Last Fall, my interest in being paddled fell to zero overnight. Leukemia? Who knows. But it’s the reason I now post so few pictures of men being spanked. She handed him the paddle and then excused herself. He could hear her at the desk out front, making calls, arranging the rest of her week. The paddle felt heavy in his hands. He feared it. How different this was. Before, he was the one feeling masterful, in control, powerful. Today he felt unsure, giddy, excited. What would happen? How severe would she be? He knew she would show no mercy. He knew she would take him far down a dark path. Would he be able to let go and fall into the abyss of submission? Of complete pleasure and safety? Karen liked the strange feeling she felt (in a certain in a certain intimate area) at being exposed. It’s been a long time since I have published any F/M images. That was not the way until the last two years. Leukemia changed me in large and small ways. For instance, I started every day from early marriage until 2021 with a large slug Martinelli’s apple juice. Suddenly, the taste of apple juice was repugnant. The new morning beverage was OJ. Mummy sat on the bed, and slid the slipper deftly under the pillow. Then turned a nervous, worried Karen to face her. “I told you quite plainly Karen, that if you were naughty at school, you would be punished at home.” As she did this she tugged the pyjama bottoms down, to land in a puddle at her daughters ankles.

When she went to catch the bus now, it was wiggle of a young woman. Even the man with the bowler hat who sat in the same seat every day started to smile, and greet her with a tipping of the hat. She had no idea that he began to see her differently, she just assumed it was cordial familiarity with a regular person he saw on the bus.That said, women expect their panties to come down. It’s not a big deal for them. Men seem to think taking panties down is like getting to third base in HS. Without doubt there would be a degree of jealousy from some with troublesome daughters too, and even though she would never admit it, that gave her satisfaction too! Sign of a great GIF is when it is hypnotizing like #3. My imagination is running wild on what follows… I believe I am similar to many other disciplinarians in my likes and dislikes. We all like the basic courtesies in life, so please arrive at the session showered, well-groomed and with pleasant but not excessive after shave or cologne. Ensure your clothes are clean without dirty collars and please don’t wear greying undergarments. Adm note: I am going to start taking a drug for my Leukemia today. It’s toxic. It may or may not put me “in the ditch” for a time. So if OBB goes silent for a time that’s why.

I understand that my requirements for attire may seem unconventional to some, but it is important to remember that within the realm of role-play sessions, creating a specific atmosphere and dynamic is crucial. By asking participants to dress in feminine attire, it sets the tone and helps both parties immerse themselves fully in the chosen scenario. Mildred went to Ivy’s, where she met Betty and Mary. Like the fire in the plump bottom of our naughty girl, news of the good irls downfall began to spread.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… Almost a minute passed, but it felt longer. Karen looked at her beautiful Mummy, the rounded body looked so cosy and even at this moment strangely comforting, her Mummy bear almost. She saw her Mummy looking at her bush, her hips, she could almost read the thoughts in her head…”My my, my little girl is a girl no more.” Karen remembers the day her adventure at Grammer School began. It was the day she received the letter telling her that she had passed the 11+ exam with flying colours. Eight, count em, eight pictures of men being paddled by women. You may have seen them all before. They all still work for me.

Our unique long-standing event - it happens just once a year - where we joyfully celebrate this English vice. An introductory/exploratory spanking session is typically designed for someone brand new to receiving a spanking, or for someone looking to try a technique they haven't experienced before. virtual / skype sessionI learned in HS, I could take her panties down to continue a spanking without more than a feeble protest. It was natural. However, taking her panties down while making out was normally met with resistance. I would love to hear more about you spanking girls in HS! I had never considered the protest I might make when a man tries to take my panties down the first time to get some action…but I have never protested a man taking my panties down for a spanking 🙂 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. The door handle slipped in her sweaty palm, the door made a noise far too loud. Mummy sounded so joyous as she shouted, “Hello dear, had a good day? Come and give Mummy a hug, I need one today.” Murmurs and a few stifled giggles ran around the room. Every girl knew what that meant. So too did the teachers.