squaremarguerite:Si vous ne le dites à personne, Pierre, cela restera entre nous ! Mommy got
squaremarguerite:Si vous ne le dites à personne, Pierre, cela restera entre nous ! Mommy got a call from my teacher, Mrs. Anderson, who told her that I wasn’t focused on my studies. My grades were slipping and I wasn’t paying attention during class. Mommy asked Mrs. Anderson what she suggested as a remedy and she strongly recommended regular spankings, at least weekly. When Mrs. Anderson visited with Mommy and me during a home visit before the school year started, Mrs. Anderson and Mommy talked about punishment and Mommy said she spanked me. Mrs. Anderson said some Mothers say that but all they do is give a swat and call it a spanking. Mommy laughed and told Mrs. Anderson that, in her house, a spanking is a bare-bottom, over-the-knee, hard spanking. Mrs. Anderson said “oh really. I haven’t seen one of those in a long time.” “Come here, son, Mrs. Anderson needs to be assured that when you need to be punished, you will be properly spanked.”Mommy positioned herself in a straight-backed chair. I went to her right side and Mommy began to scold me and pulled down my pants and underwear. Then said those feared/desired words. “Get across my lap. You are getting a spanking, young man.” She spanked hard and fast like I’d been very naughty. She even locked down my legs and spanked and spanked and spanked. I was soon in tears and my bottom turned very red and very hot. When Mommy finally stopped, she released my leg but kept me over her lap, gently rubbing my bottom.“Well, Mrs. Anderson, does this qualify as a spanking?”Yes, it certainly does. I’ll let you know if I think he needs one. -- source link