Archive for ‘Other Punishments’

June 23rd, 2018

My Day as a 1950’s English Schoolgirl

A woman satisfies her longing to be disciplined for misconduct at school, many years before.

The second of May was a big day for me, on which I embarked with rather mingled feelings. I had arrived in town late in the evening of 30th April, not without having experienced a few surprises on the way, such as having a slightly exasperated bus driver inform me that most of the coins I still had in my purse from my last visit to the country several years ago were now useless. Fortunately, the notes I had obtained through a friend of my partner’s, who works at a bank, were all brand new, so no worries there.

The hotel I had booked at the recommendation of the gentleman with whom I had arranged for a role-play session was easily the nicest place I have ever stayed at. It had a truly unique atmosphere to it, and I instantly felt at home.

May Day, I had kept clear for crashing after the flight and, amazingly enough, the sun was shining throughout the day, allowing for long walks around town and through the pastures of its outskirts, which were full of life with a great many new-born lambs hobbling about, bleating at the top of their tiny treble voices. Whenever I felt my heart sink as my thoughts strayed to the event planned for the next day, I said to myself that even if the whole project was to end in a tragedy, I would always have a very fond memory of this wonderful day out in the sun, of the immensely green spring meadows, and of the sight and sound of those heart-warming little lambs.
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June 16th, 2018

A girl and her unofficial stepfather sort things out

I was fourteen goin on twenty, and I had already been in trouble a bunch of times. This time I came real close to being arrested, but the sheriff knew my mom, and he brought me back home. It was a bit more serious this time. There was property damage. I wasn’t the one who did it, but I was there with the ones who were responsible, and if it went to court, I might have to share the blame along with the others. I had already been told to stay away from that bunch. Mom said they were nothing but trouble, and she was at her wits end with me.

My dad had taken off and left mom a few years ago. Her and Mr Ned had only been seein each other for a short while since she finally got a divorce. She really liked it when he would come over to see us. Mr Ned was a bit scary till you got to know him. He was a big rough lookin outdoorsy kinda guy, nothing like my dad. I guessed him to be about fifty. He was a bit older than mom, and he seemed nice most of the time, at least he did unless you got on his bad side. His own kids were grown up, and had moved away. One went to Alabama, and the other was out west somewhere in Colorado.  I heard mom say that he was really strict with them. She said they all turned out just fine though.
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May 12th, 2018

Adult Spanking Event in USA

This is a true story about role play conducted in real life.

I was a Texas public school student in the 1960s and early 1970s. The paddle was very much in use, always over clothes. I was paddled a few times in the early grades and witnessed others paddled. Boys were paddled much more often, but occasionally girls would feel the board too. After entering High School, the only ones who paddled were an Assistant Principal and coaches. In grades 1-8, teachers would sometime paddle students in their classrooms, in front of the rest of the class. I am not sure if it were a written rule or not, but 3 swats (licks) were the maximum.

This story is not about my school experiences. It is about adults role playing actual corporal punishment. I am a spanking enthusiast and I attend spanking parties as a ‘Top’. For the last few years, I have run an event called ‘The Principal’s Office’ at one of the national spanking parties. A female friend, who is also a Top, co-hosts the event with me. She will discipline males and females. I only discipline females. We have a female ‘Bottom’ who acts as our secretary. She is quite good at keeping the students in line and informs us if they have been a problem.
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April 9th, 2018

Alabama home spankings

I lived in a small town in Alabama. I was 11 in 1971 in the 5th grade and 2nd of five children. I had loving parents who expected myself and my 4 brothers and sisters to behave, be respectful, obey the rules, and stay within our boundaries. As long as we did that, we all had a great childhood. When you didn’t, spanking was the main punishment, sometimes followed by grounding, extra chores etc.

My dad was an industrial engineer. He was away frequently on job sites, sometimes for the whole week. He was away this particular week. My mom was the main disciplinarian in the house. All spankings were given on your bare bottom, frequently in the kitchen or living room. The level of the spanking depended on the infraction. The wooden spoon was the main implement used and she had a variety of them.

I attended a rather strict Baptist private school. They had a lot of rules and, yes, they did spank and paddle, amongst other punishments. For example, if you crossed the red line in the middle of the hallway instead of going down the stairs and back up the other side, that was an after-school detention. Higher level infractions resulted in the smaller kids getting spanked by the teacher and the older kids reported to the principal, and sometimes paddled there.
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March 23rd, 2018

Last three months at the general store

So, I had 3 months left at the general store, and further punishments were given. As the time for me to leave came closer, the owners offered me a contract for 3 years till I was 21. But there was a clause that I had to take punishments. They offered me a good package, and I agreed to it and took my punishment as well.

One day I really screwed up and had a severe punishment in front of customers. I messed up their order. I was taken to the office and made to strip to be given 12 strokes of the belt. The man and woman were asked if they like to administer the punishment. The lady declined, but the man said he would and he did.

As I stood there in just my T-shirt and tangas, I was told to bend over the desk. My T-shirt was pulled up and tangas pulled down, so everything was on view for the world to see. I thought my past punishments were bad but nothing compared to this. I was beaten so hard and got more than 12 strokes. When he’d finished I couldn’t stand up nor move. I had to be helped up stairs where I stayed the night. I was in pain for a week and the bruising lasted for over a week. 
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March 4th, 2018

A girl strapped by her father

Back in around 1999, I was 22 years old. I was dating a girl, Amanda, who was 19 years old.  One Sunday afternoon, we were going to go to dinner with her older sister, Lisa, and her husband, Mike. We lived in a very small town with almost nowhere nice to eat, so we decided to travel about 30 miles to the next larger town. We had a nice dinner and it was still really early, about 6:30 or 7:00pm, so we decided to stop by Lisa and Amanda’s father’s place to visit him and their half sisters for a while. Their dad, Randy Mitchell, was a single parent raising the other 2 half sisters on his own.

