Spanking Miss Sylvie: domestic F/F femdom stories

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Mrs.Weltwaay put the detention slips into envelopes at the end of the school day. Then with a stern face told them to go home. She got eight strokes, Marling. I don't think that young lady will be sitting down comfortably for a long time. But she was only due to get six strokes. To say the least, the meal was a slow somber affair. Mummy had given her a small portion, knowing that her tummy would be in knots. Soon the table was cleared, and the pots washed. Once they were all put away, Mummy spoke. “Up you go.”Karen climbed the curved oak stair case slowly, her head down. She reached the landing and sulkily walked to her door. In she went and shut the door behind her, resting against it. She cried, she had let her Mummy down, she had been naughty girl. After all her praise, she was now a naughty girl, about to get a bare bottom spanking From the very first visit to the Girl’s Grammer School, it was made clear that corporal punishment was used. After a tour of the school looking at laboratories, home economic rooms and such like, the new girls were sat, with their Mums. At the end of the ‘Inroductory Speech’ by the Headmistress. It was made perfectly clear that corporal punishment was used to keep any naughty girl in line, and that parents had to sign a consent form to say that they agreed with the school’s Disciplinary Code of Conduct. This caused a mumbling stir in the Assembly Hall and the loins of many girls, as Mummy’s turned to whisper to their child. 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.

The shop assistant was indeed a W.I. member, and knew the women in the village. Mummy knew that it would soon be common knowledge that she was now armed. This is a story version of one of the true real life spankings as told to me by a delightful lady who went to a Girls Grammer School and was kept in line at home by a slipper wielding mother, who used it on her daughters bare bottom… Often! Did your eyes wander to that opened button on my blouse? I’m sure you wondered how I knew you were looking at my bottom as you turned and bent over to do something. I’ve been told I had the ability of a nun to see behind my head. No, I’m not a prude and rather enjoy the dealing out consequences of your actions. But at the end of the day, when you close your eyes, you will hear yourself saying “YES, MRS SHARPE”.

Couples

In Karen’s case Mummy simply said, “I have signed it, and returned it already. Let me say this just once Karen. If you are ever punished at school, you will be punished again at home, understood?” I have shared before that Leukemia has caused a lot of changes in my life. Little things like I had a glass of apple juice every morning when I got up for decades. Suddenly, the taste of apple juice was most unappealing. Several other foods were out. I want to express my gratitude to all the veterans this week as we pause to remember our fallen soldiers and POW’s. Without your bravery and dedication to this great country of ours, we wouldn’t be enjoying the freedom we have now. Thank you, all you men and women who have served in the military and those of you who are still in active duty. All weekend I was worried about what was going to happen and on Monday morning I was more careful than usual to make sure that I was wearing the correct school uniform. Kent came to see me right after I sent Lincoln on his way and it was his first visit with me. He was a little nervous (like you all are) but we sat and chatted for awhile until his jitters calmed down then I went into action. Kent prefers an OTK with my hand and then the wooden implements so I made sure he was warmed up to a heated pink fanny before I went to the wood pile. Read more in my member’s section.

What I offer — I offer dis­ci­pli­nary ser­vices to mature adults, men and women, who feel the need to receive tra­di­tion­al cor­po­ral pun­ish­ment.Ses­sions are con­duct­ed in my study, which has been care­ful­ly dec­o­rat­ed and fur­nished to pro­vide an authen­tic atmos­phere and con­tains a vault­ing horse and a leather-topped desk for use in pun­ish­ments. Although occa­sion­al­ly a short warm-up is required, I am a firm believ­er in for­mal pun­ish­ment with the cane, tawse and strap. I do not offer ses­sions with domes­tic themes, for exam­ple, the “strict aunt” (but can rec­om­mend ladies who do, if that is what you are look­ingfor). I’m sorry I didn’t get a diary written for last week but I was quite busy preparing for Thanksgiving plus I had out of town company for the week.

Introductory and Exploratory

Trembling with fear, I walked into the office. I saw a cane, about three feet long, lying on the teacher's desk. She tells me of her childhood, her school days, and what she does now. We talk of spanking and her love of spanking pictures. Then she is confident enough to tell me her needs. As often happens she wants a slow, understanding, patient build up to going over my knee. She is very keen to try implements, she hopes I like her bottom etc etc, and says she trusts me already….how nice! I hear nervous breathing. I have the hook baited, I know it is dangling tantalisingly in her mind. People say I have a nice, soothing, calm voice. You were sent out of the classroom three times last week, Marling. I am going to give you one stroke of the cane for each time and one extra one, for putting me to this trouble. How many strokes is that?"