Amelia: Discipline for a Brat: A Spanking Story

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All the way down to the basement, my excitement grew. In my fantasy I had only ever wanted a spanking, but a paddling would be just as exciting. In my head, I kept thinking: “I’m being taken to the basement for a paddling!” This thought still plays a part in my fantasies to this day. It was over, but for a few moments I stayed bent over that table. It never occured to me to ask Val to stop and the truth is that although she swung a mean paddle (I suspect she’d had some practice over the years as a mom), I had also found the spanking exciting and perversely enjoyable. Val managed to hit just the right note – hard enough to really sting without being enough to have me bawling my eyes out. It’s been a bit of a quiet week for spanking so I did something rather naughty! I made a film of me spanking myself but then I got a bit carried away. I ended up being very naughty indeed and making a very explicit film! Look out for more details coming next week 🙂 I’m very happy that I’m starting to get busy next week so I might manage to stay out of trouble haha. I will be attending the 2Kings sexy secretaries party on Tuesday with Aleesha and Rebecca and my own party on Friday with Jadie. Should be lots of fun! So, there you go my favourite implement. Thank you to Correction Collection for giving me the implement with which I had so much lovely times. Yeah, I remember an experience I had with Felix once where they were caning me and I was naked. And between strokes they would finger me and pleasure me and then get me just to the edge of orgasm and then give me another cane stroke. And I was doing my breathing thing. The two of us were just like vibing, and I actually orgasmed from the caning rather than from the fingering. Which was amazing. Like I squirted all over the bed because they gave me just this succession of delicious cane strokes and I was already in this heightened state of arousal and erotic readiness and, oof, it was divine.

Then I heard her trot out this little ditty. “Spank a boy and do it right, trousers down, pants up tight. And if he smiles when he should frown, then spank him with his pants right down.” With that, Aunt Pam pulled my jeans down, exposing my underpants. My face was now near to the floor and I remember clearly the smell of the carpet, mixed with tobacco smoke as Doreen lit up a cigarette.In Georgina and the Governess by Neil, disgraced daughter Georgina is taken in hand by the stern no-nonsense Miss Grant. 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. Whilst the above can certainly spice up a few fantasies, I can find no evidence to indicate that Elizabeth Markham ever existed. Clip 4 – Behind The Curtains Volume 6 Part 2 – Sharon and new girl Sharalyn continue to be spanked by the assembled guests.

Stings pretty good doesn’t it honey?” Val asked. No shit, I thought. But I certainly wasn’t going to swear – not in my current position! “Yes ma’am,” I answered honestly. It is no surprise that today's lifestyle disciplinarians and dominatrixes often masquerade as a governess who invites her clients into her world of very strict corporal punishment, using their prerogative to remove adult privileges and apply any number of strict measures. I have it on good authority that clients pay a handsome fee to be spanked, caned, whipped, paddled and humiliated by a stern governess!

But boy, did this news ever take the shine off my day! I was pissed off. I tried to be cool and convince myself it wasn’t as much fun as a ride in the Mustang, but inside I was screaming with frustration. I would have killed to have been there and to join in. OK, it wasn’t an over-the-knee spanking, but a paddling for fun had been missed. You will punish my daughter whenever you feel you must, and I'll never interfere. But on any day you've had to whip Alice, you will report to me after she's in bed, and I'll do the same to you." I remember actually grinning and not really taking her seriously, and yet feeling quite excited, with a combination of disbelief and adrenalised elation! I asked her if it was true that she’d caned her Rory across his bare bottom, but she just told me that it was none of my business – what was my business right now was my own behaviour. There are many spanking stories featuring a governess as the key protagonist, either as one who administers corporal punishment to her charges, or who receives it herself from her employers. The governess is depicted as a kind of surrogate mother, expected to suppress any desire for the possibility of her own marriage or motherhood. Not that there would be any time to pursue her own interests, as in addition to educational supervision, she was responsible for the social and moral development of her charges. Children carried their experience with their governesses well into adulthood. By then, they might have been either traumatized by cruel and sadistic instructors, or filled with fondness and admiration for the women who were invariably closer to them than their own mothers, based on the sheer amount of time they had spent together during the child's formative years and beyond. After everyone had settled in, it was time for the first round of over the knee spanking. Lots of time was spent over each gents lap and lots of lovely bottom rubs too. Then it was time for the implements. Various straps, paddles, crops, slipper, hairbrush and floggers were all used. After a break for refreshments and lemon drizzle cake, we resumed with a round of speed spanking. This was followed by 8 strokes of the cane from each gent for each of us Ladies. Now, that is normally the end of the party, but not this time! Naughty Frankie went round all the gents again for another round of caning! Not only that, but she requested that they did it harder this time! It was absolutely brilliant 🙂 The photo of our bottoms was taken after Frankie had her double round of caning, but whose bottom was the most striped?!

And when I receive it, there's just– there's a kind of like... if you use it lightly it almost hurts more. And then there's a way of kind of doing the follow-through where it bites in. And then the impact gets transferred from the implement into like my muscles. And it's just this deep burning thud that wraps itself around my bones. It's so erotic. I really like it. I haven't had a canning like that in a long time, but I'm very, very grateful to have so many happy memories. My ‘thing’ had always been the excitement of an over-the-knee spanking. I found the thought of being helpless, unable to move or wriggle away, terribly exciting. However, by 14 I had accepted that the chances of being turned over my mum’s knee were long gone, and it was something I was never going to experience. It’s astonishing really that the basic model – I make photosets and videos I think are beautiful, I put them on the web in as high a quality as the bandwidth will stand, people buy them individually or as part of a subscription service – is still viable. Long may it remain so! Two more to go. I’ll lay these on a bit, honey, OK?” What? Lay them on! What the hell were the other six? Fun pats? The following year the invitation was reciprocated and we went to the US to stay with them. By then I was 14, almost turning 15.

About Hywel

The weekend came around and some relatives of the American family turned up for the day. There were a couple more boys around my age. They all seemed to be more interested in basketball than soccer or rugby. The boys played ‘hoops’, as they called it, behind the garage every chance they could. js_anon has a talent for writing verse, and some of his poems feature the governess, as in The Governess and The Cane; The Governess - Much Angrier; and The Husband's Governess. The latter concludes with: I’ve always preferred collaborating, working in a collegiate manner with models, photographers, riggers, make-up artists and fans. And despite quitting my job as a lecturer, the urge to learn and teach and swap skills is very strong. So I ran a bondage tutorial workshop, and four out of the five participants are people still very much around. One is a regular photographic client of Ariel’s, who swaps techie nerdy info with me on a regular basis (the last time I saw him he came to the house so we could use his new colour meter on all my LED lights, so we could investigate what sort of spectrum each variety was putting out. I gather his studio is a technological marvel!) So this is my favourite one. It is a 10 millimetre – one centimetre – diameter. A dragon cane by Correction Collection. It's got a super nice padded purple handle. It is bendy but it's heavy. And it has just an indefinable je ne sais quoi quality of loveliness. Cannot tell you exactly what it is but it just... I like it.

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.I feel I have to mention the so-called Markham Project, because as fascinating as it may sound, it is likely to be a complete fabrication. Stoltz Sinatra in his brief essay The Markham Project - Fact or Fiction?, explains the project was allegedly named after a professional Victorian governess and educationalist called Elizabeth Markham. Between the 1880s and the early part of the 20th century she aimed to encourage best practice in the training of governesses and the education of young women by creating a network of like-minded governesses and others who who were trying to set-up some sort of academy to further their aims. They supposedly "advocated corporal punishment of young women over the age of 16 and unmarried ladies up to a late age."