Amelia: Discipline for a Brat: A Spanking Story

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Why haven’t you taken his pants down?” Doreen asked with interest. “Oh my dear, that’s far too vulgar.”“But you used to cane Rory on his bare bottom?”“Ah that’s different – he’s my son, whereas this one is merely in my charge. I’ve no desire to see what he’s got down there! But pants up nice and tight, and we have a perfect view. Now we’ll see who’s boss, young man!” Two more to go. I’ll lay these on a bit, honey, OK?” What? Lay them on! What the hell were the other six? Fun pats? We had 5 lovely gentlemen join us and they were welcomed with a lovely buffet and plenty of wine, beer, prosecco and ginger ale. Of course there were home made sausage rolls too 🙂

Elizabeth Markham's philosophy was to show that women were not frail creatures and that spanking, caning, birching and other "robust forms of punishment" were essential for discipline and the well-being of "females of all social conditions wishing to better themselves."

Clip 1 – ‘The Lost Tape’ Part 1 – The long awaited ‘Lost tapes’ of Amelia Jane Rutherford from 10 years ago. Amelia jane gets her first ever ‘cold’ caning (no spanking beforehand to warm up her bum), followed by a spanking. So this is my favourite one. It is a 10 millimetre – one centimetre – diameter. A dragon cane by Correction Collection. It's got a super nice padded purple handle. It is bendy but it's heavy. And it has just an indefinable je ne sais quoi quality of loveliness. Cannot tell you exactly what it is but it just... I like it. js_anon has a talent for writing verse, and some of his poems feature the governess, as in The Governess and The Cane; The Governess - Much Angrier; and The Husband's Governess. The latter concludes with: Staying with the holiday theme, last Friday I had my summer bikini spanking party with the lovely Frankie. She was on great form as usual! Our 6 lovely gents were greeted with refreshing drinks and a delicious buffet. Of course, there were home made sausage rolls, there would be disappointment all round if there weren’t haha. She felt weak and could barely breathe. "I don't understand," she said. But perhaps she did understand. He stared so. Almost avid.

It was over, but for a few moments I stayed bent over that table. It never occured to me to ask Val to stop and the truth is that although she swung a mean paddle (I suspect she’d had some practice over the years as a mom), I had also found the spanking exciting and perversely enjoyable. Val managed to hit just the right note – hard enough to really sting without being enough to have me bawling my eyes out. And one of the things I’m most proud of is that Delta is still shooting for Restrained Elegance, even though she’s retired from other shoots to concentrate on her mainstream career. You will punish my daughter whenever you feel you must, and I'll never interfere. But on any day you've had to whip Alice, you will report to me after she's in bed, and I'll do the same to you." It’s astonishing really that the basic model – I make photosets and videos I think are beautiful, I put them on the web in as high a quality as the bandwidth will stand, people buy them individually or as part of a subscription service – is still viable. Long may it remain so! Yeah, I remember an experience I had with Felix once where they were caning me and I was naked. And between strokes they would finger me and pleasure me and then get me just to the edge of orgasm and then give me another cane stroke. And I was doing my breathing thing. The two of us were just like vibing, and I actually orgasmed from the caning rather than from the fingering. Which was amazing. Like I squirted all over the bed because they gave me just this succession of delicious cane strokes and I was already in this heightened state of arousal and erotic readiness and, oof, it was divine.

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Then I heard her trot out this little ditty. “Spank a boy and do it right, trousers down, pants up tight. And if he smiles when he should frown, then spank him with his pants right down.” With that, Aunt Pam pulled my jeans down, exposing my underpants. My face was now near to the floor and I remember clearly the smell of the carpet, mixed with tobacco smoke as Doreen lit up a cigarette. I was actually Jewish, so Pam was not a blood aunt, but an ‘auntie’ – a friend of the family. When I turned 13 – the age of confirmation and ‘manhood’ in both Judaism and Christianity – her attitude towards me became a little less playful and rather more stern. Like many boys, I loved cars. Val’s husband had a classic Mustang and had promised me a ride in it when we got over there. I was very excited about this.

My second great desire in this weird and shadowy dimension was to be spanked myself by a stern, no-nonsense older female. This was kindled in me by Aunt Pam, with the help of her friend Doreen, who lived with her. The weekend came around and some relatives of the American family turned up for the day. There were a couple more boys around my age. They all seemed to be more interested in basketball than soccer or rugby. The boys played ‘hoops’, as they called it, behind the garage every chance they could. The first strike stung like fire and sounded like a canon. Even Sir Richard jumped a little. Caroline jumped a lot and jerked on the desktop. I countered by saying that I was too old to be spanked, and asked what would happen if I simply refused to submit to the punishment, as she wasn’t my parent nor my teacher. This was actually very untypical and rather daring of me – but Aunt Pam simply said that I was most certainly not too old to be spanked. “Boys are at their naughtiest in their teens – they need more spanking rather than less as they get older!” she said.I did find the atmosphere of spanking that was around in every facet of cultural life quite exciting; forbidden, terrifying, and yet intriguing. At my primary school I was once sent to the headmaster for playfully spanking a girl’s bottom – but instead of getting the cane (which is what usually happened if you were sent to the head) he just scooped me up in one movement, slapped my behind three times and told me to never to do that again. I was otherwise a model pupil, so I guess I’d earned some credit points.