Since: Jan 12

Norwich, UK

#1 Feb 8, 2012
My mother stopped punishing me properly when I was about 12,although she occasionally gave my bottom a couple of sharp smacks when my usual faults surfaced.She knows my husband disciplines me and approves being aware of my faults.
My mother's sister and her daughter,a 13 year old, where staying with her.My husband suggested I should be responsible enough to supervise her when they left her when going out.
Just popping out to the shop I stopped off for a coffee and lost all track.By the time I got back mother and aunt had returned to find dinner not on and my cousin watching something unsuitable on the net having clearly helped herself in the drinks cabinet.
Mother was furious and felt that I was as irresponsible as ever;it would be a valuable lesson to my cousin to learn that such behaviour would be punished irrespective of age.
I had believed that responsibility for my bottom had passed to my husband but mother made it clear that if I did not submit she would ask him to be most severe with me when he collected me later.I knew that this would inevitably mean the dreaded corset so had little choice but to agree as my poor rump was for it anyway.
Pushing me into the living room she smacked my bottom a few times through the tight dress I was wearing.Ordering me to remove it I hesitated as my aunt sat there to instruct my cousin.I was aghast at the prospect of displaying my mature body to a mere girl who had hardly started to develop and would doubtless be fascinated and curious.
Unzipping me mother said it would be worse for me if she and aunt had to take my dress off for me.
So blushing furiously I stood there in my thongs and stockings with my boobs bulging out of the top of the bustier I was wearing.
'You won't need these' said mum as she snapped the waist band of my thongs and threw them aside. I gave an involuntary 'Oooh'as the material pulled against my private bit.
My cousins eyes were almost popping as she studied my lady bit[I bet hers hadn't even got hairy] and rounded bottom.
Over the knee I went as mum soon started to make my full cheeks turn redder than my face.She was systematic letting each buttock finish it's wobble before the next stroke.I tried not to kick my stockinged legs so as not to expose my puss more than necessary but as the spanking proceeded I had no choice.Mother lectured me as aunt instructed her daughter to see what happened to naughty bottoms.
As I struggled my breasts escaped their confinement heightening my embarrassment. I doubt my cousin had ever seen a developed pair in the flesh,which made it worse.
Any shred of modesty was gone when I was ordered to get off her lap and touch toes for a taste of the belt. My spanked cheeks in the air with my lady bit in full view and boobs swinging at every stroke.
I was still doing wall time when my husband arrived.My cousin was anticipating her own chastisement and no doubt compensated by what she had witnessed.
Cold as it was he made me go to the car as I was and face further punishment at home. I didn't even have the consolation of seeing my bratty cousin dealt with which was unfair in my opinion.My husband made me stand outside when we got home so I could reflect not only on events but on how he would warm my freezing buttocks for me.
Jim

Berwyn, IL

#2 Feb 8, 2012
MrsNessa wrote:
My mother stopped punishing me properly when I was about 12,although she occasionally gave my bottom a couple of sharp smacks when my usual faults surfaced.She knows my husband disciplines me and approves being aware of my faults.
My mother's sister and her daughter,a 13 year old, where staying with her.My husband suggested I should be responsible enough to supervise her when they left her when going out.
Just popping out to the shop I stopped off for a coffee and lost all track.By the time I got back mother and aunt had returned to find dinner not on and my cousin watching something unsuitable on the net having clearly helped herself in the drinks cabinet.
Mother was furious and felt that I was as irresponsible as ever;it would be a valuable lesson to my cousin to learn that such behaviour would be punished irrespective of age.
I had believed that responsibility for my bottom had passed to my husband but mother made it clear that if I did not submit she would ask him to be most severe with me when he collected me later.I knew that this would inevitably mean the dreaded corset so had little choice but to agree as my poor rump was for it anyway.
Pushing me into the living room she smacked my bottom a few times through the tight dress I was wearing.Ordering me to remove it I hesitated as my aunt sat there to instruct my cousin.I was aghast at the prospect of displaying my mature body to a mere girl who had hardly started to develop and would doubtless be fascinated and curious.
Unzipping me mother said it would be worse for me if she and aunt had to take my dress off for me.
So blushing furiously I stood there in my thongs and stockings with my boobs bulging out of the top of the bustier I was wearing.
'You won't need these' said mum as she snapped the waist band of my thongs and threw them aside. I gave an involuntary 'Oooh'as the material pulled against my private bit.
My cousins eyes were almost popping as she studied my lady bit[I bet hers hadn't even got hairy] and rounded bottom.
Over the knee I went as mum soon started to make my full cheeks turn redder than my face.She was systematic letting each buttock finish it's wobble before the next stroke.I tried not to kick my stockinged legs so as not to expose my puss more than necessary but as the spanking proceeded I had no choice.Mother lectured me as aunt instructed her daughter to see what happened to naughty bottoms.
As I struggled my breasts escaped their confinement heightening my embarrassment. I doubt my cousin had ever seen a developed pair in the flesh,which made it worse.
Any shred of modesty was gone when I was ordered to get off her lap and touch toes for a taste of the belt. My spanked cheeks in the air with my lady bit in full view and boobs swinging at every stroke.
I was still doing wall time when my husband arrived.My cousin was anticipating her own chastisement and no doubt compensated by what she had witnessed.
Cold as it was he made me go to the car as I was and face further punishment at home. I didn't even have the consolation of seeing my bratty cousin dealt with which was unfair in my opinion.My husband made me stand outside when we got home so I could reflect not only on events but on how he would warm my freezing buttocks for me.
Too bad you didn't get to see your cousin in all her glory and embarrasment. You should get to see her just as she saw you. She was the one who was irresponsible and broke the rules. I would have had her bend over naked in front of everyone including your husband. That would teach her a lesson.
Masterful

