Spanking Shorts: Spanked on my Knickers

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The journey to the end of the day was like some heroic trek in a fantasy novel. Long and arduous. The lunch time collection of the ‘death sentence’ sent a cold shiver to her tummy. The words left the slip and ran amok in her brain. There before her the words threatened her bottom.

My Aunty was knelt behind me now and whispered in my ear, “Push her skirt up and feel her legs properly.” It is time you stopped playing childish games and started playing grown up games, which can be a lot more fun once you know how to play them,” she replied.To which my Aunty replied with a wink and a knowing smile, “Starting tomorrow your Aunty Enid is going to teach you some grown up games to play. Now off to bed with you, it’s late and past your bedtime. I will be up in a while. I have to clear up a few things before I come up. You can sleep in Sheila’s bed tonight, don’t forget to go to the bathroom before you go to bed.” With that she gave me a big kiss and a hug and made me go to bed. 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.” Karen took out the envelope containing the slip….the slip…the white crispy slip, the DETENTION SLIP, and walked gingerly by the stairs and into the kitchen. “Hello Mum. I got this today.” It is interesting later when Lise is contemplating her future as a Mother herself that she simulates her thoughts by pretending to spank an imaginary child. That may explain why the spanking was added to this ballet, that going from being the spanked to the spankee signifies the transition from being a girl to womanhood that this ballet portrays. Just some of my thoughts. This was a further bombshell – I’d never been told to take my trousers down for any punishment before. I just stood there transfixed, my heart in my mouth. I was definitely having a huge adrenalised reaction, and I froze like an animal caught in headlights.

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… I hear nervous breathing. I have the hook baited, I know it is dangling tantalisingly in her mind. People say I have a nice, soothing, calm voice. Oh shit! Why today, why does she need a hug? Today of all days when I have let her down.” Thought Karen. In my copy's version, Fiona Tonkin is dragged to her spanking by her skirt. Her expression of resignation to the spanking just prior to being placed over her stage Mother's knee is classic! It could be the carrying under the arm in other performances may explain why a guy in 'drag' was cast as the Mother? (Even I'd consider dressing in drag for that role, & that's really saying something!) Perhaps it would have been a bit much for an older female lead to carry the naughty little imp to her fate so a male was cast? Just spaculating.I countered by saying that I was too old to be spanked, and asked what would happen if I simply refused to submit to the punishment, as she wasn’t my parent nor my teacher. This was actually very untypical and rather daring of me – but Aunt Pam simply said that I was most certainly not too old to be spanked. “Boys are at their naughtiest in their teens – they need more spanking rather than less as they get older!” she said. Also thank you for drawing to my attention in such a subtle way my error in my Police Series Spanking posting. The script writer was indeed Ted Willis and not Ted Lewis as stated by me. Thank you, I seem to recollect that spankings were referred to in several of his scipts but not actually shown. However there may be one "in the Dark Ages" although I ,assuming it ever happened, did not see it, Two other people claim to have done so. Over the next half hour I see her look over four times, and catch her every time. Poor girl, she is feeling all nice ‘down there’ and is dying to come over, but daren’t. I put three magazines in a brown paper bag, with my business card, and service card. I was actually Jewish, so Pam was not a blood aunt, but an ‘auntie’ – a friend of the family. When I turned 13 – the age of confirmation and ‘manhood’ in both Judaism and Christianity – her attitude towards me became a little less playful and rather more stern. Really?” she asked. “Well I never, what a good idea,” and she looked approvingly down at the front of my underpants. “Well, he seems to be stiffening in his nice, white underpants again, but I suppose he should get off home now.