Spanking Shorts: Spanked on my Knickers

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Doreen seemed only too delighted to assist. “What do you want me to do?” she asked. “We’ll let’s see how co-operative he becomes,” Aunt Pam replied, “we’ll start with the cane.”

In the ‘special interest box’ discreetly placed in a safe corner are a few various ones, in the middle are half a dozen Janus, and Kane magazines.I’m going to give you a taster of each of my little helpers – three with the cane, three with the slipper and three with the board.”“You can’t make me!” I protested, but with that she called Doreen into the room.

We enter the cafe, “ooops, I forgot to mention to the waitresses that I would not need my red spanking cushion today.” Seeing a girl’s pants was unheard of in everyday life, so for it to be sanctioned, legally, was almost akin to waiting for execution where you were not only punished, but legally invaded and destroyed, like in an act of war. It was both somehow thrilling and terrifying. The adults who mostly protected you could also punish you. This kindled in me my first great ‘love’ in the murky world of shadows – the desire to see a pretty girl spanked.

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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 was apprehensive at opening the door dressed as I was in my girly attire but as I had been out around town I thought it best to as I had been asked. I only opened the front door part way to see that it was indeed Joan who was calling to see my Aunty. I hear nervous breathing. I have the hook baited, I know it is dangling tantalisingly in her mind. People say I have a nice, soothing, calm voice. I turned to face my Aunty and bent to take the hem at the front of my skirt and gathering it in my hands started to slide it upwards along my thighs. No” my Aunty said sternly. “Turn around slowly, so that Joan can have a proper look at you. You have nothing to be ashamed of, you look very nice in that outfit.”

I know that is a bare faced lie, your punishment has increased AGAIN!!” Think carefully, if I have to prove it is a lie, I will cane you before the whole school, you will receive twelve strokes on the bare, in the theatre. I ask you again…was it you young lady?” Oh Sheila, it’s beautiful,” I gasped, staring at its protruding shapeliness now uncovered except by the thin covering of her pale, wispy hairs. Shona and I remained friends and she never told any of the other kids about my punishment – or what was worn under my kilt on Sundays. 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. I get my manhood in my hand, and stroke as I listen. I hear the rustle of paper, the removal of some clothing, and little words….and then…The door handle slipped in her sweaty palm, the door made a noise far too loud. Mummy sounded so joyous as she shouted, “Hello dear, had a good day? Come and give Mummy a hug, I need one today.” Lying in bed, before I went to sleep I could faintly hear Sheila and my Aunt talking in the next bedroom through the thin wall. Sheila was saying that she had not had sex because of it being her time of the month but that Amy had had sex with two boys. Sheila was saying she did not want to lose her virginity to just anybody, she wanted it to be with someone she knew and trusted. We then acted the role out in personal role play, and it was wonderful. There was only Kate and I, so no more photos, but….more visits to come! That evening, mum sat me down at the kitchen table and I had to write a letter of apology to Shona, to include a full description of the leathering I had received as a ‘reward’ for my misconduct. The task completed to mum’s satisfaction, I was then sent to bed early. I was not looking forward to tomorrow!