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Anne Hairbrush - Romance

some lovely pics and posts from @anne-hairbrush :

There’s nothing to be ashamed about honey, we all could use a little spanking from time to time. If that’s what you need, I’m happy to give it to you.

Saying a quick goodbye to my nice white bottom, I now it’s gonna change color any minute now and it’s gonna be at least a couple of days before it’ll be white again.

When she takes all the time to bare your bottom exactly like she wants to, you know she won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. And neither will you.

Every Sunday morning before breakfast I get my bare bottom spanked. It helps me deal with any feelings of stress and frustration I have left and it gives me a fresh start to the new week. Also, it adds a little extra spice to out lovemaking after breakfast.

So we’ve established you’re quite skilled at lovemaking, perhaps you can show me some of your spanking skills now.

@anne-hairbrush

Looking out the window, daydreaming, feeling a bit blue. She wishes her dear friend was here to make her feel better with her gentle voice, her tender hands and her soft, warm body. She really needs to be held, to hear that she’s loved and that it’s going to be all right. But what she really needs is al long, hard, bare bottomed spanking like only her friend can give her.

I brought you a beautiful new belt honey. It’ll look great on you, but it’ll look even better when you use it on my buns. Why don’t you try it right now.

Totally stressed out, completely messed up my schedule, so a long, hard spanking is due. And as if this day couldn’t get any worse, now I can’t seem to find that freaking hairbrush.

(sw: I return downstairs in tears to be greeted with a hug, follow her into the kitchen to get a wooden spoon, and head back upstairs for the bath brush. After half (or so) with each I'm crying harder but feeling better. Then, at bedtime, the slipper.)

“How come the girl’s buns in your painting are all red and hot, while mine clearly aren’t?”

“That’s the creative freedom of an artist I guess. A painting doesn’t have to be exactly like the model.”

“But wouldn’t it be easier for you if your model is exactly like your painting?”

“I guess it would be.”

(sw: mmm what a lovely photo and a lovely scenario... though the buns in the paintings are awfully red...)

#anne hairbrush

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Sivam53

"Don't call me Ginge," insisted Meg.

"Ginge!" mumbled Betty with a mouthful of sofa, "Ginge, Ginge, Ginge."

It was going to be a long evening for those who had turned up to the Mothers' Union Whist Drive.

***

@sivam53 has removed all the posts from their tumblr so I'm posting the ones I saved.

M was going to have to accept that she simply wasn't any good at Strip Cluedo.

Only those involved knew that the Tipplethwaite and District Ladies' Embroidery and Crochet Circle was a front. Natalie was determined to get to the bottom of it.

#Sivam53 #mature #curvy

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Spanking Women - College Justice!

from the discontinued SpankingWomen

CELL BLOCK D

None of the inmates at the Hazelwood Correctional Facility wanted to get transferred to Cell Block D. It was reserved for the women who couldn’t behave themselves once already within the walls of the facility. Smartmouths, liars, women who started fights, women who ducked out on chores, women who gave the guards a hard time, women who didn’t obey. One guard referred to it as "The Home of the Brats." It was a fitting name.

Cell Block D was essentially run and governed by Diana Adams. But the inmates knew her by no such name. To them, she was known only as Madam. She was a strong, no-nonsense woman, 40ish and straightforward. 

The Madam of Cell Block D had a rather simple approach to discipline. She treated her prisoners like bad little girls and spanked their bare butts. There was a room right in the middle of the cells, a room with one door and no windows. However, the walls of this particular room were thin enough that the other prisoners could easily overhear what was happening in there. That was intentional. Madam liked it that way.

Some called it The Punishment Room, some referred to it as The Spanking Room, but most knew it as The Crying Room. Madam and her guards would collect whichever women needed correction, making them strip completely naked before leaving their cells and then walking to The Crying Room with their hands atop their heads. She did this for the walk back more than anything else. She wanted the other prisoners to see the tears and hear their childish boohooing, but she also wanted them to see the glowing red butts as they marched back to their cells.

In the room itself, Madam would take each woman on by one across her knees and spank them with a hairbrush until their bottom was red and purple and the miscreant was bawling. If more than one inmate was to be spanked, the others would line up against the wall and be forced to watch the spankings. Most of the women were crying before they were even taken over the knee and some urinated on the floor in fear. But you did not want to pee while over Madam’s knee. If a young lady was unfortunate enough to have that kind of an accident, then after her walk of shame back to her cell, she would only be allowed to wear a t-shirt for a week. 

So yeah, you could definitely say that none of the gals stuck in Hazelwood wanted to find themselves in Cell Block D. 

Mrs. Duggan was known as the Dean of Discipline. Her actual title was unknown to most at Valley Reformatory but it mattered very little. She carried with her a reputation for being strict and for possessing a certain proclivity towards corporal punishment. If you were unlucky enough to have been sent to Valley, you did not want to end up in her office.