Bexleyheath, UK

#3 Feb 10, 2012
well MrsNessa sounds like your mother really has you worked out and gave you a good thrashing. You dont complete the post on what your husband gave you when you got home. Having read your story I would like to talk to your husband about the possibility of issuing a dose of DD to your backside myself. I live in the London area and often travel to Norwich on business and would love the opportunity of stripping you slowly and applying the various levels of spankings etc to your nether regions. If interested post me a reply.

Since: Jan 12

Norwich, UK

#4 Feb 11, 2012
Masterful wrote:
well MrsNessa sounds like your mother really has you worked out and gave you a good thrashing. You dont complete the post on what your husband gave you when you got home. Having read your story I would like to talk to your husband about the possibility of issuing a dose of DD to your backside myself. I live in the London area and often travel to Norwich on business and would love the opportunity of stripping you slowly and applying the various levels of spankings etc to your nether regions. If interested post me a reply.
I had intended to leave the details to the imagination.When my husband let me in he examined my freezing cheeks and decided my mother had been too lenient.So once again they were up in the air for a taste of his leather slipper which also descended on my thighs.As I was cold and wet it stung like mad and felt as if my bottom would be killed!
He was also cross that I had not controlled my boobs so they had a dose of the same which had me screaming for mercy as they bounced around at every stroke.
I was then taken outside and made to sit in the snow to make my battered backside wet and cold again. The imprint of my buttocks looked so forlorn when I was taken inside for a caning that 'Will make you remember this day'It seemed they would split as the stick cut it to my chubby and well bruised cheeks.
Sobbing as I stood against the wall,not daring to touch, my husband declared that he should not loose out by my laxity.I soon found out what this meant.
Made to lay face up on the couch he raised my stockinged legs up in the air and applied the slipper to my fully exposed private area.It was already sore as the end of mother's belt had caught it a few times. I was then bent over the table for a seeing to that had me yelling again as my sore and battered parts hurt anew with every stroke and squeeze.
Inevitably the corset came out and I was told it would stay on until my bottom was again it's usual creamy white, that is unless I transgress again.
My mother and aunt called a few days later. The brat cottoned on to the imprint of my rear in the snow and was much amused.The corset was briefly removed so they could see that I had been properly punished and to show my cousin that she had been let off relatively lightly. The brat was still fascinated by both the corset and my adult figure,although she quietened when aunt stated that she would be fitting her with one.
Aunt did make her show us her jutting little bum,leaving me feeling hard done by as it was hardly bruised.It was almost as big an incentive to mend my ways as my thrashing to hope that one day I would be allowed to put those swelling cheeks across my knee and give them a proper lesson.
Sorry Masterful, my husband likes to have full control over my bottom and I doubt he would share it with a stranger.In any case it would be he who made the arrangements, as I have intimated in earlier postings.

Since: Jan 12

Norwich, UK

#5 Feb 16, 2012
To avoid confusion-my previous postings are on domestic discipline p30+ on this site.

