The Other Side of the Hairbrush: Tales of women spanking women

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Nuh uh. No rubbing. Take those jeans down, Waverly” Wynonna commanded, snapping her fingers and pointing at the ground. Waverly gasped and clutched her jeans on the sides.

Try that again, but tell me the truth this time” Natalie growled, her palm tingling. Jill hesitated. She could still technically lie, right? There’s no way Natalie would know. I didn’t get hurt, Wy! Just calm down! This isn’t a big deal!” Waverly whined, crossing her arms and pouting. Here she was, getting yelled at again for something that wasn’t a problem. Sure she got shot at but it was just a warning shot, and she wasn’t overly concerned with Bobo coming after her. It was just a misunderstanding. Because not only did you discover some strange new version of an immortal human, but you STALKED him to the very dangerous trailer park in Bobo’s territory! Are you kidding me?!” Wynonna took a step towards Waverly, seeing the flash of betrayal and then fear cross her sister’s face. Waverly had no idea Doc had told her about that, she figured it would stay between them. Besides, he was the one that had shot at her! Explain yourself. Right now” she said, crossing her arms. She flexed her jaw as she waited, trying to calm herself down. She wanted nothing more than to discipline the girl until her arm was tired, but she needed a minute to regain her composure. Karen was on her tummy. She was sniffing now, not crying, and trying to understand the lovely feeling she has in her most intimate area, as she gently pushes up and down on the bed, her bright red bobbing up and down, which she can see, in the mirror, if she looks over. Which of course she does…Karen felt aroused slightly, which made her feel even more of a naughty girl. But stood before Mummy as she scolded her was such a mixture of feelings. Her pubic hair had grown, it was now a delightful mixture of light fair hair with a hint of ginger, like her hair. The mirror of the dressing table was behind her, so Mummy could see her bottom, a bottom she was so proud of, like her new breasts, pert, and pleasingly plump. The book is written by ladies who have long practical experience of the disciplinary arts. What Mrs. Beeton did for household management, they have done for the gentle craft of punishment. Oh! Well… I guess I didn’t know how to tell you, but yeah. Henry is actually…Doc Holliday?” She said, biting her lip. She crossed her arms too now, defensively. She really was going to tell Wynonna about Doc, she just hadn’t found the right time yet. And besides, why was she so mad? It wasn’t like they could do anything with this information yet. It was just another weird entity in Purgatory like the revenants. After Doug I had to assist Dr. Lechter in the principal’s office and be the school superintendent. We had about 6 or 7 naughty students sent to our office for punishment. Good fun!

I know it will be an adjustment, but I think it’s what is best for you. If you really think you need to smoke, we can discuss that. But I’d prefer if you didn’t, and I’d like to make that enforceable” Natalie replied, knitting her fingers together before resting them on the table in front of her. Jill turned slightly pink and looked down at the paper as if studying it. She shifted in her chair uncomfortably without replying. Karen liked the strange feeling she felt (in a certain in a certain intimate area) at being exposed. Friday night I took it easy and went to a couple suite parties but called it an early night because tomorrow would be another hectic day.out at a friend's house when she was supposed to go home. I put on my galoshes and walked very fast to Well I already told you, I got a ride from Sam. Is your hearing going bad?” Amanda asked, a nervous smirk playing across her face. Mae shook her head and smiled despite herself. The little brat clearly needed to be taught a lesson. I began a half-hearted attempt at straightening things up, but I couldn’t get into it, and I ended up sitting mindlessly on the couch in front of the TV for most of the rest of the afternoon. There wasn’t anything interesting on, but it didn’t really matter. My next naughty boy was Doug and this was his first session with me. He took a good spanking and I used my hand and hairbrush on him.

On the first day of my visit, we all hit it off great. Kate was very nice to me, and Denise and Kristie were a lot of fun to play with. Moreover, I thought Kate very pretty, and developed a crush on her almost immediately. THE FEMALE DISCIPLINARY MANUAL is just what its name suggests: a complete guide to the correction and chastisement of young ladies. Nearly a hundred sections deal with every variety of punishment. Every paragraph is alive with a sensual aestheticism -- with the tingling sensibility of feminine discipline at its most elegantly severe.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. Despite being a stern disciplinarian, Kate was also a very loving mom. She showered her daughters with hugs and kisses, liked to play and joke around with her them when they were being good, and comforted them after they had been punished. Her mummy, was at the very least, delighted! “Ohhh you clever girl Karen, you have made your Mummy so very proud. This Saturday, we are off to town you and I, we will go to Rushet’s Cafe on the High Street, and I’ll take you to your favourite bakers and get you a lovely cream cake to have after Sunday tea! Then my dear, we will go looking at uniforms and satchels. You are going to look lovely, you deserve the best….well done!” Spankings were common after that first one, ranging from what Lucille referred to as, “a nice little spanking,” applied when she wanted to get my attention, to an all-out and prolonged punishment paddling to correct some willful misbehavior. Always fair, Lucille was also always strict and demanding. Always, that is, until two weeks ago when she suddenly left me, losing a brief but spirited bought with cancer.