The old furniture was far heavier than it looked and she patiently waited as he half lifted and half slid them up to the wall. His fingers trembled against his blazer buttons before he folded it neatly across the chair seats and turned to face Miss Sternwood.

The Vicar at Saint Hugh’s Church used her as an example many times. “If you are not sure what to do, go and see her, she’ll have probably done it before, she’s marvellous!” So, for US…we’ve decided to not go forward with the maintenance spanking test. We’re going to keep on doing what we do. Eventually he’ll start slipping…In fact, as of this post, he’s already slipping from the last whuppin’, which I am downgrading to just “an attitude adjustment”. So I’ll be taking care of that very soon. And then after that, I’ll probably get the usual month to month and a half of good behavior until, he earns himself an attitude adjustment or another trip to the woodshed like this one. And one more thing. Were this to be a single, never too be repeated punishment, it would hardly serve as an adequate ongoing deterrent, and therefore-", with a pause she retrieved a blue exercise book from her drawer and slid it across the desk. He noted she had already printed the words 'revision diary' in capital letters upon its cover. For Older Children: Limit the use of electronic devices and screen time at least an hour before going to bed. And it's high time we mentioned that dratted headmaster, Dr Bernie Bottomley. I don't often behave badly enough to deserve the school cane, but this six-of-the-best left quite a lasting impression. I'll be on my best behaviour now sir, I promise! ;-)Mildred was walking by, the strains of the spanking symphony drifted through the window turning into a cocophony of sound, hard whups! and long, long howls of pain! She nodded satisfactorily. “Good old Mummy, keeping up the standards, that’ll teach her!” Murmurs and a few stifled giggles ran around the room. Every girl knew what that meant. So too did the teachers.

Maintain the position Attwood. It won't be getting any easier," Sophie warned, the whippy cane lightly moving and tapping as she spoke, a familiar dread ritual to ensure her next stroke would land precisely on target. "This will be two." All in all, it's not easy finding photos of my bottom in a pristine, un-spanked condition, but it does happen occasionally. This was more lingerie modelling, this time Lovehoney's Flirty Red Lace Boyshorts. Their "flirty" range of boyshorts are one of my favourites! My husband and I are devoted to each other, share many interests and share basic values and though we as any other couple from time to time have disagreements and conflicts has our marriage always been happy. We respect each other’s roles in the marriage and are happy with our individual roles that seem natural to us. Because we have no power struggle so our disagreements and problems usually not allowed to escalate into conflicts but when we have conflicts they are swiftly solved. but unsurprisingly I did not enjoy the sense of motion in the still frame below, that's taken from the same movie, especially not after he pinned my legs and spanked my bare bottom! Welcome to this new-year round-up of our favourite photos from 2019... and by "favourite", we of course mean the sexiest and naughtiest photos from last year! You're going to find quite a few spankings pictured below - none of which I had done anything to deserve, I can assure you!Both emotionally and intellectually I appreciate my husband’s headship and his quite strict and authoritarian leadership style very much and I know that I am most happy and content when I am dutiful and compliant so my husband is pleased with me and approving of my behaviour and attitude. We all have sorrows and disappointments in our lives and life would not even be really complete and fulfilling without also some adversity and disappointments but basically, I am happy, have a fulfilling life and feel that I, without having deserved it, have been very privileged.

Observing her from afar, her beauty and understated power, the calm authority that Miss Sternwood exuded so effortlessly, had frequently given him butterflies in his tummy. But here and now, in such close proximity, the scent of her hair, a delicate hint of her perfume as she moved, and an inexplicable intimacy of seeing her casual handling of the terrible cane, suddenly provoked a discernable twitch below his waistline. He shifted awkwardly, self-consciously adjusting his blazer and opening his mouth to speak, but found himself at a loss for words.

How Does Spanking at Bedtime Affect Older Children?

Genuinely sorry to have disappointed her, Thomas had seemed eager to reassure, but before he could reply, Miss Sternwood had risen from her seat and retrieved something long and slender from a hand-sized gap that was conveniently, but quite discreetly, left open between two of her bookcases. Many parents resort to spanking when their toddler refuses to go to bed or gets out of bed frequently. Her mummy, was at the very least, delighted! “Ohhh you clever girl Karen, you have made your Mummy so very proud. This Saturday, we are off to town you and I, we will go to Rushet’s Cafe on the High Street, and I’ll take you to your favourite bakers and get you a lovely cream cake to have after Sunday tea! Then my dear, we will go looking at uniforms and satchels. You are going to look lovely, you deserve the best….well done!”

If spanking at bedtime is causing more problems than solutions and affecting your child’s ability to sleep well, then it may be time to consider alternative strategies. Are There Legal and Ethical Concerns Around Bedtime Spanking?Emotionally I was now much better off than before. During the spanking, the dreadful pain was so overwhelming that it alone occupied my mind but afterwards, the emotional impact of the spanking became dominant and though I naturally was not jubilant, I was far from despondent and in low spirits. My glowing red, aching and throbbing bottom caused me great discomfort and would for some time continue. I had been burdened by shame and guilt because I was naughty and now I had been thoroughly punished as I deserved. The fierce pain on my bottom made me very aware of having been punished but the dreadful pain I had endured and was still suffering the aftermath of also made me aware that I had got the punishment I deserved and needed. I had atoned for my misbehavior and now was given a fresh start. As suddenly as it arrived, the immediate burning slice across his cheeks seemed to subside for a fraction of a second before erupting into a deep, smarting sting that swelled and throbbed, not just at the point of impact, but it felt to him as though it filled his entire bottom. 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.