy paddle with holes in it, or a wicked strap! You would have to lay over her desk, and scooch forward till your toes were off the floor, and she would usually lift your skirt up (and my oldest cousin told me "heaven help you if you don'thave plain white cotton panties on!") and then let you have it,anywhere from 10-15 licks.

Wow!

Gotta say, even after the stories, still wanted to go to school there...

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A girlfriend at a Catholic Boarding school

When I was in the Army, I met another woman, who was the sweetest,nicest person, super at her job, always willing to lend a helping hand. Since we were in a coed unit, but the female officers were few and far between, we became pretty good buds.

So, as I was having coffee in her office one Sat. morning (we were in garrison, and I had gotten stuck with Officer of the Day, and she was in because she was married to her work...) we got to talking about where and how we grew up.

I told her about the farm and midwest and cold, and she told me about living the life of privlege in California, and what a wild child she had been.

I laughed at her, thinking she was just joking. She blushed, and said no, she was a real problem child, and that her parents, while they loved her (only child) also believed in permissive parents are your friends type of parenting, and no limits were set, and she fell in with a bad crowd. By the time she was 13 (she was my age, so that would have been in 73), she was drnking hard, NEVER going to school,smoking pot daily, and have started experimenting with harder stuff,like lsd.

After the THIRD time she had been brought home by cops, her folks rethought what was going on, and tried to clamp down, but it was too late, and she started running away. Sooo, the next thing she knew,she was shipped off to a Catholic boarding school, for 'spirited'children....

As you can imagine, the primary means of discipline was by corpora lpunishment, spanking in some form or another, and this girl, at first, got it ALL the time she said!

You would get spanked for not following a quite long list of rules.For uniform violations that seemed quite petty to me, like how far up your knee socks went, or if your uniform was umkempt and wrinkled (I mean, she was only 13...). Attitude. Backtalk. Not doing well in class. Not doing well on quizzes or tests. Not getting homework finshed. Not doing homework well. Sloppy homework.

Spankings depended on the offense, where you were, and the spanker. Most of the nuns, she said, actualy had straps that hung from a loop on their waist! Most of the classroom spankings were done over the desk, over the skirt. While 5-10 licks was the normal, it wasn't the set limit.

She said it wasn't unusual, especially for new girls, to have 2-3 girls spanked each class. Every day, someone was getting it, although they tapered off somewhat as they got older, but that was due more to good behavior, and not getting caught. Older girls, she said, REALLY got paddled or strapped when they messed up, because they were supposed to know better.

Some of the nuns,especially for one on one spankings, when the other girls weren't around, prefered the otk approach, and seemed to mother the girls more, holding them after, like mom would me after a spanking when I sat on her lap, my attitude gone, and I would tell her I was sorry.

At first, because of her grades, and attitude, she had to attend a special nightly 2 hour study session with a nun for every girl there.She said that the girls in that room all sat at a table, on stools without backs, and the nuns would sit or stand behind them. If you talked, daydreamed, fidgeted, or weren't doing your work, your personal nun would give you a HARD whack with her strap on your butt while you were sitting there! No telling, she said, how many you might end up with in a night!

There was a head girl in each room, who though she couldn't spank,would tell the nun in charge of the floor what was going on, and that could get you in trouble.

And of course, the ultimate threat was the Mother Superior, who used what I now know was a two tailed tawse, and it would be done either over the panties (no skirts for protection if you were bad enough to get sent there!) or, in extreme cases, panties down!

She said she had trouble adjusting at first, but the nun who was her floor supervisor, and also was her 'personal' nun at the nightly study sessions, took quite an interest in her, and kept telling her that she was smarter than that, that she KNEW she could do it, and while correcting her for misbehavior she also kept affirming to her how special she was.

by the end of that first year, she had long since moved from needing to attend the special study sessions and was on the honor roll.

That summer, she talked with her parents before school was out, and she came back home to live, but still went to that school, including the summer session, so she would continue to stay out of trouble.
She has no hard feelings about any of this, and said it was what she needed to get her life turned around.

There, my school girl stories, by proxy.
Angie

I woke up this morning M/F domestic, rl

I woke up this morning, my bottom still so very tender from yesterday. With the house empty again, you've been taking advantage of that, and, of me.

Playing in all sorts of places besides the bedroom, using all the 'noisy' implements when ever you want.

