Bedtime Spankings: Bent Over!

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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?” Soon her bottom was a lovely red, spreading down to her upper thigh. Mummy remembered the sit spot and how it stung, so delivered ten right across the point where her voluptuous cheeks joined her thighs. How they bounced, sinking in, then springing up instantly, and how she wriggled trying to pull free of the pain. But Mummy held her firmly, a tight grip around her waist holding the hand that tried to protect her. This annoyed Mummy, she was in mid flow! I don’t understand why, but when I feel deferential (don’t like the word submissive) to my wife because she has assumed the dominant role, I am very happy. Oh shit! Why today, why does she need a hug? Today of all days when I have let her down.” Thought Karen. Mildred was walking by, the strains of the spanking symphony drifted through the window turning into a cocophony of sound, hard whups! and long, long howls of pain! She nodded satisfactorily. “Good old Mummy, keeping up the standards, that’ll teach her!”

Karen took the note, her hand shaking slightly. She could feel the cheeks on her face flush. “No Mummy I do not have any homework tonight.”

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Since we're already bending the rules with this unorthodox punishment, I suggest you also loosen your belt and drop your trousers to your ankles!" Attwood," she warned, veiled menace both in her tone of voice and in the sudden switch to his surname. "You're not a junior now and I intend to make this a punishment that you will never forget. You will do exactly as I tell you, and you will do it right now." 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.” I have done a lot of soul searching over the years on this topic. Is there something wrong with me? Do I have mommy issues? My conclusion is I don’t know why I am the way I am, but I accept it and am done questioning myself. What if in some alternate universe it was normal for the woman to be in charge and spankings, etc. was the norm? It would not be a fetish anymore and men would be better behaved. In fact the world would probably be a better place. So is there really anything wrong or kinky about me? No, it is just that our culture is not that way. She could feel that her words were hitting the mark. As soon as she has risen from her chair, and in the near silence of the late afternoon, a palpable tension had descended in the room.

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.In November we were delighted to be asked to review this Oh La La Cheri Red Sheer Basque from Lovehoney. The photo below is the first from our photoset and felt really rather naughty! I enjoyed the subtle hints of artistic nude. Will you see more in 2020? You'll have to wait and see!