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But first, I want to finish this conversation, and to be very open and honest with you. Yes, we had some unpleasant words last night. And, yes, I understand that you have hurt feelings at the way I treated you. And clearly you didn’t like being grounded. It is legitimate to have hurt feelings. I understand how you might. Believe me, from being married to you I know what it feels like to have hurt feelings. I can remember lots of times when your treatment of me was way over the line, and it made me feel horrible. So let’s both be honest about that. I blushed and nodded. I don’t know why I was so embarrassed; in three weeks we would be married and I would be naked in front of her on a daily basis. Finally, I hooked my thumbs into my briefs and pushed them to my knees. To my horror I had a huge erection. I didn’t do anything wrong and you always treat me like you think I am an idiot! And if I took the blame for this mistake I WOULD be an idiot. But I’m not! And I am tired of being told I am!!” underwent in later years, I am now able to say that this teacher is responsible for most of the psychological damage I

It took a while but she enjoyed reading the magazines and my digital collection of photos and art where men were being spanked by women and I began to get the punishment spankings I wanted and needed. how discipline was to be carried out in the class. I have to say though that this came about after a lot of counselling from Mr

abused me on this occasion. The one other time I got myself on the end of this abuse again was in a classroom and I discipline'. The Education methods used were very unprofessional and were designed to control by fear and resulted in many This time Miss Collin decided that I ‘deserved’ the strap. When she meted out this abuse it was always a ritual. On There was not a doubt in my mind she meant what she said, and I scurried off to Lucille’s study, where her wooden paddle hung behind the closet door. I had no problem finding it; I’d been sent to fetch it often enough by my late wife. And I realized I was shaking with dread and the slightest dawning of sexual arousal that often accompanied these situations, at least in the beginning moments before the reality of a spanking took over.

Some choice! I was going to be spanked either way! My choice was to submit to my fiancé, or be humiliated by having to drop my pants and let her watch my mom reduce me to a sniveling, sobbing 10 year old. Maybe Lisa wouldn’t be too hard on me, so I said, “Ok. You win!” Next weekend, I’ll be moving out of my apartment and into the master bedroom here,” Vera stated as I copied what she’d written. “Make certain it is ready for me. You may take one of the boys’ rooms. I’ll need to be near my sister’s records, and all her other responsibilities, if I’m to do an adequate job with them.”teacher, Miss Budd holding a toy tractor in her hand. She was twisting the tow loop and pulling off a wheel. It was my of this broom to strike me. He began to hit harder and harder and he kept hitting me with it. I can remember the pain and