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"Really? My 'glorious breasts' give me the right to put you over my knee and spank you any time I want? For any, or no, reason?

No matter how old I was when my stepmother told me to clean my room, I was expected to do it or receive a sore, red bottom. She was only a year older than me and had been a grade above in school, but soon after I went off to college she had married my father and on the first opportunity had asserted her right to administer bare bottom spankings whenever she saw fit. If I wanted to remain as a part of the household I was expected to bend over and take it without complaint.

Once again today, she happened to stop by my room and finding me lying in bed, laundry unfolded amongst my untouched mess, so without hesitation, I found myself naked, ass glowing red propped over the edge of my bed while she spanked me soundly with the stinging sole of her slipper.

She warned me she would be returning in a few minutes with the punishment strap and if it didn’t look better in there, she would be happy to double my leathering and have me clean the entire house naked, evidence of my spankings on display.

over-my-knee Mar 19, 2021

Gary, a 29 year old journalist, wrote an article where he claimed that women could not be better at tennis than men. He believed they simply could not compete on strength. He even joked that if any woman beat him he would bend over and let her give him a spanking 

18 year old tennis star Hannah replied to the column, inviting him to play her for a friendly set during halftime at the women’s tournament final. She took him up on his bet even saying that if she lost, she would lift her skirt for a spanking. Gary accepted, and ended up being crushed by the young tennis star. His own words came back to haunt him as Hannah took him by the ear, stripped him, and placed her over her knee. Right there, in front of the gleefull crowd on live national TV. Gary soon realized that that Hannah was indeed very strong, as she pinned his arm behind his back soon turned him into a bawling little boy. The crowd jeered and cheered as he shouted, squirmed, bucked and twisted over the teenagers lap. 

You look embarrassed Jebson. But then I suppose you must find this rather embarrassing.

I must admit you don’t look much like a Head of the English Department this morning, standing there sulking with your pants round your ankles, waiting to be spanked.

There, Jebson. Now pull your pants up and stop snivelling. I don’t suppose you’ll dare be late tomorrow.

Oh! You will, will you?

Get those pants down and get back over my knee!