Three Rosy Bottoms at Midnight: ... and other spanking stories

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However, there was no doubt about what would happen to me should I not behave myself on this trip. Our parents knew each other from church and like most of the parents there, spanking was their ‘go to’ punishmentfor naughty children! I should add that Hannah and her parents were one of the few people outside my family who knew about me being a bedwetter and using diapers at night. In assembly I sat in a seat at the end of the row, so as to be able to leave when my name was called out. Then I noticed that the headmaster was not in his usual place on the stage. I started to think that I might escape, or at least gain a reprieve. He opened the door and sat down on a stool that happened to be in the room. He said both he and Hannah’s mom were very disappointed by our disobedience. Furthermore, he added, since we didn’t listen and had broken the glass, we were both going to get our bottoms well spanked. The next day, I felt very sheepish – what had happened there last night, I wondered? However, everyone else was normal and cheerful. Leanne hugged and patted me, and Charlotte told me how much she liked my ‘cute little English bottom’. Aunt Peggy laughed and agreed. “He’s got a bottom made for spanking. It’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it!” My Dad began dating a woman named Kate, and by the time of my summer visit in 1984 she and her kids were living with him. Kate was an attractive woman in her early 30s and had two daughters from a previous marriage – Denise, who was eight at the time, and six-year-old Kristie.

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Soon her bottom was a lovely red, spreading down to her upper thigh. Mummy remembered the sit spot and how it stung, so delivered ten right across the point where her voluptuous cheeks joined her thighs. How they bounced, sinking in, then springing up instantly, and how she wriggled trying to pull free of the pain. But Mummy held her firmly, a tight grip around her waist holding the hand that tried to protect her. This annoyed Mummy, she was in mid flow!We sat cuddled up for a little while longer, then Mum broke the silence. “Time for bed, I think?” I slid off her lap and climbed into my bed. She kissed my forehead and whispered: “How’s your bottom? Nice and warm?” I grinned, and said it was tingly but felt nice. Mum smiled. “You are a funny boy!” Samantha was in blue jeans and her Eddie Bauer flannel shirt, and she started cupping and stroking my hot cheeks with her graceful fingers. No,” she said, drawing out the word. “I’ll have to think about it.” She walked over to her purse and dropped the brush in. She carries one of those big leather purses like a feedbag for a horse, and the brush disappeared like it was dropped into a bottomless pit.

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The journey to the end of the day was like some heroic trek in a fantasy novel. Long and arduous. The lunch time collection of the ‘death sentence’ sent a cold shiver to her tummy. The words left the slip and ran amok in her brain. There before her the words threatened her bottom. There was not a doubt in my mind she meant what she said, and I scurried off to Lucille’s study, where her wooden paddle hung behind the closet door. I had no problem finding it; I’d been sent to fetch it often enough by my late wife. And I realized I was shaking with dread and the slightest dawning of sexual arousal that often accompanied these situations, at least in the beginning moments before the reality of a spanking took over. I was relieved that Charlotte had kept her leggings on, scant protection though they were, but as if she read my mind, Peggy added: “Pants down birthday spankings for the boys always, but not the girls. That wouldn’t be proper.” Even after witnessing this event, I still felt no arousal about spanking. However, a few weeks later I had what can only be described as an awakening. Polly was away for the weekend with an old university friend, and Simon and I were at home alone. Ouch! A person could do some real damage with this thing. Are you sure that’s what you want? Where did this unusual desire come from?”A few days after my search, which was frustratingly unsuccessful, I responded to our front doorbell; there was Vera. On the second day, things took an unexpected turn, while we were all at a neighbourhood playground. Kristie was playing on the jungle gym, while Denise and I took turns on the slide. Kate and Dad sat at a nearby picnic table, talking and watching us. I have just finished the first incident in the ‘Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls ~ Incident Log’ By this time, my jeans were at my ankles. Mom pulled me down over her lap, then commanded, “Raise up.” However, all instances of "corridoring" were recorded and if you were sent out three times in the course of a week, you could be sent for the cane.