overherknee1: Yes, I’m sorry I’ve been masturbating. I deserve a sound spanking. Peter&r
overherknee1: Yes, I’m sorry I’ve been masturbating. I deserve a sound spanking. Peter’s Landlady, from their many conversations,learned a lot more about him than he realized.For one thing she knew he was raised up in a strict religious household that was centered around the strong women in his life [Mother, Grandmother, Aunts….]She also knew that he was the kind of boy that needed constant monitoring and mentoring. She decided that she would fulfill that lacuna in his life.Peter would become her virtual son that would be made to *Toe The Line*And if he didn’t and wasn’t absolutely obedient, she had no compunction in lowering his pants and shorts, putting him across her ample lap or knee and giving him the spanking he earned, needed and deserved.Peter was taken back to *naughty little boy land* on numerable occasions [more times than he’d care to count. For although he *needed this* he also did his best to avoid her rather severe corrections. His landlady didn’t give *token* spankings, They were honest corrective punishments and were meant to correct and be avoided.It could be honestly said, Peter never provoked her to earn a trip across her knee, to satisfy a prurient *Urge*. She demanded total honesty. And if she ever caught him in a a prevarication or even a half truth, sitting down would be made out of the question for a long, Long time.Peter learned from the onset, that he could only offer a minimal amount of resistance when she felt a spanking was called for. to do otherwise would get him forcibly prepare and secured across her knee. On those occasions, his screams and pleadings could be heard throughout the house and beyond its confines to the street. Peter was kept on a very short leash. And limits were made clear. All and all he knew this is just what he needed and longed for - even though his *options* were limited. -- source link