And even though they have almost all been of the good girl kind (except for those two official preventitive ones...), you know how I am, when you are giving me a good, sound, good girl spanking. Even though I may not have been in trouble, my body and mind start to react as if I had been, and I am promising you that I will be So good, that I will Listen and Mind you and Behave myself and Watch my temper and my language and my speed and well, everything!

Corner time, after a spanking like that, is as different too, as is a good girl spanking from a bad girl spanking. I want you So badly after. Sigh.

So this morning, I wake up, bottom delicously tender, my nighty up around my waist, my bare, still Very warm and Very tender bottom spooned into your hard belly and muscled thighs. I love the contrast between us, how hard you are, against my soft (and tender) skin.

I love the way you in your sleep hold me, your hand running over my curves as you feel me stir, calming me, reassuring me that you are there for me.

I feel safe, loved, protected. And very much turned on. I wriggle my rump into you, and can feel your hardness press between my cheeks,and I sigh happily again.

It's going to be a very good day.

Love,
Angie

(my very first brand new, non repost, spanking post here! yay me!)

Had to spank my niece the other night, F/f, rl

She's almost 17, and she and some of her friends had thought it would be a good idea to go off campus for lunch, which they aren't allowed to do, since they are only juniors; only seniors have off campus lunch rights. One of her friends boyfriend is a senior though, and has a car, so off they went.

And got caught. So all the juniors got detention. An hour after school, and a note home to the parents/guardians.

Now now paddling in her school, and I don't think their detention is that horrid, one hour having to copy from a text book.

Of course, just because the school doesn't paddle, doesn't mean I don't.

She had left me a message she was in trouble, and had already done her chores before I got home, and was hard at work on homework.

She still went over my lap for a brush and paddle spanking.

So, at your schools, what do they do for detention? Is it after school?
Saturday?

do they just sit there, or can they do homework, or do they have to do lines or copy?
Angie

I hate the corner, F/f, rl memory

another repost...
I hate the corner F/f memory
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I hate the corner.

I feel stupid having to stand there, and mad, but mad at me.

I can hear my sisters and cousins outside playing, the window is open, and my crying has slowed to the point it's more feeling sorry for myself crying now.

And with the slight decrease in the temp of my rear, and the lessening tears, I realize that if I can hear THEM outside so easily, they must have been able to quite easily have heard ME only a short time before, as mom took her brush to me again, and that thought, that they were all out there snickering at me, laughing and making fun of me, started up the tears all over again.

I hate the corner. Too much time to think.

Standing there with my hands by my sides. No rubbing or else, and I had learned my lesson about the 'or else' long before this; mom wasn't joking.

I hate the corner. At least this time my panties had been replaced, probably cause some of my male cousins were around, and it wouldn't have been proper for them to see my bare butt.

Although who knows, the thought crosses my mind, WHO was at the window peaking earlier as I lay bare fanny up squalling over mom's lap.

I hate the corner, way too much time to think. And right now I think that time is going backwards.

I must have been standing here for hours. I can hear the old fashioned clock on the wall, going tick tick tick, but can't actually see it, not without turning, and who knows if mom, or one of my aunts is looking. My aunts may, or may not, let me off, mom wouldn't.

I hate the corner. I sulk and pout. This is so embarrasssing, and I'm to old to be spanked like this anymore, like I'm a baby. I had kinda said the same thing while over mom's lap, right before the brush started in, and Mom simply said that judging by my behavior, apparently I wasn't too old at all....

I hate the corner...

love,

Angie

Um, since the tone is possibly darker than I had intended, a few editors notes.
1. the above spanking and corner time were well earned and deserved, lets leave it at that...
2. Although corner time always felt like forever, normally, between 5-15 minutes, and purpose was to allow the miscreant time to reflect, without any distractions, why she had just been punished.
3. After the whole punishment was over, their were hugs and pats and such, and you started over, the offense wasn't held over you...
4. Um, well, by the end of the corner time, I was thinking about why I had been sent there, and not just why it was so unfair...
Angie

Sue decided that her wife Jen, and I, F/FF, rl

Something I posted at SIN about four years ago, and yes, it did happen. For those that don't know that back story, Sue is the Head of House (HOH) in their relationship, like Jack is in ours. She is a lesbian, Jen is bi, like me. While they still lived here, I would get play, and punishment spankings from Sue.
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...have been developing too much the potty mouth lately; she also insists that we have become sassy, argumentative, and backtalkish.

