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Naughtiness can be found in many places, each with a miriad of nooks, crannies, and corners to explore. Such as ‘Vintage Fairs.’ , which I frequent often. I deal with curios, antiques and collectibles, when not spanking. I have a secret area, where people who know, ask…”er, hmmm, got anything interesting?”
I have major issues with my body. I am, even at my age with 3 kids, in pretty good shape. I was always skinny and athletic. I always had bigger than average boobs and a sexy, curvy butt. My husband adores my body and has never said anything otherwise. The problem is that I feel a deep, deep shame when it comes to my body. I think it was because my parents used nudity as punishment. Well, queue time lapse blur and here we are many, many moons later. We’ve evolved into a mutually and consensual agreement where she will give me a real domestic discipline spanking for offenses we’ve both deemed spank-able offenses. While I will get a punishment spanking on occasion (about monthly), I get taken to the “woodshed” about 3 or 4 times a year. Getting taken to the woodshed has become the name for getting THE (or one of the) worst spankings of my life. Our bedroom transforms into “the woodshed” for this type of spanking. And while she used to use just the razor strap, she then changed the protocol to be a belt spanking first (with her meanest belt), immediately followed by a razor strapping. There is no safeword during these spankings (although I imagine if I did say my safeword, she’d probably stop. BUT…that wouldn’t be a real spanking then, would it? 🤔 Besides, I agreed to be held accountable in this way and am man enough to take what she has deemed necessary by way of corporal punishment. Even if it means her reducing me to tears sometimes.) Karen listened, and the message sank in. She knew her Mummy did not do idle talk as regards discipline.
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When we arrived at Givan’s place I got settled in and decided he needed some OTK attention so I called him into the bedroom and gave him a good one. In Karen’s case Mummy simply said, “I have signed it, and returned it already. Let me say this just once Karen. If you are ever punished at school, you will be punished again at home, understood?” I called ‘one!’“One, ma’am!” I was corrected. “One, ma’am.” I repeated obediently. “Better,” Val said. All the words looked so official, having been typed by the school secretary. And signed by her teacher in ‘Quink’ blue, fountain pen ink.
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… I offer her a spanking present, which will be a mystery gift. We discuss our next steps. She leaves, happy and excited.
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For example, by the time I was a teenager the physical aspect had raised to the point where my butt was bruised and welted with every single spanking...which occurred at least twice a month. I cannot remember much time between ages 8 and 18 where my butt wasn't marked in some way.
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