The Stepping StoolI’m often spanked, bare-bottomed, hard, with the hairbrush. It’s
The Stepping StoolI’m often spanked, bare-bottomed, hard, with the hairbrush. It’s not exactly fun but I know I need it – and thinking back on it always ‘lights my’ fire afterward! These spankings are for all sorts of things – even just attitude!Then there are the far-too-frequent times that I’ve really done something wrong – missed class, maybe or – worst-case scenario – been disrespectful to my mom (and confessed it, of course!) or Mrs. Taylor, my lover-mentor-disciplinarian. After her hand, the brush, and a lot of the slipper – leaving me blazing and sometimes blistered – then out comes the step-stool and the strap. And as far as she’s concerned, I haven’t been punished yet! She lays into my bottom as if it was as white as when I arrived!I grip the seat and she grips my hair, saying, “You’ll feel this!” - as if there was some question about it – and swings hard! “How’s that?” she’ll ask, “Getting the idea?” What I say doesn’t seem to affect what she’s doing back there – I just sort of whine and beg and apologize in a really general way…Sometimes my tattoos set her off (I wish I’d worn long sleeves!) and I can hear the growl in her voice – and feel the ‘whip’ in her stripes – as she tells me “You should have more respect for yourself! If you don’t, why would anybody else?” and “Maybe this will make you think about your future for once!” (I’m making her sound really mean, but these are the same words that get me off with a hand between my legs!)Afterward I’m penetrated – supposedly because it’s ‘convenient’. Most often it’s a reward for ‘taking my punishment well’ (thought I’m not given a choice!) and because, as she says, “I know you want to be a good girl.”Oh and sometimes… well, it’s not a reward… -- source link