Pretty early on in my life, I became aware that I liked women’s laps. I remember leaning against any female legs, hoping for that special moment that I might find myself drawn over a warm, maternal knee. Early memories were just that – not for a spanking, just for the pleasure of lying over a […]
Mrs Susan Symington Scene 3
Fortunately, Randy’s mother used spanking through tenth grade so he has been much better behaved than most.” “Oh, I see. So he’s used to being punished this way?” “Yes, he is. Susan, which makes it a lot easier around here on nights like tonight. If he didn’t have a traditional upbringing, Randy probably never would […]
Mrs Susan Symington Scene 2
Catching a little twinkle in her friend’s eye, Mrs. Symington pushed a little further into the matter. “Carolyn, do you really mean ‘exactly like Davey’?” A little smile hovered around her mouth and she looked pointedly at Randy as she asked the question sending him to the floor and making his face flame up all […]
Mrs Susan Symington Scene 1
It was just two months since Randy had arrived at the small Christian college in Tennessee and began renting an inexpensive room in the home of Mrs. Susan Symington. Since her husband had run off with an eighteen-year-old girl who worked at a local supermarket. Mrs Symington has supplemented her income as a nurse by […]
Sarahs Mother, Scene 10
Sarah knew what to expect so I decided to deal with her first so that Delia here would know what was soon coming her way. “Shut up telling him!” Delia suddenly muttered. Sarah gasped. “Right, that’s it,” Mrs Hibbard said, taking the pan of boiling water off the stove and putting it safely away. […]
Sarahs Mother, Scene 8
I hurried home. I was late for my tea, but in my house this was passed over with a mild admonition.. “Er, Mrs Hibbard asked me to go back and help her some more after I’ve done my homework,” I said. “Oh really, Archie, I don’t think you can go back there again tonight,” my […]
Miss Caulsan Scene 2
After an hour of twiddling and fiddling and impatient wiggling on the sofa, staring at those horrible canes, I glanced at the clock above the door. It was four-ten. I nearly began to weep. It was bad enough to be caned worse was the interminable waiting! Finally, I heard a slight creak from the […]