I disagree.

But she doesn't seem to care. She says she has something different for us this time. She leads us to the guest bedroom, the one at the end of the hall, the one we never really use or play in, actually saving it for guests. This bit of the unknown is unnerving.

Once there, we are each put in separate corners, and my shorts are pulled down, along with my panties, and my hands are placed behind my back above my fanny. I can then hear her walk over to Jen, and I can hear her skirt being rolled up, and the sound of a sharp slap, with an accompaning girlish squeak, and then the rustle of nylon panties descending.

The voyeur in me wants to know which pair she has on, but the coward in me remains facing the corner, silent.

Sue leaves, but returns shortly, purposeful steps, like everything she does, announcing her arrival. I feel her fingers on my ear just after I sense her behind me; this means not only that I'm going first, but that she is more irritated with Jen than myself, going second is always more horrid, neither of us is terribly brave, and a coward dies a thousand deaths.

She sits on a chair, next to a nightstand with a bowl on it, and pulls me, sitting, on to her lap. Then she reaches into the bowl, and says open. I do, closing my eyes as I see what looked like a soapstick in her hand, and then it is in my mouth!

I start to fuss and sputter and cry, and she stands me back up, holding my hands, while I dance in distress. She has me in the corner again,facing her now, so she can see I'm keeping the soap in, and the LAST thing I'm worried about now is being bare to her eyes from the waist down.

I see Jen marched over to the chair, and later I realize that the panties I was interested in are palest blue, sheer little nylon bikinis. She sputters with the soap treatment, as did I, and then back in her corner, and the scolding starts, about our language, our attititude, she covers everything.

She comes over to me, and takes out the soap, but doesn't let me run to the bathroom to rinse or spit, and I stand there quietly crying and feeling more sorry for myself than sorry for my actions.

Sue then tucks me under her left arm, my fanny to her front,and I brace for the expected maternal style spanking, but instead, fingers spread my cheeks wide, and that soap stick is reintroduced to my body!

I squeal, squeak, fuss and cry and beg, but she ignores me, tells me to stand still, to be a good girl, and to behave. I'm listening Much better already, I assure you.

Jen makes even more of a fuss, having seen already what is in store. Now her fingers are at my ear, and I'm back over her lap, and she picks up her brush. I tell her I'm sorry, and she says that she doubts that, that the only thing I or my 'sister' is sorry about at this moment is getting taken to task.... And she assures us both that we both will be Very sincerely sorry when she is finished.

And my last semi coherent thought before the spanking begins is realizing that the closest bathroom is down the hall....

love,
Angie

About my spanking family,domestic, rl

My love life and relationships seem to have some people confused. Long term and faithful readers of my blog will probably already, or should have figured a lot of this out, but I think it's best to clarify some things.

I am in a loving domestic discipline marriage, and my Husband, Jack, spanks me, as well as corrects me in other ways as well. What I thought of as a traditional marriage growing up, and what I wanted before I was married.

While most, thankfully, of my spankings are of the good girl and fun variety (even if strict), I do also get punishment spankings and discipline spankings (such as maintenance,preventive, and just because 'I'm in charge young lady') as well.

He has spanked me since our second date, and we have been married for over 23 years, and yes, I know how lucky I am to have a Husband like him.

And, for those that hadn't figured it out, I'm very bi. Something I told him before we were married, and he has no problem with. I've had girlfriends in the past, and they have all spanked me, and many have played with us, some have been spanked by him as well, and he has watched many of them spank me.

The last couple we played with were Sue and Jen, and they are in some of my stories. Sue was the HOH, Jen was her wife, pretty much a lesbian version of Jack and I. But they have been gone for a few years now, they had to move.

Since then, I haven't had any girlfriends here, within arms reach. And, while I have only been spanked as an adult, never been the spanker (parental spankings not included here), online, in my stories, and in my fantasies, I've been exploring the thought of being the spanker.

Which brings me to my girlfriend Sly. Even though Sly is my online girlfriend, this is the ONLY time the online part is going to be mentioned here, for clarity.

Sly Is my girlfriend, and our relationship is complicated, but I'm going to do my best to try to explain things.

First, the more observant and astute may have noticed, that sometimes when I write stories, or to her on our blogs, or about her, that sometimes it's sly, other times, Sly.

