PUNISHED - PART 1: SPANKED BARE

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The leaving of school behind her and the journey home was sullen. The man in the bowler hat frowned at her as if he knew. The walk from the bus stop to her lovely cottage was heavy and slow. Two of Mummy’s friends saw her and nudged each other. Was that a snigger? 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. Some people get aroused by looking at drawings of children and teens, mainly teens, being spanked and beaten in most abusive, humiliating, degrading, embarrassing ways.

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. 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. Umm my trauma has some similarities with yours, and I do the same thing too. I have never been in a relationship and never even really been on a date with a guy.The people I sleep with are random men I meet online. I tell them to do whatever they want with me, and even when I want to stop I tell them to keep going. I make them hurt me and use me however they please. I can't really explain it but as much as I want it to end, as much as I want to stop doing this to myself, I just can't. It's like there is something that just keeps pushing me to do it. I recently told my psychiatrist, actually three days ago I did, and she explained to me that it was a form of self-harm/ punishment. She said I was punishing myself and I felt like I deserved it, even though I didn't consciously realize it. I was blaming myself for what had happened in my past, and was a recreating it because I felt that it was what I deserved. I don't really understand it to be honest.

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Karen felt aroused slightly, which made her feel even more of a naughty girl. But stood before Mummy as she scolded her was such a mixture of feelings. Her pubic hair had grown, it was now a delightful mixture of light fair hair with a hint of ginger, like her hair. The mirror of the dressing table was behind her, so Mummy could see her bottom, a bottom she was so proud of, like her new breasts, pert, and pleasingly plump. 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. Expression (Optional mood/title along with your name) Examples: (happy, sad, The Joyful, etc.) help) The sobbing didn’t as the heat sank in, and pain exploded, she just wailed and wailed.”Now up you get… and straight to bed young lady, AND stay there… Once you have stopped crying I don’t want to hear another peep out of you…do you hear? Or you will be going over my knee again… Okay it’s done!” As a teenager I developed a serious Exhibitionism Problem. Fortunately nobody else but me knew about it. It would have been very damaging if it were discovered to my family who were public figures.

At first, Penny thought, it could be Laywoman Lawson, known as Michelle – a very similar size and shape, but no, the voice was not quite right to be her. A large number of the fire ants had slipped between his cheeks and they set about biting that intimate and sensitive area, even his rosebud like anus was not spared. It was then that all three of Jordan’s new tormentor’s produced a selection of old wooden paddles, both fraternity paddles with greek letters or old fashioned domestic paddles with quaint phrases on them.

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For me, I was constantly threatened with being spanked. There were always these threats around, and they carried out these threats as well. The normal dose was two or three firm strokes across the seat of the boy’s shorts. It was always boys who got their bottoms ‘heated’, as our teacher put it – except for one memorable occasion, when she decided to slipper two girls who had been continually talking in class, despite several warnings.