One sister was about 11 years old. I don’t recall her name. Rhiannon was the other sister. She was around 15 years old. They lived in a run down mobile home park on the south side of town. When we got there, the girls were both outside hanging out with their friends down the street.

We went in and chatted with Amanda and Lisa’s father for quite a while. Our conversation was abruptly interrupted by the loud knocking on the front screen door by two teenage girls. Randy jumped up and answered the door.
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February 28th, 2018

Visiting a disciplinarian for the cane

Reading a story on ‘over the desk’ gave me the final push I needed to visit a dominatrix and experience corporal punishment for myself. Please don’t ask why. I have asked myself the same question a million times.

I made the booking and went last week. I did not write straight away as I thought it right to calm myself down and try to take a reasoned view.

I wanted more than anything to experience a caning. I could hardly get the words out when I rang. I was asked a lot of questions; I could hardly speak sometimes. I agreed to confidentiality and decided on no photos, just in case anybody ever found them. No photos equals no risk.

I was in a complete dither on the day. My eldest asked at breakfast if I was ok and he never notices anything except his breakfast.

I decided on normal clothes like I was just going shopping. Then half an hour after the kids left for school I left for the tube. I was shaking when I got there and rang the bell. I met my dominatrix who was pleasant, just like on the phone, and I guess she could tell I was very nervous.

We did a little transaction; I didn’t mind at all. She suggested a cup of tea and a chat to calm me down, but I thought it was probably best to get on with it. I did ask to see the cane and she showed me it, then we went through to another room with straps and canes and a punishment horse. When we had talked on the phone she had told me that it would be best to have a spanking first to warm me up and it would help to take the caning. I undressed as she said and went over her knee and she spanked me with her hand for a while until my bottom was warmed up. The spanks were not particularly hard, as I remember. Then she told me to get up, which I did, and told me to stand near the horse. She picked up the cane I had been looking at and told me that I had requested a ‘six of the best’ and if I moved or stood up I would get the stroke again, but if it was too much to use a safeword (just ‘stop’) and the caning would end. However, I was absolutely determined to go through with it despite my nerves so I took my knickers off and  bent over the horse.
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February 1st, 2018

A Texas spanking with a belt

I was raised in Texas with three siblings: a sister two years my junior, and brothers two years my senior and three years my junior respectively. So, at the time of this incident, my oldest brother was 16, I was 14, my sister 12, and my younger brother 11. We were raised in a very loving household with fairly lax rules, but our parents were pretty traditional, and pretty consistent, in enforcing those rules. For small offenses we might get a warning or a time out, or on rare occasions a grounding, but for anything major or anything repeated, it was a spanking. If it was from Dad, it was with his belt. If it was from Mom, it was her wooden spoon that she kept atop the fridge.

Dad was a trucker, and traveled a lot. For my brothers, if they misbehaved while he was away, my mother usually did the ‘wait till your dad comes home’ approach, though she did occasionally go after them with her spoon. On rare occasions Dad would follow up a second time when he got home. For the girls, she usually dealt with it immediately, unless it was something major. This led to a de facto double standard: the boys got most of their spankings from dad, with a belt. The girls got spanked with the belt more often than not if dad was at home, but since he mostly wasn’t home, we mostly got it with the spoon.
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January 12th, 2018

General Store Memory

I was doing a youth training scheme at the time in a small general store with this couple in their late 50s who owned it. They were really strict with me as they told my scheme manager they would be.

I was not 18 yet, so I was still classed as a youth and I’d still be punished as if was at school or home. With this in mind, I behaved and did as I was told for a few months, but then I started making mistakes. Then I got my first punishment from them after they give me 3 chances to improve my work rate.

They took me in the office and gave me a stern talking to before telling me I would receive my first punishment. It would be the belt across my underwear and I would get it once the shop had closed.

5pm came and the shop was shut. I headed to the office for my punishment. I was told to remove my shoes and jeans and bend over the desk to receive 8 strokes of the belt. I took the first 3 well but the last few I struggled with as they used full force across my tanga pants.

A few months later, I again received punishment. This time it was the cane on my bare bottom for being cheeky to a customer.
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January 7th, 2018

A boy’s severe leathering at home

This is an account of a severe leathering I got off mum and nan. I was about 11. It was the summer holidays so mum was off on holiday too. I had been acting up all day. I’d had a good spanking over mum’s knee before lunch for cheek, then another one in the afternoon for the same. Then just before tea I got a leathering on the bare backside with mum’s strap and sent to bed. My bottom was tender and sore, I can tell you, but I was still feeling like doing everything mum told me not to.

There was a house being renovated up the street and an older girl called lynn was outside. I was leaning out my bedroom window.

“You coming out, Garry?” She said.

“No, I’ve been sent to bed,” I said.

“So are you scared to come out?”

“No,” I said.

“Come on then,” she teased me.

“Right,” I said. I would regret it.

I sneaked downstairs. I could hear mum in the kitchen. She was having a cigarette, and she heard me.

“Where are you going, lad?” She shouted.

“Out!” I shouted, and opened the front door, running out in my pyjamas and slippers.

She tried to catch me. “In, lad,” she shouted.

“No!” I shouted back and ran up the street to the older girl.
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