It was a corner office, windowless, tucked in a back hallway on the basement level. At certain times, a passerby might hear loud crying, sobbing, begging and blubbering - not to mention the unmistakable sounds of a spanking in progress - coming from behind Mrs. Duggan's door. From all accounts, she was a helluva spanker and she didn't have any qualms about taking panties down and painting a bare bottom red.

First offenders went over Mrs. Duggan's knee and were spanked with just her hand. Since Valley served as an alternative to prison for young women above the age of 18, their over-the-knee predicament was intended to embarrass as much it hurt. Second time offenders got the OTK hand spankings in addition to a severe paddling. Third time offenders received both plus the cane. There were never any fourth time offenders. Even the toughest of the girls at Valley shaped up real quick after the cane. 

She liked to spank in groups, even if the offenders were all there for different reasons. By the end of an afternoon, there might be 20 red butts lined up along her office wall serving corner time. 

The first week of boot camp was a real eye-opener for Erika and Jennifer. 

It was an alternative to jail, an opportunity to have their little indiscretion removed from their records. They thought they were taking the easier choice. They thought that compared to jail, boot camp would be a breeze.

Just a few hours into that first day was all it took before they both realized how wrong they had been.  Erika had a smart mouth she just couldn't seem to control. Jennifer was flat-out lazy and adverse to any kind of physical exertion.  These shortcomings lost them their clothing privileges. Not complying with their punishments fast enough earned Erika and Jennifer corporal punishment.

Naked and in front of everyone, the two young women were bent over and strapped until their bottoms were bright red and they were howling. For an hour afterward, they stood with their hands atop their heads and stared at the wall. It was going to be a long six weeks.

At this institution for wayward young ladies, they use corporal punishment as needed. Bare bottom, bun-blistering paddlings hard enough to make even the toughest girls cry like babies. And the paddlings are not private. They are done on the spot as needed, no matter who is around to witness. If you happened to walk by the showers on any particular day at this institution, you might see quite a few red butts glowing in the mist of the hot water.

The three perpetrators were identified and separated from the others. They were taken to another room, stripped and then given a healthy dose of the strap across their bared bottoms. Each young woman was left with a nicely reddened backside and the sting of fresh tears. There was also the haunting promise of another spanking for each before bedtime, leaving their bellies tangled with nerves and despair.

Shoplifter.

A spanking before her first night in lock-up.

Spankings hurt.

#spankingwomen #judicial #college

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Come here, I know what you need, my dear cousin. A long trip over my knees and a good spanking on your bare ass. Take off your clothes and lay over my knees.

Finally we are among ourselves. Ever since my daughter told me that twice a week she puts you across her knees and spanks your bare bottom, i want to put you across my knees too. We've got two hours to do it now and believe me, after this spanking you'll be able to tell very clearly who just spanked you. Come on, pants off and over my knees. Just so you know, of course your wife knows what's going to happen to your bottom now...😀

Thank you for your compliment, I'm glad you like my legs. Would you like to get to know her better, I mean, would you like to go over my knees for a long and good spanking?

I've been running through your searches on the web. You like strict mommies, don't you? Then quickly make your ass naked and lie over my knees. I'll show you how strict I am. Your ass will be happy.

Yes, of course we're friends, but it's about time I spanked you with a cane. Your manners leave a lot to be desired. Take off your pants and bend over the table. I'm sure we'll still be friends after that, because the cane will get you hooked and you'll want to feel it again and again.

#i-need-spanking #adult #willing #friend

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Bright Girl OTK - Fairies and Fairytales

I have always loved the spanking vignettes posted by @brightgirlotk (as well as all the rest of the stuff posted on her tumblr - science/ math, philosophy, humor, unclothed women...)

So it's ridiculous that I haven't added her before to the Spanking Anthologies collection!

(unfortunately, because of Tumblr being stupid, she's taken the best of her writing talents elsewhere for several years now - see

Caitlin Tureaud (@CaitlinTureaud) - Wattpad - Temporal Exploring 101 - First Transit)

She has many great topics to choose from but I chose to start with her stories of Fairie Time...

Willow-Leaf had no idea how she had even got here. Trailing a human trespasser in Eldaryn Wood, she had passed between the standing stones and suddenly found her herself in this strange place, with human people dressed in strange garb and speaking a strange language.

She did not know then that before the day was over she would be accused of shoplifting, get kissed by a human lad, get her bare bottom spanked, inadvertently start a fire and be bedded by a red-haired human girl.

I guess my friend Carol deserved extra points for authenticity: they certainly didn’t wear panties in medieval times.

***

It was a visitation of sorts, but not an unpleasant one, at that. Ylsiphaistora and myself got along surprisingly well, considering that she had been sent to seduce me to the Dark. I was aware of her intentions, of course, but she had such pretty wings and boobs! In the end, I guess that both sides of the Great War were shocked when they learned that the two of us had elected to elope with each other to Places Unknown and Unheard Of.

