So long as the rules are clear then what is your problem? Children have minds of their own and if they choose to disobey the rules then surely it is right for them to suffer reprisals. 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…

Apart from a simple good morning, Mr Larson did not speak to her the next day either. He behaved no differently towards her than he always did, but she felt they had shared an intimate moment and… Obviously I was never going to take a blind bit of notice and myself and two friends were soon caught red-handed (or should that be cold handed?) by that sneaky deputy head who was spying on us. We were stood in front of his desk in his office when he decided to throw us a lifeline. He wouldn't cane us if we could each come up with a good reason not to throw snowballs. Tasha just tingled a great deal more, and longed for her fingers to go and explore down in that place which sends you to space, but that could wait, and Mrs F’s own technique she just had to see. (A little plan formed in her head). Finally, I hope you enjoy our arrangement, and please remember that you can end it at any time and use the safe words. Are you serious?” she whispered. “It’s not a pittance to me, and you offered. Why offer if you don’t mean it? You bullied me into our arrangement.”

I will pay you of course. We are going to a fine dining restaurant. Do you have something appropriate to wear?”

In due time, this joyous fact would be shared with parish ladies as they discussed the merits and joys of bottoms bare and spanking matters, over each other’s knee as it turned out, on Wednesday nights at Ladies Group. But that was for the near future. There and then, in real time, there was some proper action due. His hand felt incredible as he rubbed her stinging skin. She raised her bottom into his hand to encourage him to do it more.

There is an inn on this road, why don’t we stay there tonight? I’ll get you your own room, but we can have a drink and talk and get to know each other like we should have done in the first place.” The dreaded bath brush is used regularly in our home and believe me my wife is an expert with it. Once I am in position over her lap she uses it to reduce me to a bawling very sorry husband and I love it. With my mom, spanking was a last resort, to be used only for exceptionally naughty behaviour. But for Kate, spanking was the go-to discipline. I probably got spanked two or three times a year, but it seemed like Denise and Kristie got their bottoms tanned more than two or three times in a week. Yes, sir,” she replied. She stood anxiously for a moment before she awkwardly bent and lowered herself over his knees. She hung across his legs in a most undignified way and presented him with her bottom. She felt her face flush with embarrassment. I’m sorry, sir,” Layla replied. “I promise I’ll try harder. I’m holding down two jobs—I work in a bar in the evenings—and sometimes I’m exhausted.”

Karen liked the strange feeling she felt (in a certain in a certain intimate area) at being exposed. 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. He huffed. “I said, on Wednesday I want you to come on a night out with a few of my friends, but I want you to accompany my friend Richard. He is upset about a break-up with his wife, and I want you to…you know…show him a good time.” Layla moaned loudly as she made herself come. She had not orgasmed so well in a long time and still felt incredibly turned on. She ignored the temptation to play more and cleaned up to ready herself for sleep.Penny got a little cross said “will you be quiet or we’ll be caught and then we’ll see who gets it. I’ve a good mind to wallop you now, am in the mood, Lord knows. If I know Mrs F, tables are about to be turned, which we should watch – so your bottom bare can wait for a spectacle that’s rare – our Vicar is clearly a spanking giver, not receiver and he’s about to get it from Mrs F good and proper, if my name’s not Penny!” Mr and Mrs Foster were already seated at the table. Layla smiled. She had never been so thrilled to see someone wearing the same dress as her. I am sorry, sir. I will accept your…corrections to my conduct in the workplace, but not in my personal life.” Mr Larson noticed her glistening thighs and reached his fingers to touch her. Layla bit her lip at the pressure of his fingers against her swollen clit. No,” she snapped. “I tried to set up my own business when I left university, but it failed. I’m probably stupid and naïve and not as great at business as you are, but I tried. I don’t appreciate being judged.”

No, it was not Michelle. Then she got it. The bottom bare its owner fair was Mrs F – she lived next door. Well, well, well. Matriarch of six herself, of Family Frobisher: a husband, two daughters, two sons, a nephew and a niece. She was no stranger to give and receive, that time honoured fashion of women and men.

Summary

Karen got out and some involuntary action told her to stand to attention. Anything good right now, might stop the severity of what was to come.