Since: Jan 12

Norwich, UK

#6 Feb 22, 2012
MrsNessa wrote:
To avoid confusion-my previous postings are on domestic discipline p30+ on this site.
Following the comments since my double spanking I ought to clarify some points.As an adult I have certain choices.I know that without supervision I would get myself into all sorts of scrapes and probably serious trouble.It would indeed be foolish of me to leave my comfortable home,loving and generous[when I'm a good girl]husband merely to spare my careless bottom.
On the other hand there are issues around my brattish cousin.Consideration of the law must be made when punishing an under 18, which is why her father leaves it to my aunt.
Nevertheless I felt she had got away with it and that my innocent buttocks had been unjustly punished.In addition I knew she had craftily used her phone to get a picture of the imprint of my bottom in the snow and no doubt shows it to her friends or has posted it.
Worse, my punishment would continue as I was in the dreaded corset.As I lost soreness the busk played havoc with my lady bits and I was literally dripping but knew relief was unlikely.
My husband of course had his satisfaction.One night he was clearly going to take possession of my bottom;although I like this for a change my objection is that I cannot climax by this method without other stimulation-as my hub knows.
How I tried to tempt him when taken upstairs! Being near the bedroom mirror I caught a glimpse of my puss as I stuck my cheeks up and out.Still slightly swollen it was wet, open and resplendent in it's winter coat needing a mere rub to earn relief which never came.
I was writhing with frustration when my corset was again fastened.
As previously mentioned, this was an old fashioned training corset,designed,among other things,to produce the tiny waist so popular in times past,although my husband never tightened it to anything like capacity.My aunt had been impressed with the design but was unable to recall full details,thus it was arranged that I met her,my mother and cousin at a corsetier to show what was required.
A middle age woman,instantly recognisable as a 'Miss', she was tall, thin and vinegary.There was no swell of a bust or hips and I wondered how she sat down as there was no discernable fleshiness on her skinny rear.She clearly relished seeing more curvy women constrained in the garments of her trade.
Having removed my dress I hoped she would not find it necessary to bare my still well marked bottom.
The three adults at once saw the significance of the busk and gave wry smiles as she poked and moved it as she explained it's purpose in figure control.
For demonstration purposes she tightened the back to show how the waist could be reduced.As my rear and boobs became more pronounced I felt light headed as I was squeezed the more.Naturally I was randy any way and it took all my effort not to respond as her hands went all over me, explaining the function of each stay and the effect.
There was a function for 'lady time' which consisted of hidden straps next to the internal suspenders.My embarrassment was acute as they each felt for them,not only the action but the fact my thighs were wet and despite myself the contact only heightened my arousal.
The brat,of course,did not understand this but clearly appreciated my discomfort and did not seem to understand she would be made to wear something similar.Although impractical for school,I gathered she would be made to wear it at all other times.
Aunt ordered her to strip for measurements and for the fitting of a temporary garment until her own could be made to her mother's specification.
I enjoyed her discomfort and thought once again of having her developing cheeks under my hand.As it was I did have the pleasure of seeing her mother administer a few sharp slaps when she 'made a fuss', and the shock on her face as she felt the busk rub on her privates.
Now unbearably randy I resolved to plead with my husband to relieve me or spank me to take my mind off it.

Since: Jan 12

Norwich, UK

#7 Feb 22, 2012
Following the comments since my double spanking I ought to clarify some points.As an adult I have certain choices.I know that without supervision I would get myself into all sorts of scrapes and probably serious trouble.It would indeed be foolish of me to leave my comfortable home,loving and generous [when I'm a good girl] husband merely to spare my careless bottom.
On the other hand there are issues around my brattish cousin.Such is the law these days care must be taken when punishing a young girl, which is why her father leaves it to my aunt.
Nevertheless I felt she had got away with it and that my innocent buttocks had been unjustly punished.In addition I knew she had craftily used her phone to get a picture of the imprint of my bottom in the snow and no doubt shows it to her friends or has posted it.
Worse, my punishment would continue as I was in the dreaded corset.As I lost soreness the busk played havoc with my lady bits and I was literally dripping but knew relief was unlikely.
My husband of course had his satisfaction.One night he was clearly going to take possession of my bottom;although I like this for a change my objection is that I cannot climax by this method without other stimulation-as my hub knows.
How I tried to tempt him when taken upstairs! Being near the bedroom mirror I caught a glimpse of my puss as I stuck my cheeks up and out.Still slightly swollen it was wet, open and resplendent in it's winter coat needing a mere rub to earn relief which never came.
I was writhing with frustration when my corset was again fastened.
As previously mentioned, this was an old fashioned training corset,designed,among other things,to produce the tiny waist so popular in times past,although my husband never tightened it to anything like capacity.My aunt had been impressed with the design but was unable to recall full details,thus it was arranged that I met her,my mother and cousin at a corsetier to show what was required.
A middle age woman,instantly recognisable as a 'Miss', she was tall, thin and vinegary.There was no swell of a bust or hips and I wondered how she sat down as there was no discernable fleshiness on her skinny rear.She clearly relished seeing more curvy women constrained in the garments of her trade.
Having removed my dress I hoped she would not find it necessary to bare my still well marked bottom.
The three adults at once saw the significance of the busk and gave wry smiles as she poked and moved it as she explained it's purpose in figure control.
For demonstration purposes she tightened the back to show how the waist could be reduced.As my rear and boobs became more pronounced I felt light headed as I was squeezed the more.Naturally I was randy any way and it took all my effort not to respond as her hands went all over me, explaining the function of each stay and the effect.
There was a function for 'lady time' which consisted of hidden straps next to the internal suspenders.My embarrassment was acute as they each felt for them,not only the action but the fact my thighs were wet and despite myself the contact only heightened my arousal.
The brat,of course,did not understand this but clearly appreciated my discomfort and did not seem to understand she would be made to wear something similar.Although impractical for school,I gathered she would be made to wear it at all other times.
Aunt ordered her to strip for measurements and for the fitting of a temporary garment until her own could be made to her mother's specification.
I enjoyed her discomfort and thought once again of having her developing cheeks under my hand.As it was I did have the pleasure of seeing her mother administer a few sharp slaps when she 'made a fuss', and the shock on her face as she felt the busk rub on her privates.
Now unbearably randy I resolved to plead with my husband to relieve me or spank me to take my mind off it.

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