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

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By the time Stacy was in her teens, she was always well-behaved in public. Even at home, when friends or visitors were around, she was an absolute angel. This didn’t mean she was really that good -- just that she’d figured out not to get in trouble when others were there to see her punished. I got to my feet and practically jumped to the corner. The temptation to rub my bruised flesh was almost irresistible, but I managed to keep my hands clenched tightly at my sides. As always in such situations, Stacy initially felt the shame most of all and thought it was the worst, but as the spanking went on and on, the pain soon became her main focus. By the end she was howling and sobbing and begging like a three-year-old. Does he have his diapers on yet?" Mom asked. Pam shook her head. "Well that's good," she said. "I know I didn't say it, but I don't want you changing him, at least not yet. And he is not to be changing himself either," she said, looking me in the eye. "Understood?" Neither of us knew which of us she was speaking to, so we both nodded. Very nice,” a strange female voice said. “I recommend, however, in future you have your husband lose the robe while standing in the corner. Much of punishment has to do with attitude and atmosphere. When a bad boy is waiting for his spanking in the nude, it is more difficult for him to imagine anything but punishment will occur. The humiliation of being stripped with his naughty, bare bottom ready and on display helps establish the proper mental attitude well before the actual spanking even begins.”

Carly's jeans tightened, baking heat into her swollen butt. "I deserve it," she said. Her legs and bum burning through her jeans, she buttoned them tight. This evening," she said. "Looks like YOU gave her the idea yourself. Nice goin! Not that *I* have anything to worry about." Swift rattan sliced into her tender thighs, eviscerating her confident preparation. She cried out as white hot pain agonized her skin, wriggling her hips.

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Marrianne was scraping the remnants of a good breakfast off the plates and into our garbage container when she made that comment. The tomato, bacon and cheese omelet I made for us turned into a cold lump in my stomach.

But Sheila was in no mood for protests. Without a word she grabbed my arm, undid my belt and took down my trousers and boxers. She lifted my t-shirt over my head and then hauled me across her lap. Before I knew it I was receiving a very sound spanking on my bare bottom. You showed me Miss Roberts' business card. The card you waved at me, she ceased using over a year ago, when you were seventeen." I stood in the corner for the next twenty minutes, although it seemed much longer, alternately quaking in apprehension and fighting down arousal. This scene came directly from my fantasy life. I was afraid reality would be more intense than fantasy, and I did not want to display the depth of my arousal by sporting a raging member to my wife when she (or Doris) told me to turn around. Somehow, I was certain they would not be in the least bit amused by such a display. I saw Marrianne’s lips compress, the way they do when she is irritated. Then she said, “There is no reason to put it off any longer, John. You said yourself you needed this form of discipline, and I agree with you. I’ve committed considerable time and effort in arranging this with Doris, and I’m confident she can do the job. Now why don’t you go take a shower, put on just your robe, then come to my sewing room. I want to complete the baby blanket I’ve been crocheting in time for Barbara’s baby shower.Honey, can we talk about this? I’m willing to meet this Doris person, and even consider taking a spanking, but this has come on pretty suddenly. I think we should think it over and discuss it first.” Carly, please trust me. Growing up, my friends got caned." She maintained her momentum. "You've intended to visit Miss Roberts for years, haven't you?"

Don’t worry," her father said. "You’ll be getting another spanking on Monday. You’ve committed too many crimes to just get off with one spanking." 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. When she finally heard one of her boy cousin’s gasp she opened her eyes and realized she was standing right in front of him dancing lewdly and showing him her neatly trimmed front. He was about 12 and had never seen a naked woman up close, so his education took a big leap that day.She’s coming here? Tonight?” I blurted, taken by surprise at the pace this was developing. “I’ve never even met this person, and you are going to let her spank me? Shouldn’t we discuss this first? Give me a chance to get used to the idea? I mean, a complete stranger…” Then I went home. I didn't tell my parents. I have never done it. What could they do about it ? They certainly couldn't have erased from anyone's brain the sight of my bottoms. I acted as if nothing happened, but inside I was literally broken. I barely slept that night. I was hoping that everybody would have forgotten my punishment the next day. How wrong was I. 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. So,” said Sheila, “you didn’t ask for any help, so what have you organised to wear to Lucy’s party this afternoon?” I told her of course I did, and she said, "Good. Well, I was thinking about the girls. They look up to you, and it is good for them to have good role models. But you don't really have any rules to follow, and they need to see you have some guidelines to follow, don't you agree?"