When I went into the Living room, my sister nearly choked at seeing me in the diaper. She giggled as I went from person to person, saying goodnight.

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A similar sensation, but with all aspects amplified. A louder cry, tighter fingers squeezing the edges of the table. Gasping, no need to be reminded to breather this time, I fought to control myself… 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.

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Well, queue time lapse blur and here we are many, many moons later. We’ve evolved into a mutually and consensual agreement where she will give me a real domestic discipline spanking for offenses we’ve both deemed spank-able offenses. While I will get a punishment spanking on occasion (about monthly), I get taken to the “woodshed” about 3 or 4 times a year. Getting taken to the woodshed has become the name for getting THE (or one of the) worst spankings of my life. Our bedroom transforms into “the woodshed” for this type of spanking. And while she used to use just the razor strap, she then changed the protocol to be a belt spanking first (with her meanest belt), immediately followed by a razor strapping. There is no safeword during these spankings (although I imagine if I did say my safeword, she’d probably stop. BUT…that wouldn’t be a real spanking then, would it? 🤔 Besides, I agreed to be held accountable in this way and am man enough to take what she has deemed necessary by way of corporal punishment. Even if it means her reducing me to tears sometimes.) I thought for a moment, but in reality I was already under her spell, and being enticed into her world and her way of thinking. I knew ‘petulant’ was an accurate way of describing my behaviour towards them, much of the time. I knew I would frequently choose to be childish and selfish. I knew that I shirked jobs around the house, and didn’t help out as much as I should. The half-beliefs and excuses I had used, convinced myself of, and hidden behind so much recently, were lying in tatters on the floor, and I could see their pathetic futility and smell their stink of faux self-righteousness. I was properly embarrassed by my own immaturity.

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I married Jason in the mid 80s, and at the time his son Steven had just turned five years old. Jason’s ex had a big drug problem so he had had custody of the boy since they broke up, when Steven was just two. Finally, Aunt Pam asked Doreen to give me three strokes of the cane, while she continued to hold me firmly over her knee. Doreen duly obliged. The cane strokes weren’t too hard, but they did bite. First we were just there through dinner. Then it came time for supper. "You CAN'T leave now, and drive all that way hungry, Junior," they said to Dad. Protected: A Naughty Little Witch…A Private Little Story for Club Members Only ~ featuring Suzette.

There were a few moments of total silence, as though the world had stopped. Then movement from inside, a figure on the other side of the stained glass, and the door opened. We looked at each other for a moment, before she nodded and stood to one side, opening the door more widely to let me come in. This is why it's inappropriate to spank a child in that manner, and especially a teenager who is going through puberty. I really feel bad for you, because I understand how horrible you must feel. I did find the atmosphere of spanking that was around in every facet of cultural life quite exciting; forbidden, terrifying, and yet intriguing. At my primary school I was once sent to the headmaster for playfully spanking a girl’s bottom – but instead of getting the cane (which is what usually happened if you were sent to the head) he just scooped me up in one movement, slapped my behind three times and told me to never to do that again. I was otherwise a model pupil, so I guess I’d earned some credit points. For me it was almost always bare bottom.There was some discussion of what I did wrong. Then I would have to hold my shirt up, which kept my hands occupied and gave my dad access to unfasten my pants and take them down, sometimes to my ankles and sometimes all the way off. My underwear followed. Then, with me still having to hold my shirt up, which was more embarrassing when I reached my teens, there would be some more discussion/scolding and I'd go over his knees. I hadn’t thought about it before, but today was becoming revelatory I terms of how clearly I was now seeing …

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Aunt Christine?" I ventured. She looked down at me (I was only 5'3), paused and said in a friendly tone Your not having sex yet, so you don't actually have to do anything about it. If you have dreams or fantasies about being spanked, please don't get upset or feel dirty. You are normal, and your desires are normal. Stand up Megan, do not touch your bottom we are not done yet. I believe a few from the ruler will help you remember this lesson." I went to the toilet, walked upstairs and got a clean handkerchief, changed my tee shirt, threw myself onto the bed, got up again, looked at my watch again, and decided it was time to go.My eyes grew large as she unfolded the pink diaper. "Oh no, Mom! Don't make me do that. PLEASE don't make me wear a diaper!" I want you to sleep in your uniform tonight so you get used to it." "Yes Aunt Christine." I replied. I was a brat growing up. My parents were the most permissive you ever saw. They let me get away with anything. They gave me anything I wanted. I had a wonderful life with them. At least I thought so. As a professional domestic disciplinarian, a traditional disciplinarian, please note what you will NOT find here: Up in the room I had been sharing with Peter, three frightened boys awaited their fate. Of course, my first question to my cousin was: “Are we going to get the cane?” It

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You will be in bed by 10:00 every night, regardless if it is a week-night or not. Your homework should be done by then." That's right young lady. I think it is time for those panties to come down as well. We are almost finished." It was pretty normal that I bared myself. I would normally reach into both my pants and underwear to pull them down at the same time rather than one at a time. Then either lay myself over my dads lap or lean over the table. My dad if needed would pull my shirt up if it was touching my butt at all.It was then that I realized that a wet diaper was something more than cold and clammy. It was heavy.