I need to try this. Preferably in a faraway place where nobody knows me.

brightgirlotk

LinkPinup FanArt by CrisDelaraArt

The elven girl was eager to prove herself. Maybe a bit too eager: on her first day on the elven border patrol, she volunteered for a one-elf mission to secretly enter the human lands to check their military forces and fortifications. The human ranger who intercepted her immediately realized he was dealing with a rookie. He took her over the knee and spanked her little elven butt to a bright red before he sent her back to her squad. Upon her return, what had transpired on her mission was obvious to anyone who caught a glimpse of the telltale color of her butt under her short elven cloak. Her comrades were tactful enough not to mention it in her presence. Surely, she would learn from mistakes like everybody else had.

Red Riding Hood had been summoned to visit her Grandma asap so the old lady could ‘have a word with her’. This didn’t sound good, Red Riding Hood thought. The old lady had repeatedly criticized her for the way she dressed. In fact there was a good chance that Red might get her tight little backside spanked at Grandma’s place. Well, there was little that could be done about that. Swinging her little butt that peeked out under her short skirt, Red Riding Hood started on her journey to Grandma’s house in the forest.

brightgirlotk

I feel a strange affinity for that picture. As if that girl in the picture were me, scribbling arcane formulas and equations. You can even see Schrödinger's cat playing with a ball of wool.

brightgirlotk

Choosing a suitable whipping girl for the adolescent royal princess was a necessary if somewhat wearisome task, though there was by no means a lack of young ladies of noble lineage who applied for that position – a  position that entailed acquaintance not only with the princess and her tutors, but also with various members of the royal family.

brightgirlotk

To find a suitable mortal to perform the ritual had been easy. These days, mortals were so very susceptible to any kind of glamor or illusion, so ready to be goaded into doing what you wanted, their very thoughts and emotions so easy to read. That woman here had a daughter who had recently entered some place of higher learning, but the daughter was acting irresponsibly, spending her mother’s hard earned coin without a care. It had been child’s play to use the woman’s anger to induce her to perform the ritual beating. Which she was doing exceptionally well, the nymph thought somewhat ruefully. Her bottom felt as if it was on fire. Surely, this must be enough to satisfy Artemis and the minor deities.

Karen blinked. Here she was, in her familiar living-room, but for a moment, she had imagined herself to be in a grotto laid out with exquisite carpets, doing … something she couldn’t remember. ‘Something needful’, she murmured, confused and somewhat shaken. Speaking of needful, she needed to confront Katie and make that girl see some sense. Karen’s 19-year-old daughter yet had to learn that her ill-considered actions might have unpleasant consequences. It was then that Karen realized she was holding something in her right hand. Some sort of a switch, it appeared. A picture of Katie’s jeans-clad backside flashed through her mind. And suddenly she understood what had to be done. Keeping a tight hold on the switch, Karen briskly made for her daughter’s room.

***

(replacement photo)

brightgirlotk

‘Still tired? Did you indulge in another little bit of late night entertainment last night, Jennifer?’ There were shocked gasps from several of the other servants. Mary was the only one of them who was allowed to call me by my first name. We had been friends and had played together when we were little. Now I was the earl’s daughter who was going to inherit estate and title, and Mary was one of the chamber maids. Since my parents had left to spend three months abroad, Mary had taken to not just teasing me, but making fun of me in front of the other servants. This could not be tolerated, and Mary was aware of that. 'You know you are not to speak to me in such a disrespectful tone, Mary’, I scolded her, hoping that she would have the grace to at least look embarrassed. I had no such luck. 'Are you going to discipline me, then?’ 'I may have to’, I replied. Although I had never done that myself, I knew that my mother chastised the maids when necessary, and I knew where she kept the implements. 'Ouch.’ Mary said it with a grin. She really left me no choice. 'Bend over’, I ordered, 'now.’ For a moment, I thought I saw a pleased smile on her face. I fetched a cane, and Mary bent over and raised her skirts, humbly presenting her bottom. As the other servants watched, I administered three strokes to her bare backside. 'Stay like that.’ I traced the marks on her smooth skin with my finger tips. She shuddered and moaned softly. I cleared my throat. 'You may get up now and prepare a bath for me. You may attend me while I take my bath.’ 'Very well’. Mary’s face had gained some color. I went to my rooms and undressed, lost in thoughts, as Mary filled hot water into the tub. I was not really surprised when somewhat later she undressed and, with a playful smile, joined me in the tub.

brightgirlotk

After my inexcusable outburst at the dinner table, with all of our guests in attendance, it was clear that there would be consequences. Our new governess, Kathleen Amberhurst, had been sent for and was now quietly conversing with my mother. When she had been first introduced to me and my sister, Ms Amberhurst had made it very clear that she considered neither me nor Eileen too old to get disciplined. A week later, I had watched her apply a switch to my sister’s bare bottom. So I rather knew what to expect. After a few strokes, Eileen had been bawling. Chances were that I would be bawling too, a few minutes from now. Afterwards, I would have to return to the party and behave as if nothing had happened. Our dinner guests were regarding me with expressions that ranged from pity to amusement. The governess concluded her discusson with my mother and walked over to where I was sitting. She regarded me coolly. ‘So, Miss Evelyn, your mother informed me that you and me need to have a little talk. Let us take care of that in your room, shall we?’

brightgirlotk

My sister Allie and I had been so excited to discover that ancient book of spells in our granddad’s old study. The spells were all in Latin, which neither of us could read.

