PUNISHED - PART 1: SPANKED BARE

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Well what a tour de force. In minutes that man without his cloth had gone from white to deepest red. Tasha could hardly stop herself from blurting “hooray, well done!”. Now Vicar was a chap and it was evident that lying over the lap his nature-given ‘hood had grown somewhat. Mrs F had foreseen this and carefully placed it between her legs as she had spanked away – imagine the scene without difficulty – which of course had rubbed it. The delights of a spanking for a chap is that he can get pleasure at two ends, which has a result, put delicately. Now Mrs F knew all this – of course she did – being a woman of not just a few summers and a matriarch to boot. Which is why she firmly believed that a chap who submitted to the indignity should occasionally have his reward. She kept a flannel nearby, said whilst reviewing her own handiwork “don’t worry Vicar, I’ll mop up and all will be well with the world. She reached down and very discreetly tugged a bit more. For long experience of boys and men she knew ‘better in than out’. To ‘clear the gunwales’ was, she thought, in every respect a very healthy thing. Thinking about all the pleasure I gave the teacher and the boys made me feel and still makes me feel so enraged, you know... It's like a never-ending feeling. And I can't do nothing about it. Nothing. The worst two spankings she gave me were both with a belt. One in the living room with pants around my ankles and bent over with my hands on my knees for allegedly hitting a nine year old girl that lived across the street. To make matters worse, I didn't really hit her at all, she lied on me to get me in trouble. The other was at fourteen When my sister and I both had to pull our pants down and bend over the kitchen table and got spanked with a belt for not doing our chores. The worst hand spanking I got from mom was when I stole a candy bar at five. She pulled my pants down to my ankles and turned me over her knee at the car after making me apologize in the store for stealing. That was the longest spanking I ever got.

I had sex for the first time at 15. It was with a complete stranger I met on the internet. He was years older than I was.I probably rejected all his attempts to be a father because I was scared of him. He was not patient and kind. having gone to Catholic school we wore skirts or jumpers most of the time.. Mom would put us over her knee usually seated on a kitchen chair raise our skirt or jumper or dress if it was Sunday pull down our panties and take the wooden spoon to our bare bottoms before she was done the panties would work there way down and be on the floor, If we were in for the belt from dad then we would have to bend over the couch skirt raised and dad would take our panties off for the belt. If a kitchen chair was in the middle of the kitchen with a wooden spoon on it when we got home you knew someone of the six of us was in for a bare bottom spanking

Another time when I was 10 I was playing doctor with this other little girl my age. She made me take off all my clothes and played doctor with me. She told me about a place where she had been where people went around without their clothes. We almost got caught When I got home I was around my brother and some neighbors. I pulled down my pants to demonstrate what she told me about and my brother ratted me out to my parents. The headmistress began by giving the boys a sound telling-off, shouting at them forcefully – and this is when we found out what had happened. Neither boy made no reply, and no doubt it was felt that their silence was pretty much as good as a confession.

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Incident at 7 when I was in the doctor's office and had to take off all my clothes and was left alone for quite a while and I don't know what happened but I ran outside naked. I don't know if anything happened, but I suspect I must have been most definitely soujndly spanked for it. I seem to sexually suffer from something that has the apperance of compulsion. For example, whenever I hear about a young girl getting spanked bare bottom, my vagina clenches reflexively and I feel the need to masturbate. Well, another thing which Penny noticed, was not surprising in itself but she took with utmost discretion and tact, although she was feeling very like that herself – a wetness on the lap where Tasha’s weight was bearing. Her instinct was to ignore but note – Tasha would sort that on her own. Yet, she took it as a compliment that she and Tasha could share such things – a bottom bare, the natural juices, all so healthy – that a spanking sometimes produces when done as it should be – vigorously, as Mrs F would say.

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… 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.” Some guys are into getting beaten till they are bruised or they have discomfort and difficulty sitting down. They simply must look, but not be seen or they both might go over the knee of enthusiastic newbie, old-time Vicar. Mind you, thought Tasha naughtily, that might not be such a bad thing. Ladies of the PPC over a knee – it had a certain ring For a short while he was free of the sense of dread of what might befall him next, which hay have been a kindness, given what was in store for him.

And what a sight met their eyes. Vicar sat, trousers at knees, his own bare cheeks upon the chair wood (Tasha nodded in approval). Across his lap lay a bottom bare of sizable girth, and rounded cheek being turned white to pink with vigour and vim. In short he was giving it what for with a good deal of welly thrown in. But who was the owner of those bare acres? She could be heard, but face not seen. I know about this intimately. I have had a spanking fetish for 34 years since I was 12, it is very pronounced. I know many people in this world, partly through yahoo groups of which there are many. The pain did not leave, it was still growing. Even in the dark of night she could feel the heat on her hand. And lying on her tummy, stroking her poor bottom, she fell asleep.