Regression, Humiliation and Spankings: 9 Short Stories To Make Your Cheeks Blush

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Poor Tina had it a lot worse than me. I was used to wet diapers; she was not. She looked as though she found it quite uncomfortable (although it had to be better than waking up in a wet bed!) Her diapers also seemed to expand a bit more than mine did when wet, and she had to walk with a pronounced "diaper waddle". The only part that might have been better for her was the fact that her diaper had a cloth cover and mine didn't, so she didn't make a "crinkle" noise when she walked. Of course, I COULD have bought cloth cover adult diapers, but honestly I detested them. Carly shivered. She'd imagined her warm welcome accompanied by an extreme thrashing. Proud of her flawless apology, Miss Roberts would still condemn her to a severe sentence. Her memorable initial visit had hurt far worse than she'd expected. However, her stunning relief and soaring self-respect had beaten her every dream. Oh, don’t worry, dear, I’m not going to spank you, and I only discussed it with Evelyn. She won’t mention it to anyone. At any rate, she has a friend who knew someone who knew someone who happened to have experience in providing just this type of discipline.” Oh good, I thought, Evelyn has gotten her two cents in as well. “I’m not that bad,” I protested. “Just a little thoughtless now and then, I suppose.” Swift rattan sliced into her tender thighs, eviscerating her confident preparation. She cried out as white hot pain agonized her skin, wriggling her hips.

Jacob grabbed her chin and turned her face so she couldn’t avert his gaze. “Eyes on me, young lady. Start again.” And then for your legs I've got you a pair of white tights, so you’ll look just like a little bunny. Isn’t that fun?” Evelyn is Marrianne’s younger sister, and apparently she broadcast the news over her extensive network of friends to find a girl or woman who was into spanking male bottoms. By now, I expect half the town is aware of my secret proclivity. Marrianne referred to this Doris as a “young lady”. I wondered just how young she might be. Is she pretty? What will she be wearing? I hoped she is not into corsets and knee-high boots. Some men are into that sort of thing, but in my fantasies, I’ve always preferred the stern aunt, mother, or loving wife to the professional dominatrix.

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I don't have to speak to you," Carly said, noticing the beautiful Indian lawyer waiting outside her college gates. Yesterday she hadn't liked her. Nothing had changed. They grew in intensity with each slow step until they paused behind her. Sara’s breath caught as she felt Jacob’s hands wrap around her torso. His rough fingers grasped the waistline of her jeans and turned her around to face him.

You will look at me when you speak to me, little girl.” He increased the tempo and the harshness of each swat.

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Eventually, after what seemed like forever, the party came to an end. The Mums gathered up their little girls and ushered them out. Sheila made me give each one a kiss as they left. Very good, young man,” she responded, seemingly oblivious to the incongruity of a woman almost 20 years my junior calling me young man. “Hopefully, you will not make the same mistakes when I come for your next session a week from today at this same time.” So that's finally what I needed to tell. I'm sorry for the length of my text... I think I needed to be meticulous. It wasn't easy to write. I'd like to know if someone could understand and explain to me why I feel and act this way. Five or six weeks later, Marrianne announced over dinner, “I’ve been thinking about what you said about spanking providing you with a little direction and discipline. I’m not at all interested in spanking you, but you do need discipline. You’ve a number of irritating habits, and you’ve been getting lazy around the house, expecting me to do all the routine tasks required to keep and maintain our home.”

When a distant dad and his rebellious teenage daughter are trapped at home by a pandemic, he has to learn how to discipline. Horror Writing | Screenplay Writing | How To Write | Write Books | Read Write | Writing Tips | Writing Tools | Writing Community Of course, there were always little things out of her control. Not the behavior -- that was her own fault -- but the timing of getting caught. Like once, when she 14 and had neglected her chores, her mother discovered the problem while Stacy’s friend, Veronica, was there. Stacy was horribly embarrassed to have to take down her jeans and panties and get a long hard hairbrush spanking over her mom’s lap while her friend saw everything. Umm my trauma has some similarities with yours, and I do the same thing too. I have never been in a relationship and never even really been on a date with a guy.The people I sleep with are random men I meet online. I tell them to do whatever they want with me, and even when I want to stop I tell them to keep going. I make them hurt me and use me however they please. I can't really explain it but as much as I want it to end, as much as I want to stop doing this to myself, I just can't. It's like there is something that just keeps pushing me to do it. I recently told my psychiatrist, actually three days ago I did, and she explained to me that it was a form of self-harm/ punishment. She said I was punishing myself and I felt like I deserved it, even though I didn't consciously realize it. I was blaming myself for what had happened in my past, and was a recreating it because I felt that it was what I deserved. I don't really understand it to be honest.

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Want to what? Wet the bed?? Eww - of course not! Who would want to wet the bed?" she asked. Her eyes widened a bit and her mouth dropped open as I blushed, realizing what I had just said. "Do y . . . " I protested about having to strip naked, especially as her bedroom door was open so Lucy would see everything if she happened to walk past. Anya admired the gutsy girl. She understood her. "Be brave. Take your thrashing with grace. I hope it hurts like hell." Here's another listing of spanky goodies, so do make your way to the LSF to read your favourite spanking stories... not just the recently loaded ones, as there are over 27,000 others too! I wonder how long it would take to read every single one of them ... Miss Roberts' fingers invaded her waistband, humiliating her as her disciplinarian whisked her panties to her ankles. Her bare bottom on display, she felt her eighteen years slip away.