“What kind of spell is this, do you think?” my sister asked, pointing to some random page.

“Well, let’s try and find out,” I proposed.

www.jpcworldcolorgalery.hautefort.com

brightgirlotk

A very happy naughty angel

brightgirlotk

Just when Red Riding Hood thought she knew exactly what was going to happen next, it started to snow, and everything changed.

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Anne-Hairbrush - Loving Spankings I Need

One of my favorite tumblrs - @anne-hairbrush !

really understands how a girl might need a (really) good spanking once in a while (and sometimes more often than that!).

***

I’m still feeling a bit shaken after what just happened. Riding the big waves is really my thing, but this time it was very dangerous. I could have gotten myself hurt really bad or even killed. Thank god I’m okay. Now I’m gonna go inside and tell her what happened. No point in trying to hide it, she knows me way too well. She’s gonna take me in her arms and let me have a good cry, she’ll cuddle and comfort me, kiss me and dry my tears, so I’ll feel better. Then she’ll make me drop my bikini bottoms, lay me across her lap and spank the living daylights out of my bare buns with the wooden paddle until I’m crying all over again.

(sw: my favorite paddling-crying pic:

***

I’m really glad we’ve had this talk honey and I really love you for opening up about your feelings. As a reward I’m gonna let you choose the implement I’m gonna spank you with.

(sw: I'd choose the leather paddle but it would take so long and I hate to put you to the trouble)

anne-hairbrush

I placed her face down, bottom up over a couple of pillows. Then I took out the lexan paddle, the one that burns even the toughest buns. Now I’m gonna continue until I’m sure she really can’t take anymore. Not because I’m cruel or anything, but because I know this is what she needs.

___

sw: God I hate Lexan! And I'm sure I don't have 'the toughest buns'. But I don't doubt that my mentor had to think this a few times (or more) when I was having a hard time of things...

After Chloe got caught smoking, Sam sat her down and explained to her that smoking not only causes lung cancer and heart disease, but also causes painful blisters on your buttocks. Then Sam showed her exactly what she meant by that.

I’m sorry mam.

I don’t believe you really are, but your buns will be when I’m done with you, believe me.

(sw: guess that wasn't the only time I got caught at something!)

anne-hairbrush

When the bad moods and the sassyness start to creep up again, they both know what has to be done. No need to argue or discuss about that.

(sw: sometimes I don't even have to 'misbehave')

I see that my hairbrush made quite an impression on you. Now that you know I won’t hesitate to use it on your bare buns, let’s start our discussion again. What was it you where not gonna do anymore?

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(sw: Where does the list even start? And do I have to be spanked for each one separately? Oh, wait - I know the answer to that)

I know it’s hurting dear, but it’s for your own good, you had this coming for a long time. I hope you’ll remember this pain in your buns the next time you think about skipping classes.

(sw: number 1 on the list of things she says when she won't be done for a long, long time)

There’s always that special blow that catches you by surprise and just takes your breath away before it makes you scream out in pain.

anne-hairbrush

The rain of vicious blows caused lots of pain and lots of tears, but now that she’s had some time to recover and the sharpness of the burn in her buns starts to fade away a little, a sense of calmness starts to come over her. She knows tonight she’ll have her first good night sleep in weeks. Except when she accidentally rolls on her back in her sleep, that is.

(sw: feeling like things would run a little smoother - for awhile, anyway)

I know you don’t mean to yell at me and throw tantrums, and in a way I even believe you when you say it makes you feel bad. But don’t worry dear, that’s what spankings were invented for. When applied properly on your bare buttocks, it’ll clear your head from all its angriness and make you much more pleasant to be around. At least for a couple of days.

(sw: omg, so embarrassed to be called out on this! Hard, even, sometimes, to feel like one spanking is even enough (sad Lauren noises))

Cry all you want girl. I’m convinced the lord gave girls like you ears to listen and firm, round buttocks to receive messages you choose not to hear. So from now on I’m gonna use this hairbrush to spank your buns, every time you ignore anything I say, until I’m absolutely sure you’ve received my message loud and clear.

(sw: 'every time' for 'anything' - going to be back here again and again)

Thankfully the couch had armrests, otherwise I probably would have made the mistake of trying to protect my buns from getting spanked with my hands.

(sw: lucky me (?))

You heard me the first time. I want you to place two pillows on your bed and lay flat on your stomach on top of them. But first hand me your belt, cause I’m gonna use it on your buns.

Sometimes a spanking just has to happen right then and there and she uses whatever’s available to teach your buns a good lesson.

(sw: 'quick' spankings are not always 'brief' and a 'little' spoon doesn't always make for a 'little' spanking!)

Stop making such a fuss and take your punishment like a big girl. Back when I was young they used the back of a hairbrush on naughty girls like you, so you should be thankful you’re getting your bottom spanked with only my hand.