And that is not a typo. It's deliberate.

Because at the beginning of our relationship, I was the one in charge, at all times. And sly quickly became a daughter in my stories, the ten year old, and now, on occasion, miss 17 as well. In the stories, as daughter sly, she is always treated as a daughter would be, at those ages. And, sly became more than a daughter outside the stories, as we wrote each other, I very much enjoyed spanking and correcting my little girlfriend.

But, as these things tend to do, nature told. While I would dearly love to have sly over my lap in real life some time, in my heart of hearts, I am probably 90-95% submissive in my relationships. And it turned out my girlfriend was a baby top, just needing some practice, who knew?

So, when you see Sly, and not sly, guess who is in charge in the relationship at that time.

Now, if you are still with me, and interested, it's even a bit more complicated than that.

Because depending on what is going on, such as if I'm really in trouble or not, say, or just our moods, Sly usually isn't just Sly. Sly may be Daddie, or Mommy, or Mommie. And each means something different to her and I.

Mommie means that I am treated like her daughter. Not a wife, being treated as a daughter but a daughter, period.

Mommy is different than that. I'm an adult, but may be treated as younger, as in, an adult being treated like the brat she is acting like. Even when she is Mommy, or Mommie, she is still not Femme, like I am. She is the sort of Mommy/ie who wears jeans, shorts, etc.

And then there is Daddie. Daddie is of course, the most butch, and I'm Daddie's wife. And, our relationship goes beyond just playing and stories. Sly is,how to put it...a co-Head of House, along with my Husband.

Sly monitors my behavior, sets rules and limits, and sees that they are enforced, or else.

Misbehavior, or disobedience on my part, she especially looks out for me and over me in cyber land, is not just scolded, though it might be just that, but I am punished. My Husband often acts as proxy for her, delivering her punishments for her, whether spankings, groundings, lines, mouthsoapings, corner time, enemas, or other.

And now you know how it is with us.

love,
Angie
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Jenny W
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OMG.....now it is all clear...but soooo confusing!!!My strict Mommy and baby sister sly have traded places...WOW!So does that mean I can be cheeky to Mommy with impunity? Oooh, errr..I've threatening to spank sly recently but now am I in danger of being spanked myself by Sly? Even better, am I now in danager of being spanked by you both?Oooh, my head is spinning..too much to take in!!Life is never boring around you two!!Love and kisses to you both. Your daughter, sister and brat, Jenny XXXXXXXXXXXX
Friday September 26, 2008 - 11:26am (NZST) Remove Comment
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Miss Angie, that was very well writen. While stilla little confusing to those that do not understand, about the concept of a DD household, the rest is easy enough to understand.traci
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Brett B
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Whew! My life is so simple ...and incredibly boring. ;)That all made pretty good sense to me, Angie. Congrats on having great relationships.
Thursday September 25, 2008 - 07:12pm (MDT) Remove Comment

Redd B
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HI Angie, Thank you for clearing that up. I was starting to get confused. I must say I would not mind reading some where Sly punishes you.
Thursday September 25, 2008 - 07:35pm (PDT) Remove Comment

daddisc
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Well nothing is simple, least of all this interest of ours. Wht comes across is spanking for you (and for me by the way)is about interpersonal relationships as well as the physical act of reddening a naughty bottom. I do a lot of role play and the spice is really in the play. And you are a great player whether you are the Mom or the naughty daughter
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Alyx R
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That was a nice explanation of things, especially since you were under no obligation to share such detailed personal stuff. I think it's wonderful when people are in relationships that work for them. With all the stress in the world, and the rarity of finding people who "click" with us (especially considering all the many flavors of TTWD), it's always great to hear about love and caring and people enjoying themselves. Good for all of you!Alyx
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I'm envious of the multiple layers of your sexual appetites. Do you ever feel sorry for the people that have just a one-dimensional level of desire? Can you imagine being merely heterosexual with no interest in discipline or spanking? Sounds pretty boring, doesn't it?The big question for me is..... when are you going to meet Sly face-to-face? It sounds as if, so far, it's all been this cyber stuff. When is she coming to Hawaii for a one-on-one, hands-on encounter? Or when are you going to her? Life's too short to waste in this fantasy world. You two need to spend some time together and times a-wastin'!!!!! I'd like to hear the details of a RL, sexual tryst bewteen the two of you. Now that would be steamy!!!!
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*hugs* You are one interesting and complicated woman. i though my life with Sir was complicated. i wish i had a Mommy or mommie at times. Sometimes i feel the need to be under stricter control.
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Redd B
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It just orrured to me, if sly is your daughter, and Sly is your Mommy, doesn't that make Sly Jen and Julie's Grandmother? Hmmmmmm. Do I see Grammy Sly babysitting those two naughty girls in the near future?
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angie, baby...that was beautiful. And as complicated as it must seem to other people, it comes just that naturally to us. Me? A Top?? Who'd have thought...Well...I must admit. It's easy with a naughty little girl like you! Kiss!And to answer Redd's question...What's blossomed between Angie and I has nothing to do with anyone else or our dynamics. So no, I won't be playing 'Granny' to anyone.angie...thank you for this loving post.I lov eyou too,Daddie
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hi Daddie, and i'm glad you liked it, Ma'am.kisses,me
Tuesday September

