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The next day I called the local newspaper with an ad that the ladies had written the previous night. It read, I received nightly spankings for more than a week. I just came home, stripped, placed the spoon on the coffee table and waited for Debbie to come home. The change in her was amazing, Elaine had gone on vacation so there was no one to talk to, but Debbie’s mood was fantastic. She was light, funny telling jokes and couldn’t keep her hands off me. I knew I was doing my part in our relationship by giving Debbie the means to vent her frustration. Late Sunday night the phone rang, it was Elaine calling the minute she got home from vacation to find out the latest from the office. I could only hear Debbie’s part of the conversation-“oh, nothing has changed at all….. really, I sound different…well yeah I know what it is…. my husband let’s me vent all my anger…. how discipline was to be carried out in the class. I have to say though that this came about after a lot of counselling from Mr

The very real horror is that the classroom conditions described in this autobiography were very common and were seen as As a survivor, I strongly advocate that the Government follow the advice of the Children and Young Persons' and their She felt calm, no longer angry. She stopped patting her palm and ran her fingers through his hair, lovingly. But she was resolute, definitely resolute. She thought to herself, “Sometimes spanking his bottom is very arousing, and gives me pure joy; other times, not so much. I’m sure it’s difficult for him, but my part isn’t easy either. Spanking with purpose requires strength of character, because I am always tempted to be lenient. And, really, he is a pitiful specimen of a recipient. He’s not the least bit brave in the first place; any decent paddling has him blubbering and begging before I’m half-way done. And he can hardly take a caning at all: his bottom is adorable and inviting, but it invariably cuts easily, so he usually gets at most about a half-dozen medium-strength strokes. The bottom line is that even when he is being punished he is a self-centered brat who has no appreciation of my efforts.” You mom is a wonderful woman. She said we would be happiest if I held you to your commitments and gave you a sore bottom when you ignored them. She sent this with instructions: ‘Don’t listen to his pleading. He’ll tell you anything to get you to stop. And don’t stop until you can tell the tears are real and he has given up control’” I heard her raise the paddle again as she resumed my punishment. This time it was forty strokes, slow and measured. Each one bringing an involuntary cry of pain from me as the paddle burned across my naked bottom. “I see I’m getting your attention,” she sarcastically commented as she laid a particularly hard stroke at the bottom of my cheeks.So it has come to pass. Joey’s first woodshed whuppin’ of 2021. Ahhh, I feel SO much better now. How about you, Joey? I really was being punished. This was no play acting on her part, it was the real thing. The worst part was she was right. I should remember to write down the withdrawals, but for some reason I usually forget. Now my ass was paying for it, and if the warm up was any indication, it was going to be a long, painful evening. I didn’t know how right I was. After drying off, I dressed in my uniform and walked into the living room where she was waiting to begin my punishment. She was sitting on the couch holding her small paddle and she smiled when she saw the condition I was in. “I don’t think you’re going to find this whipping all that exciting,” she said as I stood before her. “This one won’t be fun, but if you’re still hard when I’m finished, I just might make use of it.” Patting her lap she said, “you know where to go, don’t make me tell you.”

I’ve never felt that Vera welcomed me into their family, or approved of me as a suitable husband for Lucille, despite our nearly 30 years of successful marriage. While Lucille had been a large, full-figured woman, Vera was shorter and almost slight of frame. Never married, she always wore a pinched look, at least whenever she was in my presence. It was seen as normal to receive the cane if a book or other item, so important to the school system, were forgotten and it

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I could not help but feel sorry for the unknown person who provided my sister-in-law with the experience to master the application of paddle and strap, but I had very little doubt whose bottom would keep her in practice well into the future. To my surprise, I found this thought strangely comforting. Thank you, William,” Vera said shortly. “Leave me now and don’t disturb me while I sort things out in here. You may put the time to good use in straightening up the rest of the house,” she added. “I’m sure you never would have let it get to this condition while my sister was alive.” A few days after my search, which was frustratingly unsuccessful, I responded to our front doorbell; there was Vera.

the child was going to determine the quality of life in the future. In later years a classmate from Miss Collin’s class did

The Flogmaster's Interview and Article

OK, hold on. Let’s get our facts straight, and then, let’s make sure we understand each other’s feelings and emotions about what’s going on here. You came home from the bank and I asked about the receipts. Would you agree with that?” Families Service, the Office of the Commissioner for Children, and the United Nations and Repeal Section 59 of the Crimes of the others drew the attention of Miss Collin and she called me a ‘pig’. She made me wash it down while the others Tapping her panties, the cane slashed into her bottom. Intense pain soared. She hissed as its heat scorched her mind. Live lines of fiery pain blistered her lying cheeks. Welcoming each searing stroke, her skin flamed in agony as her mind berated her and heavy marks of hypocrisy hurt her soft cheeks. So, it all started with a bank deposit. That was Tuesday. Steve didn’t like being reprimanded, so he reacted with the “silent treatment,” lasting into Wednesday. Big mistake, Steve. Let’s listen in:

facing the wall. I do not remember how long I had to stay there but the feelings are still very vivid. They were Another teacher in my later primer years when I was 6 or 7 years old was very nasty and, as result of the psychotherapy I

The Razor Strap (Strop)

first days a test was done for ‘academic’ ability and I was put into a bottom class. I will now describe some of the school child’s fear and whether or not their actions would cause life-long psychological scars; were insignificant. The Education