I’m sorry mam.

I don’t believe you really are, but your buns will be when I’m done with you, believe me.

#anne-hairbrush #college

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Turned On from Spankingwomen

After a good spanking, she went to bed bottomless for the next few nights, especially in the Summer. Shamefully, she masturbated over and over during those late-night hours when she was confident the rest of the house was asleep. She greedily touched herself, reliving the punishment again and again in her head. She would bite the pillow when she climaxed, afraid to wake anyone, knowing she would be spanked again - and probably much harder - if she was discovered. 

She wasn't sure which made her more nervous: the thought of another bottom blistering or understanding that there was a secret desire for the humiliating punishment deep down within her. 

Bottomless, she made the long walk of shame back to her bedroom. 

She wanted to cry and rant and complain about life not being fair but a big part of her knew that the spanking was justified. She really had been spiraling as of late and, as silly as it sounded, a childish punishment like a good spanking was the only thing that got her back under control. 

She looked back, fascinated at the brilliant color of her punished ass. It felt so warm back there! Guiltily, she thought about what happened the last time she was spanked and understood that she would soon be touching herself again. It no longer seemed like a choice. It thrilled her to think about getting caught doing that to herself and then getting yet another spanking. 

She was a dirty girl and a bad girl and those facts seemed set in stone. She sighed and hesitantly touched the wounded skin of her backside. In that moment, she had a premonition - her little butt would be sore and red for most of the summer. It all just seemed so inevitable.

NEW MOMMY

With her pajama bottoms at her knees, Anne could do little more than waddle over to the cabinet. An infinite amount of butterflies danced around in her tummy as she opened the drawer and retrieved both the paddle and the hairbrush as instructed. 

Ms. Hamilton said nothing, but the look on her face indicated that Anne better hurry. 

So, she waddled back, ever so aware of her exposure, her nakedness in her boss’ presence. Anne was happy to have at least trimmed her bush and shaved her legs - she would have died having Ms. Hamilton see her unprepared in any way. Anne was too shy to look up and make eye contact. She handed the implements to her boss, who was seated on a couch in this back office.

“Would you like to keep working here,” Ms. Hamilton said.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Anne replied.

“You will call me ‘Mommy’ from now on. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mommy,” Anne said. Her voice was timid and small.

“You know what to do next,” Ms. Hamilton told her while patting her thighs.

Anne lowered herself across Ms. Hamilton’s lap. The sensation of her boss’ denim thighs against her bare skin brought a flood of memories to Anne. She remembered the last spanking from her father, only days before she left for college. She had gotten it for underage drinking and it was an embarrassing and bittersweet moment from her past. Anne also remembered a spanking from an old boyfriend that had started out kind of like a joke, but had turned serious when she teased him during it and had ended with her blistered and sobbing. These thoughts brought an urgent dampness between her thighs as she felt Ms. Hamilton place her hand on her lower back to hold her in place. It would be the paddle first.

Anne gasped when the hardwood paddle smacked her bare cheeks, one after the other, faster and much harder than she was expecting. There was the brief sting of fresh tears in the corners of her eyes. Ms. Hamilton was not messing around. 

Anne knew that she would be naked soon enough. Her boss had been so eager for this arrangement. Ms. Hamilton had worn a mask of calm coolness at the start, but it had melted away quickly and left only hunger. Anne was willing and eager too and would be disappointed if these spankings did not end with the two of them in bed together. 

The paddling continued. Anne cried out with every swat, kicking off her pajama bottoms entirely, leaving her nude from the waist down. She could sense Ms. Hamilton’s excitement and longed for her boss to reach down and touch her slit, to feel Anne’s own excitement.

“Oh, mommy,” Anne sighed.

#spankingwomen #turned on #adult #girlfriend-wife

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Spanked After College by SpankingsArray

from @spankingsarray

Mai was 30 and ashamed to admit she felt like she needed to be spanked like a little girl. But the guilt she felt over her mistakes was unbearable. So she asked her sister to start spanking her for her mistakes. Her sister obliged (with a slight smile) and so every couple weeks they would meet privately, Mai would confess what made her feel guilty, and would then pull her pants and panties down and bend over her sister's lap. Her sister then spanked Mai's bare bottom, first with her hand and then with a rice paddle.

***

sw: Not everyone stops getting spankings - for some of us, ever!

***

Elaine had moved in with her college-going daughter. She was shocked to come home and find her mom had made a mess and done nothing all day. Much to Elaine's dismay, her daughter turned the tables on her and told her to accept a disciplinary spanking or move out. Her daughter gave her a bare bottom hand and spoon spanking over her knee. Even more humiliating, as she rubbed her spanked butt cheeks and felt waves of emotions rolling over her, her daughter reminded Elaine how Elaine used to give her a follow up spanking for reaching back to cover her bottom- which she had done while her daughter was spanking her. Now she had to bend over the couch for spanks with a belt. From now on, Elaine would have to accept spankings from her daughter and with panic she remembered just how harshly she had spanked her daughter, and had never shown her mercy or gone lightly when it came to bare butt discipline and thought about the stingy, humiliating spankings her buttocks would be getting in the future.

