A formidable no nonsense women. Her standing in the community was the fuel that drove her on. At Christmas she probably had to do without, to provide a lovely Christmas for her daughter. She was the woman you went to to get something done, Tombolas, Raffles, Carol Concerts to name a few. In short, she was a very much loved and respected member of the village community.

One day when Jennifer and Mrs. Montgomery are alone in the house, a very tentative lunchtimeconversation begins on the subject of the spankingJennifer had witnessed. Jennifer senses where this might beleading, and the tension and anticipation builds up inside her. Suddenly the conversation takes on a more serious tone, and Jenniferfinds herself standing next to a chair in which Mrs. Montgomery is sitting, just like the old days at home. "Jennifer, I am going to give you a spanking..." "Oh my god...oh my god" Jennifer is screaming inside herself. She feels her pants being tugged down and then Mrs. Montgomery's thumbs hooked inside the waistband of her panties. In one swiftmotion, her panties are pulled down over her bottom and she steps out of them. In the next few weeks, I saw Denise and Kristie get spanked during trips to the grocery store, the mall and the movie theatre, as well as the playground. Interestingly, neither of the girls seemed to feel any sense of embarrassment about it. They talked about their spankings very matter-of-factly, and did not think it unusual to be spanked in front of strangers.There is always a rather rowdy, ribald crowd, with plump bare bottomed lasses on their knees giggling. The majority are plump older women, with ‘their girl’. We go and sit, she is about to start a tale….not verse, not poetry, but something akin to Chaucer, and his Canterbury tales. Tasha meanwhile was lost in an ecstatic bliss – her bottom stung like crazy. When at last the business finished she asked her mentor a special favour which touched Penny to the core: “Gosh, your spanking hand is tip top shape these days. Are my cheeks red, they feel that way, but are behind so cannot see” :

Once I was in place, I heard her say: “You are such a naughty boy, Jay! Birthday or not, 13 is not too old for a good old-fashioned spanking!”I still get a shiver of excitement thinking about those words – if I ever find a girlfriend who is willing to spank me for fun, I will ask her to say that every time! Karen listened, and the message sank in. She knew her Mummy did not do idle talk as regards discipline.

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Eleven, ma'am!" Sara says, with almost no strength left in her voice. It is now time to administer Sara's final stroke. For you gentlemen who are currently stroking your swollen and hard members, now may be the time to release your loads, and shoot that creamy white goo all over. I raise the cane once more, and dispense the final stroke against Sara's naked bottom. I even began to think about naughty things I might do to provoke her into spanking my bottom. The problem with the plan, of course, was that my father was there. If I was going to get a spanking for anything, he would almost certainly be the one to give it to me.

She didn't respond, she knew she was going to get more spanking for it but she hated the fact he was talking down to her. "This could all be over now young lady, just say you are sorry," he said as he stroked her wet pussy. That was it, she was done with this and she shot her legs together. He gave her the hardest spank he had ever given with his hand, right on her right thigh, again on her left. "That was not how good girls behave, you are getting the belt, stand up right now," he yelled.

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Well, that's because I blistered his butt right after your mother left," she said. "I know your parents don't believe in that type of punishment, but it's the way that I was raised, and he hasn't had a beer since." The promised storm arrived on one fateful Spring day. Confidence had grown into over confidence. Self confidence into haughtiness. Pubic hairs had covered her soft pubescent bone, fingers had delved, conversations with friends on the delight of a fingered pussy had taken place. It was one such conversation that made her not even notice her form teacher walk into the classroom. She carried on talking to Barbara, instead of standing up with the rest, to say in a slightly singing way, “Good Morning Miss Weltwell.”

Sure enough a ringing instruction rang out, clear as a bell, which was their cue to resume their viewing position: “right, Vicar, I think you’ve covered the terrain. Now we change places and I show you how it’s done. Only fair when bottoms are bare that givers are also receivers”. I was almost always spanked bare, sometimes on my panties, but never allowed to keep my pants up for a spanking. Mom or dad would do the baring, after a lecture about what I did wrong and why I needed to be spanked, my pants or shorts were pulled down to my ankles along with my panties and I would go over my spankers lap. If I had a skirt or dress on that could be flipped up easy then my panties were pulled down and my skirt was flipped up after I was over the lap. Pulling a chair to the front of her desk she motioned for Tina to come over and get over her knee. Tina went to bend over but was stopped. "Pull everything down, young lady."Oh yes we do," she replied. "We haven't had to use it for a long time, but every now and then I bring it out just to make sure that he listens when I'm talking." Sara takes hold of her panties and pulls them down to her mid-thigh area. As she does, she catches a glimpse of me approaching her from behind, cane in hand. There is no mistaking the fear in her eyes. Jeremy was a complete loss for words. In a very short period of time, he was now standing in front of a woman he had long fantasied about, with his penis completely exposed. It was at this point that she helped him onto her lap.