A sorority story, spanked for grades, F/F,rl

Hi!
Just found this story, it was one of my 'lost' sorority stories. Wrote this back about eight years ago...
For more background, you have to read my other sorority stories, already posted here. ************************************************************************************
You might remember that I had said that our house was very academicaly minded, and it wasn't just talk, either. For that first semester, the pledges had to show every paper, every quiz, every test, to their big sister, and heaven help your bottom if you got anything below a B (for you non US types, that would be a 3.0 on a 4.0 scale). At first, we all just wanted to do our best anyway, and with the more or less studious atmosphere at the house, it made it easy to get help and just get your work done.

Now all of us pledges had gotten paddled several times over the next several weeks for minor infractions of the rule book, but this was not real offense type of things, more like, "Quick pledge, what is the first sentence on the top of page 20 in your pledge book?" And when you didn't know it, you would get a quick spanking, and so more than likely would everyone else around you, just for being there. But it was not overly severe, although tear provoking, and embarrassing.

But grades, now that was a different matter. But you know how it is, you spankee's and lover's of spankee's. Sometimes, when a threat has been made, no matter how dire the consequences are made to sound, you just can't believe that the spanker really, truly means it. And that even if they do, that you should be able to at least sweet talk your self out of trouble at least the first time. That was what happened to oh, let's call her Beth (because that's her name...).

She was the one with the plump little bottom who had gotten it first on our initiation night. She was a sweet vivacious girl, who came from a far more relaxed household than I had, and we used to pal around a lot.

Well Beth wanted to be an electrical engineer, and also get a degree in computer science, no easy subjects. She was not the most disciplined (well, self disciplined anyways) student however, and kept her bottom out of trouble by means of frequent last minute study sessions and all night cramming, and her papers were ALWAYS turned in at THE last minute.

I came over to the house to socialize and do some work after dinner at the dorm, and when I went in, there was everyone else, gathered in the living room, and from the sights and sounds that greeted me, the spanking I walked in on had been going on for quite some time. There was Beth, upended over her big sisters lap, and she was going to town on that round little rump with Beth's pledge paddle.

Her panties were in a heap on the floor, and looked like they had been kicked off and not just placed there. Her fanny was glowing red, and looked very swollen and sore, from the top of the crack to a good hands breath below her thigh, and length of her crack had been dealt with as well. There didn't appear to be any white left on her poor bottom, except when she kicked real wide, and the only thing that saved those little bits of unspanked inner cheek was that the paddle was to long to get in there like a brush could have.

The other pledges were all standing by their big sis's, looking worried, and I was called over to mine by a crooking of her fingers, and she did not look happy to see me!

"Where have you been young lady!?" was what was hissed into my ear, the same one she had grabbed ahold of when I was within reach.

" I called and left a message with your roommate that you were to eat here tonight, as we had society business."

I squeaked out a quick and quiet reply that she had never given me any message, and that I didn't know.

She seemed to accept it (and it was the truth, even if I do have a habit of fibbing) but then whispered to me that she would be giving me a spanking anyways tonight in her room for not being in attendance at a formal society function. I knew better than to protest, such is the lot of a pledge,and no one said life was fair.

Then, softening somewhat, she explained what was going on (while the paddling kept up, seeming to have no end in sight) and why Beth was in trouble.