Megan felt dumb, just standing there about to get a spanking. She was an adult, she told herself. She was stronger than her mom. She could easily refuse to be spanked. But in spite of these thoughts, she just stood there like she always did, obeying her mom when she said was getting a spanking, and letting her mom pull her panties down like a little girl. Then her mom would scold her and spank her bare bottom, and she would be crying and begging for the spanking to stop. Megan didn't know why she didn't just refuse to be spanked anymore, but something in her ended up always submitting to her mother's discipline and so this scene was repeated over and over.

Marjorie was 25. She had a degree and a good job, and looked like an independent young woman. But at home, her traditional and strict mother still gave her disciplinary spankings at least once a week. Her dress would come up, her panties would come down, her hand was held out of the way as she was a perpetual bottom coverer, and her mom would spank her bare butt cheeks with her hand and then with a hairbrush or spoon, sometimes a strap too. She was far too embarrassed about being spanked at the age of 25 to ever tell anyone, but as long as she lived with her mom, who believed she was still responsible for making sure Marjorie was a "decent and godly young woman," she could expect to have her butt bared and spanked over the knee every week.

(@sophiemeudon had commented "If my colleagues, students and friends knew...")

how embarrassing!

Maggie disliked her stepmom and had tried to trap her, offering her that whoever won a card game could spank the other. It didn't go as planned- Maggie lost and now she was bent bare bottom over the table as her stepmom firmly and mercilessly spanked her. She found to her dismay that her stepmom wasn't just being playful either. She was giving Maggie a serious, hard, bare butt spanking with the belt.

The surreal moment of pain, humiliation, and fear when the young woman realized she really was being spanked by her mom as if she was a child. And knowing her pants and panties would come down in a minute for spanks on her bare bottom made the internal commotion worse. It had all happened faster than she could process and now she realized she may be a grown up woman but she really was "not too old for a good spanking," as her mom had warned her a week earlier.

(sw: one warning is plenty!)

She'd asked her older cousin to start holding her accountable and giving her disciplinary spankings. What she hadn't expected was how hard and how often her cousin would spank her, or that she'd always bare her butt first, or that instead of just the hand like she was used to her cousin would buy some sturdy wooden spoons. But now it was too late and she had to just stay in position and take the spanks on her tender butt cheeks.

Young women in their twenties living at home, free from bills and other pressures, have more options in life. Options like should I clean the bathroom when mom tells me to, or shall I do it later with a sore, spanked bottom?

Paloma was a 25 year old young woman who excelled at science. She had in fact already earned rewards, published some peer-reviewed essays, and was preparing to do a Ph.D. program. But at home, she was still just mommy's girl and subject to bare bottom disciplinary spankings. About twice a week, Paloma found herself with her panties pulled down over her mom's lap getting spanked with a bathbrush that was a spanking bathbrush, it hung on the wall and was just used to spank Paloma and her sister. Every bit of feeling like a dignified, serious woman left her as the spanks came down on her butt cheeks. She kicked and begged for the spankings to stop but they never stopped until she was thoroughly crying and had a sore, red bottom. She was humiliated to think about how often she was doing research and study or supervising college freshmen with a well-spanked butt.

(sw: okay, this isn't 'after college', strictly speaking, but at 25, it counts!)

#after college #spankings array

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Soumsandrine

Soumsandrine

And then, you may be a mom but since you came back to live with me, we start again as before and remember that you were still often spanked at 20 years old including in front of family and friends

Babysitter...

She may be 19 years old but grandma pulled down her panties and she took a big spanking by grandma. She will finish her afternoon at the corner.

Even on holiday mom spanks me on the balcony at my age and in addition she is not discreet and neither am I because she hit very hard.

#Soumsandrine #mom spanks #after college #French

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JPCSpank

In the establishment, it happens that for serious misconduct, punishments such as picketing are applied but always in the office of the management, out of sight.

But an exceptional fault: Exceptional punishment.

This is how Pascaline, though a high school student, experienced the stool of shame.

This was placed in the entrance hall of the establishment, a place of obligatory passage in the building.

After a good spanking by the director, it was there that she was exposed to the stake, facing the wall and completely naked.

Teachers, supervisors but especially students, it was impossible not to see her punished in this way. Offering for a long time a breathtaking view of her bare buttocks, which we guess tense to be exhibited in this way.

The boys were thrilled in front of this unforgettable painting and the girls, scoundrels in such a situation, encouraged them even more to rinse their eyes...

You can run to hide! Now that everyone has seen you get the naked spanking you've been deserving for so long!

"Don't we agree girls? When this plague of Sophie enters the room, we celebrate her!"

"Oh yes! As we said! We fucked it up! Completely!! And then, one who holds her, one who spanks her and the third who films!!"

"And take turns! So that everyone can enjoy it and her bare buttocks have the color they deserve!"

"She has always dreamed of acting in a movie, she will be served!"

