It's a reminder that it's okay to make mistakes, as long as we learn from them and strive to do better. In short, my teachers, classmates, neighbors and the kids I babysat never would have thought of me as having my bottom routinely bared for disciplinary purposes, crying like a little girl as I rubbed my sore red bottom. I escaped a spanking that day only because my brother confessed it was he who had broken a window while we were playing catch outside. During the school year he was in dress clothes until he got ready for bed, and I didn't have a stitch of clothing on at all after he stripped me naked.

On those rare occasions that we did get paddled, the type of paddle our parents used was one that had a wide, thin, rectangular striking surface that landed with what sounded like a meaty slap that was very localized and left a very sharp sting. I turned 11 in April and was in the 5th grade and I got spanked that summer, before I started middle school.com and see if someone would do the spanking you crave without the actual sex and come home and finish the job yourself.

While I dreaded getting spanked by my dad and would have a knot in my stomach after being told to walk with him down to the basement, I also experienced a flutter of excitement mixed up with it, because I’d definitely feel a level of arousal during and after the spanking. Larson glanced at her assignment book and announced to the class, "Everyone open up your texts to page 135 and read chapter six, I have to go to the office for a few minutes, but I shouldn't be too long! For example, whenever I hear about a young girl getting spanked bare bottom, my vagina clenches reflexively and I feel the need to masturbate.Larson has one of the smoothest and plumpest vulvas you'll ever see, now if we can get started, 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 would take us awhile to be able to sit down without feeling a throbbing sensation, and we had to situate our bottoms in whatever we were sitting on or in kind of gingerly until it diminished. My dad especially looked like one of those stern fathers from a 1950’s sitcom-he always wore a long sleeve shirt, wingtips, trousers, and a tie.

I think the haircut was a great shock to you at that age and you went from cool dude to naughty crying baby in a flash. Trying to avoid eye contact with anyone, I nonetheless could hear the boys snickering in front of me, as well as voices from behind me, guests who were naturally curious after Matt had received his spanking.In my case, bystanders were congratulating my dad for teaching his hippy son a lesson not soon to be forgot. In this collection of four stories, four women of different ages are given long overdue, fully deserved, and firmly delivered bare-bottom corrections.