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.” Since mommy is going home in a couple days, we decided that we were going to do some extra intense sessions, both as punishments and reminders, so that Ashley is well spanked days after mommy's visit is over. It was really painful. Mommy spanked me very well for a very long time with all our implements, including my old Seme/Uke paddle (a version of the Yaoi Paddle they use to sell at Anime Conventions; i've had this thing for ages), the cane, my normal/fav implement paddle, the wooden spoons, the awful bathbrush, the SUPER AWFUL Hairbrush, and as we were finishing up with another dose of the normal paddle it broke. I've had it for a couple years, but it was only ever meant to be a cutting board, not a paddle for an Ashley. Good night, sweet spanking paddle A flight of red-bottomed angels sing thee to thy rest. And one more thing. Were this to be a single, never too be repeated punishment, it would hardly serve as an adequate ongoing deterrent, and therefore-", with a pause she retrieved a blue exercise book from her drawer and slid it across the desk. He noted she had already printed the words 'revision diary' in capital letters upon its cover. I will be in extreme pain for a couple of days, and I have a good reminder of the marks he left on my bottom to steer clear of any disrespect or poor behavior.

If she just let it all go and embraced it fully, we would connect at the next level. But that may never happen, she is who she is, just like I am who I am. Perhaps if she “went all the way”, hindsight might say I should have been careful what I asked for! Indeed? And so you should look apprehensive," she responded, in her innocence misreading the causes of his fidgeting. "But, as unconventional as this approach might seem, something tells me this could be exactly what's needed to provide the focus and motivation you need. I can't say I entirely approve, of course. Senior boys in the upper sixth ought to be able to motivate themselves without threats of disciplinary measures, but if this is what it takes..." Thank you everyone who helped me while she was here. I was able to give my the visit that I had planned, and repay her in part for all the love and support she has given me. And thank you for being with me, my inspiration, my friend, my love, Miss Sternwood's aim was always unerring, her power never diminishing, her strength fully gathered in the ten to fifteen seconds that she habitually allowed between strokes. Once the fifth red stripe had been added to the melee, a horizontal two inch band of densely grouped red tramlines positively glowed, cheek to cheek, all the way across Thomas's bottom. Oh- but please, Miss," he implored, his fear now manifest in a far more discernable tremor in his voice. He found he was shaking his head, although without consciously being aware of it, he dared not actually speak a refusal out loud.Emotionally I was now much better off than before. During the spanking, the dreadful pain was so overwhelming that it alone occupied my mind but afterwards, the emotional impact of the spanking became dominant and though I naturally was not jubilant, I was far from despondent and in low spirits. My glowing red, aching and throbbing bottom caused me great discomfort and would for some time continue. I had been burdened by shame and guilt because I was naughty and now I had been thoroughly punished as I deserved. The fierce pain on my bottom made me very aware of having been punished but the dreadful pain I had endured and was still suffering the aftermath of also made me aware that I had got the punishment I deserved and needed. I had atoned for my misbehavior and now was given a fresh start. You, dear Queen, and me, we had sort of a “privy” mail-exchange a while ago on that very topic when I was considering to introduce maintenance spankings and asked you about your feelings (and as you know I always greatly appreciate your opinion). Time to leave them, until the next time…Mummy is downstairs, putting the slipper away, until next time. She knows this will not be the last time it will be used, it will probably have just been the first of many. Mommy just spanked me with a slipper for the first time! I always thought slippers were the pansy implement! It freakin hurt! And it was for no reason too! Okay so MAYBE I said bad things about my appearance and MAYBE that's something mommy has spanked me for many times because she doesn't tolerate me being mean to myself but STILL! I played a little prank on mommy, and I felt super guilty afterwards I went and got mommy the cane (cause we need a quiet implement at night) and she happily eased my feel-ba

Mummy was a perfect product of the 1950’s. A dutiful housewife who had kept an excellent house since the day she married. Sadly her husband was no longer around, but stoically, with a stiff upper lip and a gallon of fortitude, she had carried on running the house, her home, with pride. The shop assistant was indeed a W.I. member, and knew the women in the village. Mummy knew that it would soon be common knowledge that she was now armed. Ashley got another set of bedtime spanks and in a fit of madness, Ashley asked if mommy could make it so I felt the spanking in the morning. Ashley's butt is too tough for Ashley's own good because we didn't quite make it to that point (Ashley was being a pansy, but can sit down afterwards! What even!)Come in," she called, pitching her voice to carry through the old oak door of her office and eying Thomas curiously as he entered. She sensed nerves, which was to be expected, but there was no hesitancy. When the door opened she was also relieved to hear complete silence from the corridor and the common rooms beyond. At 4:30pm on the last day of term, this was exactly as she had expected.