"yes! I'm so happy to be part of it and then curious to read the reviews!"

(Source: Punishedbrat) 

"Pauline, I can't refuse you anything after what you just did for our company! Thanks to you we finally discovered who the embezzlement came from!

And it is only natural that everyone should know this, my dear Pauline!

So, if it makes you happy that our punished thief spends her day around the corner in your own office, she will accompany you on the spot!

Isn't it, Brigitte??"

Amandine will always remember this famous spanking but especially this stand in the middle of the garden on this first Sunday of spring. For more than an hour, she felt the soft air on her naked body and crimson buttocks... amusing the neighbors who made their first barbecues having a perfect view of her and her shameful situation ...

"I offer you my humblest apologies naked, for being so pretentious with you... Thank you for witnessing the masterful bare ass spanking I deserved... As well as for your laughter and mockery during my correction, which put me back in my place... I ask your permission to go and cover myself... Unless you feel that I should be punished and exposed more."

40-year-old housewife caught in the act of theft and punished on the spot.

After a good spanking, forced to do her shopping "naked ass" for the greatest amusement of honest customers ...

#jpcspank #exposed #all ages #French

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Canailleschenapans

When your teen asks mom for permission to spank and you already know the answer...

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stories from @Canailleschenapans - translated from the originial French:

Moms at the time were less embarrassed about psychology ...

When mom is still taking care of her big daughter's education...

Privacy of roommates

Photo by Jon Downs

Leah?! What are you doing? Get off that table! Do you want a spanking?

#Canailleschenapans #college #French #mom spanks

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#razrstrpr #turned on #asking for it #mature #curvy

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Not the Switch!

“Hmmmmm, you must have really been very naughty to have cut such strong switches... you can tell me all about what you have been up to while I switch you.”

“...and all you had to do is tell me the truth and take your punishment; but... you decided to lie and then to run from me! Now you are going to get a good switching for running... I am going to start at your bottom and work my way down until the switch is used up...”

“Yes, I am taking a photo of your bottom! You seem to have a very hard time recalling the consequences of your misbehavior, so a nice photo to hang in your room will surely help you remember it!”

"This is the second switch you have destroyed with your beautiful bottom! Strip off your dress and cut me another switch, you naughty girl!"

"Please...please dear!"

"Please what?"

"Please use the switch, I don't want the neighbors to hear me being strapped!"

“if you turn around one more time, we are going to take the stool out into the backyard and you will sit on it facing the fence while I switch you!”

“Mary, make sure she stays in position; because if she does not you will take her place.”

(doesn't really seem fair...)

#razrstrpr #switches #college

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I cannot understand how this new dad’s girlfriend, manages to convince him so quickly about everything. Since the first day she moved to our home, she has always complained about how spoiled brat I am and my lack of manners. She always says that discipline and a firm hand is what I need.

Anyway, my dad and my late mom has been always against any kind of corporal punishment so I was sure that her attempts of my dad allowing her to punish me in anyway were futile. Well at least that what I thought until this morning when I was having my breakfast. She showed up in the kitchen and calmly said:

“I have been chatting with your dad during the night and I have to inform you that since now on, he has allowed me to punish you every time I feel it’s needed as if I were your own mother. He trust me and my ways to grow you up fully, so that’s why I am going to do some shopping this morning. I know a handcraft store and the other side of the town where they make the best whippy canes of the country. I am sure you will be able to certify it by yourself soon.”

                                                 (evil grin)

What a bitch. I wonder what does my dad like about her!

I really hate my parents keep hiring a babysitter whenever they go to have dinner out. I am 16 y.o.

She is a student girl from the neighborhood barely three years older than me and though she is pretty, she obviously owns a sadistic streak that springs up whenever we are left alone.

Since my mother allowed her to use the cane on me whenever she feels it’s needed, she has not wasted the use of that privilege every time she has come to take care of me. I am afraid she is practicing with the cane by herself, because she canes me harder and more accurately each time.

I have tried anything to avoid her punishments.

I have even tried to gain her sympathy by giving her flowers when she comes but nothing has worked by the moment. After every visit of her, I have sported painful stripes on my bottom for days.

The first time I saw the new babysitter my parent had hired to take care of me , she came with a hat, an umbrella and a odd suitcase.

I could not but to think she resembled Mary Poppins, looking like a funny and young girl, so I thought I would spend nice times with her.

 As soon as my curiosity made me ask about the content of her suitcase, my opinion started to change quickly and my worst omens, soon became true.

 What was inside the suitcase?

A tawse for my hands and an extensible plastic cane for my bottom.

The first was supposed to be intendend for minor infractions and the cane for the most serious ones.

She used both of them skillingly and any of them, hurt like hell.

 No doubt, my parents had hire a reputed professional English  babysitter!

#stern women #teen

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Student Teachers

The school district had abolished the policy of corporal punishment for over two years, but it seems there was a loophole for that class or category of students, referred to as student teachers.

