Spanking Shorts: Spanked on my Knickers

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Yes, I couldn’t call him Brian while out in town dressed like that, could I?” my Aunty said. “Turn around Bryony, and show Joan how nice you look in your girly clothes.” 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. Sir John tells us, in very enjoyable detail, that the spanking scene happens right at the start of the second episode of the series, that Roberta Rex lies across his knee herself for other purposes (rather than being put there for a spanking), and that Jewel seizes the opportunity to spank her with his hand.

I have told you many times, when you report for punishment, it is always Mr.Jones. I thought I had made that clear. I shall add more to the punishment I intended for you, for not listening and learning my rules.” Although we did have the cane at my sweet little primary school in Wembley, London, in the 1960s, I managed to avoid it. However, at my senior school I was regularly caned and slippered as we all were, going into the 1970s. Oh shit! Why today, why does she need a hug? Today of all days when I have let her down.” Thought Karen. 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.It must be a nervous wait for them, and to me, that is part of the punishment. After around five minutes I enter, form the door leading from my Secretary’s office. “Good afternoon Kate, here again, you seem intent on making some sort of school record!” Forgive me, Sir John. Please understand that, when it's so easy for someone to go on the internet and (in effect) write fiction, honest witnesses sometimes get suspected unjustly. I do in fact have some evidence which seems to support your account in general terms. (I hope everyone will understand why I'm going to keep it to myself for the time being.) But there are other things which don't quite seem to ring true. 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.

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.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.