Tales of punished female bottoms
Perhaps being a bit less lippy would have done her some good. An apology for your error wouldn’t go amiss.
Doubling down on it, on the other hand, may be more problematic. As for who cares, well, he cares. He didn’t raise you to be like this.
So price is being paid. Here and now. His belt. Her bare bottom. Too late for regrets now.
She made her bed. Now she needs to take the whipping that comes with it.
It might not be her fault that she didn’t understand the maths, but when she doesn’t even try, then something must be done.
So some extra counting practice (1 to 6 would seem to be in order) has been arranged.
Someone is having fun, surely, with this set of ceramic models.
One could almost believe that a Headmaster, his cane raised, is punishing a naughty schoolgirl.
Almost.
Like so many, she had joined the gym in a fit of new year’s panic, do something, make herself better.
And she had wanted to do well.
Her trainer, she was told, had unusual methods of seeing she met her goals.
And now she wanted to stop. But then her goals wouldn’t be met.
And so, a bit of additional motivation was applied to her poor little rear end.
“He’s a strapping good man”, they had said.
And the warm glow spreading across her bottom told her how true that was.
How far can you push your man before he takes a well-deserved revenge, and deals your mischievous little bottom a sound spanking, turning you over his knee and apply a series of crisp smacks to your upturned bottom?
A pattern of being late brings Sarah into the Principal’s office for a discussion about her timekeeping, the importance of not missing parts of your school day, and the need to take responsibility when for your attendance.
These points are swiftly re-inforced as she bends over the desk for a brisk encounter with his paddle.
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