It seems that little Miss Beth hadn't quite got one of her papers in on time, and was docked a letter grade for her deliquency, and since it was a last minute effort anyway, what was a B paper now turned into a C.

Oops.

And to make matters worse, on that same day, her big sis found out from a friend of hers that Beth had gotten a D on a BIG lab quiz a week ago, and then had neglected to mention it to her big sister. The TA mentioned it, because she knew that Beth was her little sister, and wanted to know why she hadn't heard back as far as setting up something for extra tutoring.

Soooo, Beth was getting spanked, (well, paddled actually) for the paper, for the quiz, and for lying to her sister by trying to hide what had happened. My sis told me that one of us pledges ALWAYS had to push it to see if they were serious, and so when the first one of the term did, all the rest of us were called also as an object lesson.

Beth was beyond words by this point, not that her spanker was asking her anything. Unlike my mom or big sis, who lectured and questioned while they spanked, hers waited and then stopped to address her penitant, and then would continue on. When she did lecture, when she finally stopped, she knew how to push all of Beth's buttons, telling her how ashamed she was of her, lying to her like that, failing to study like she said that she was going to, and what would her parents think if they knew what their little girls grades were like, stuff like that. I know that when she mentioned parents, my bottom clenched in reflex sympathy, I had no doubt as to what they would think if I screwed around with my grades!

Luckily, it wasn't quite midterm yet (we were on the semester, not quarter system) so she had time to get her grades up before the reports went out. Beth finally was able to blubber out all the correct litany of "I'm sorries and it'll never happen agains, and I'll be good forever and will be a perfect student, etc, etc."

The paddling over, she was sent, still bare assed, but now crimson cheeked, to spend some time in the corner to calm down. After about 15 minutes or so, she was let out, and hugged her big sis, telling her how sorry she was, starting to cry all over again. Her sis calmed her down, patted her back and soothed her hair back, blew her nose for her, and then took her upstairs, so they could have a talk about her academics, and what they could do for a plan now that she had Beth's attention.

The rest of us were all taken aside by our respective big sisters, and told that could just as easily be us, and we all yes ma'amed and gulped and the message was not lost on us.

Later that night, after a homework party, and then some tv watching, I was called up to my sis's room, where I was soon placed over her lap while she sat on her bed. My jeans were unfastened and pulled off (she always liked to undress me for my spankings), then she spent an inordinate amount of time smoothing out my panties, and ensuring that the leg bands had not ridden up to high. I was soon panting and gasping, and then my spanking started, first on my pantied posterior, then soon enough on my bare bottom, and while it burned and stung and I started to cry, it also felt so good, as she kept me at a fever pitch with her constant 'checking' to see if I was all right.

I learned my lesson, in more ways than one, and did not recieve a true punishment spanking for grades that first term.

The same could not be said for all pledges, however, as 2 more of my little sisters also got the paddle for grades, as did one of the BIG sisters, when she got a D on her midterm reports!

The big sisters had to show the officers their midterm and end of term grades, and if there was any problems, they faced the same penalties the pledges did, and not only did she get her fanny soundly paddled at the time (which, though a punishment spanking, I enjoyed more than most, as she put on as big of a show as us younger girls did, and she was 22 and a senior!, but also, because she was one of the big sisters who really enjoyed going out of the way to find excuses to give a pledge a hard spanking. So I enjoyed watching her fat little bottom wobble and redden and I watched her kick and show off everything and didn't feel bad about it all), but she was placed on academic probation for the rest of the term, and just like us pledges, she had to show all of her work to the pledge mistress, my big sister, and she got paddled twice more for doing poorly on tests before she recovered at the end of the term.

Hope you guys enjoy,

love,
Angie

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Curt
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Hi Angie, Great story, I assume it it true...thank you for posting it.
Sunday August 17, 2008 - 05:24pm (EDT) Remove Comment

Donna D
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Momme Angie~ I just LOVE sorority stories. Love them!! And, I love your sorority stories. In this one, I imagined myself as Beth.Thank you so very much...your babygirl
Monday August 18, 2008 - 01:44pm (EDT) Remove Comment

Redd B
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Another great story! I always love when a bully gets a taste of her own medicine.
Tuesday August 19, 2008 - 12:13pm (PDT) Remove Comment

Alyx R
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I belonged to a sorority too, though not one like that! *crossing myself* Thank the goddess, as I would NOT have survived, considering how messed up my grades were!