I have been a member of a spanking forum for over a decade. I have not participated in any meaningful way in the last three years. The members I knew well burned out and have gone on and the new members have different views than the original group did. It is now overly populated by men that have slim chances of spanking anyone but are consumed by the prospect. Karen got out and some involuntary action told her to stand to attention. Anything good right now, might stop the severity of what was to come. My second great desire in this weird and shadowy dimension was to be spanked myself by a stern, no-nonsense older female. This was kindled in me by Aunt Pam, with the help of her friend Doreen, who lived with her. 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. In my copy's version, Fiona Tonkin is dragged to her spanking by her skirt. Her expression of resignation to the spanking just prior to being placed over her stage Mother's knee is classic! It could be the carrying under the arm in other performances may explain why a guy in 'drag' was cast as the Mother? (Even I'd consider dressing in drag for that role, & that's really saying something!) Perhaps it would have been a bit much for an older female lead to carry the naughty little imp to her fate so a male was cast? Just spaculating.

Oh Sheila, it’s beautiful,” I gasped, staring at its protruding shapeliness now uncovered except by the thin covering of her pale, wispy hairs. Yes, I couldn’t call him Brian while out in town dressed like that, could I?” my Aunty said. “Turn around Bryony, and show Joan how nice you look in your girly clothes.”All the words looked so official, having been typed by the school secretary. And signed by her teacher in ‘Quink’ blue, fountain pen ink. I had a look @ pictures of Nadia Nerida. She is very pretty & would have made a wonderful spankee. I remember watching a documentary series on English male ballet dancers. As they drove up to the school @ which he learned his trade, he pointed out "Spanker's Wood". He went on to explain, "And it's called that for good reason!" There must be some fun tales re the spanked tales of some of England's finest young ballerinas there to be found!

No, no, please don’t do that,” I begged, tears now streaming down my face. “Please Aunty, don’t tell my Mother. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” was all I could manage to stammer.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. 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?” Bryony, come in here please. Joan wants to see how nice you look, ”my Aunt called out to me. My face had redden at hearing this, but after the spanking I had just had, I felt that I had better do as she asked. Joan and my Aunty were seated together on one of the settees in the room and I went in and stood in front of them. Wash them carefully using that toilet soap so they smell nice and fresh, remember not to wring them just squeeze the water out after you have rinsed all the soap away with clean cold water. Then they can be hung outside on the line to drip dry,” my Aunty told me, “and be sure to pay special attention to the gussets and make sure they are properly clean.”

This is a story version of one of the true real life spankings as told to me by a delightful lady who went to a Girls Grammer School and was kept in line at home by a slipper wielding mother, who used it on her daughters bare bottom… Often!I tried to get out my apologies, but I had been caught red-handed and could do nothing except to stammeringly repeat several times that I was sorry. My face was red with embarrassment and even at fifteen years old I was nearly in tears. It is interesting later when Lise is contemplating her future as a Mother herself that she simulates her thoughts by pretending to spank an imaginary child. That may explain why the spanking was added to this ballet, that going from being the spanked to the spankee signifies the transition from being a girl to womanhood that this ballet portrays. Just some of my thoughts. The most common comment these men make on a picture of a woman being spanked, it that they would make her bottom much redder. The second place comment is that her panties need to come down for the spanking to be effective. Both comments stem from viewing spankings as a punishment. OBB readers well know that we don’t spank for any reason other than it turns us on. So when any element of punishment is introduced we may not be interested.

Murmurs and a few stifled giggles ran around the room. Every girl knew what that meant. So too did the teachers. 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. When she went to catch the bus now, it was wiggle of a young woman. Even the man with the bowler hat who sat in the same seat every day started to smile, and greet her with a tipping of the hat. She had no idea that he began to see her differently, she just assumed it was cordial familiarity with a regular person he saw on the bus. When I got home from school that day, my mother questioned me about the matter and it did not take long for her to obtain a confession to, in her opinion, a misdemeanour worthy of ‘six of the very best!’One night John takes his girlfriend home. Whilst they are kissing each other goodnight at the front door they both start to feel really aroused. With an air of confidence, he leans with his hand against the wall, 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. My mother was a schoolmistress in a small village primary school in Scotland in the 1950s, when the tawse was considered a piece of equipment essential in the maintenance of classroom discipline. It was not surprising, therefore, that she was an enthusiastic practitioner of corporal punishment not only in school, but also in the home. 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. I was actually Jewish, so Pam was not a blood aunt, but an ‘auntie’ – a friend of the family. When I turned 13 – the age of confirmation and ‘manhood’ in both Judaism and Christianity – her attitude towards me became a little less playful and rather more stern.