*Boys and Girls* in ages ranging from twenty to twenty three [on the average], who were not quite students and not quite teachers but not covered or mentioned upon the enactment on disciplinary limits. And although, rarely employed in the past, it wasn’t unheard of in certain circumstances.

That is where we find Rachel. She’s is about to be paddled (over One layer of protection) as prescribed, for insubordination and failure to follow school protocol and be on time. This, after several write ups and verbal warnings.

In addition she will given a letter that will have to be signed by her course adviser and her mother. The mother part will prove the big obstacle here, as she still lives at home and has grown with the added penalty of getting punished at home, if you are punished at school.

That threat has not gone away with the passage of time. And Mother is not encumbered with any “one layer of protection* limitations to her administration of punishments.

Sitting in class may prove to be difficult for Rachel for the next few days

When a *northern* educated [yankee] student teacher fails to follow the prescribed procedures for maintaining discipline in the classroom; the administrator in charge must give the student [teacher] *incentive* to “get with the program”.

After just two such *examples*, the student teachers tries to convince [as best she can] that she “understands” and fully intends to to follow the directives to the letter. 

But Six is delivered just the same. Just to “make sure” the lesson is *burned* onto to her memory.

As an *unintended consequence* of her behavior and correction, her mother is called [as is the policy for any *student* in this school] and her difficult nature and seeming inability to follow directions is discussed in some detail with the girl’s mother [with whom she lives]; spanking once again was brought back into the home. and proved to be every bit as effective as it was when she was a little girl. Prompting the mother to wonder why she thought her bratty, know-it-all, self prepossessing attitude daughter, grew out of the need for “a good spanking”.

In the end, she became a good [respected] teacher - In The End.  

You’re now a student teacher assigned to a school you used to attend. 

you went calling on a former teacher of yours, and telling her [confessing] about all those things you did and “got away with” when you were a student and she was your teacher; didn’t quite turn out as fun as you imagined.

She didn’t find your stories amusing in the least.

And proceeded to “let you know about it”. You obviously forgot that the operative word in you title as student teacher was still ‘student”.

And being one of the strictest teaches in the school, she saw it as her task, to “correct” the mistakes and misbehaviors students have made.

You stand corrected now, unable to sit, as she *corrected* those past misbehavior(s) she had missed, in the “traditional way”.  

A Student Teacher - The operant word here is Student. And she is dealt with in *the appropriate* prescribed manner disobedient *students* are dealt with at this school.

#annoying wizard #school #student teachers #after college

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by Girlsbeingspanked - Living at Home

Four words that made her heart skip a beat.

"Go pick a switch"

"You march that butt of yours up to your room and you think about what you did, young lady! I will not have a thief living under MY roof! Do you understand me? That whuppin' you just got will pale in comparison to what you get if you ever get mixed up with this kind of bullshit ever again! Is that clear!?"

"You march your butt right to that corner, young lady, and you stay there with your panties right where they are until I tell you you're allowed to pull them up. And if I catch you rubbing your bottom, you're getting another spanking, even harder than the one you just got! Do I make myself clear?"

"It's time for a serious reality check, young lady. Your attitude is out of control and your behavior is disgraceful. The truth of it is that you're not too old to be put over my knee for good spanking! Not as long as you're living under my roof. I think a pants-down spanking is exactly what you need and have needed for a long, long time! You need to learn who is in charge in this house and how to behave yourself like a proper young lady. Do you understand me? There's going to be a new law of land around here, so you better get used to it!"

"Consider that a warning, young lady. Keep acting like a little brat and I won't hesitate to put you across my knee and spank your butt raw until you learn how to behave. I don't care how old you are - as long as you live in this house, you will live by our rules and you will give your mother the respect she deserves. Do you understand me?"

"Do I need to take my brush out of my purse and teach you a lesson, young lady!?"

At this particular private school, after sagging grades and test scores across the board, there was understandably some concern. After much deliberation and debate, it was decided that the school would put much more emphasis on discipline - uniforms and the paddle would be making a strong comeback for the foreseeable future.

Unfortunately for Ms. Gray, this return to discipline applied to the young teaching staff, as well as to the students - with some noticeable differences. Unlike the students, who were paddled on their panties, the teachers could be paddled bare ass when it was deemed necessary. They also were subject to many more than the 3 or 6 swats doled out to the students. 

Ms. Gray made the mistake of showing up to work wildly hung over. She tried her best to hide it, but ultimately, the headmaster caught wind of the situation. After school, in one of the detention rooms, Ms. Gray lowered her panties, bent over and got her big butt paddled like a naughty little girl. Her cheeks were painted an angry, blotchy red as the headmaster showed her no mercy. Though there were no witnesses to her paddling, other members of the faculty and even some of the students overheard the whole ordeal. 

Afterward, with her bottom still bare, she graded papers and finished her work in private detention. When it was time for her to leave, Ms. Gray was warned that if she had any more alcohol-related incidents at school, she could expect a paddling twice as bad as the one she had just received, but next time she would be completely naked. 

#girlsbeingspanked #mom spanks #small town in Texas #twenties

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