Regression, Humiliation and Spankings: 9 Short Stories To Make Your Cheeks Blush

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When a distant dad and his rebellious teenage daughter are trapped at home by a pandemic, he has to learn how to discipline. I saw Marrianne’s lips compress, the way they do when she is irritated. Then she said, “There is no reason to put it off any longer, John. You said yourself you needed this form of discipline, and I agree with you. I’ve committed considerable time and effort in arranging this with Doris, and I’m confident she can do the job. Now why don’t you go take a shower, put on just your robe, then come to my sewing room. I want to complete the baby blanket I’ve been crocheting in time for Barbara’s baby shower.

When I finally got out of the shower, I saw Marrianne had hung my bathrobe on the hook inside the bathroom door. I suddenly needed to use the toilet again.

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Now,” said Sheila, “step out of those trousers and boxers – you won’t be needing those for the rest of the day.” Thinking about all the pleasure I gave the teacher and the boys made me feel and still makes me feel so enraged, you know... It's like a never-ending feeling. And I can't do nothing about it. Nothing.

Want to what? Wet the bed?? Eww - of course not! Who would want to wet the bed?" she asked. Her eyes widened a bit and her mouth dropped open as I blushed, realizing what I had just said. "Do y . . . " Throughout the following week, I tried almost constantly to convince Marrianne we no longer needed Doris’ services. I tried reason, demonstrations of a reformed character, assertion of my rights of authority as the husband, desperate and abject pleading. My wife met all of these with a calm, satisfied silence (although when I was most insistent, there was a distinct compression of the lips). I was very shy at that time and remember being embarrassed even if the girls saw me in my underwear. I saw all my cousins completely naked many times, but none of them seemed overly embarrassed by it. They also saw me naked sometimes – but by contrast, I was always horrified when they did, even when it was my male cousin or my aunt and uncle. I could never understand how anyone could treat their own kids with such disrespect. Unfortunately for Stacy, her folks didn’t see this as a positive. Her mother scolded her for intentionally "showing off" and being a "slut." Her father was more blunt: "Since you clearly haven’t learned modesty, we’ll repeat this spanking next Friday night!" The girls were also forced to sit in the chair after their punishments, again with nothing covering their lower body. I felt sorry for them but I have to admit, I enjoyed seeing the girls’ privates. Both of them had pubic hair, and when they were bent over the table I could see not only see their vaginas but also their anus.My body jerked, and I started to turn from the corner when the doorbell announced we had a visitor. Marrianne put down her work and said in her sternest voice yet, “Don’t you dare leave that corner. I am more than adequately upset with you already.” Before your spanking, I suggested you apologize to your wife for making this necessary. Would you like to do that now, or should I resume your spanking until you’re ready?” Finally, I decided to tell "Mom" about my "problem". Of course I did not bring up how I had acquired this problem. I just acted like it was quite common for a person my age to wet the bed. She was concerned about her sheets and the mattress until I told her that I wore diapers every night. She thought about that for a moment with a strange look on her face, then finally asked me if I trusted her as a "parent"? I got to my feet and practically jumped to the corner. The temptation to rub my bruised flesh was almost irresistible, but I managed to keep my hands clenched tightly at my sides.

Pam yawned and said, "Okay, that's fine. I'll just give Nikki a call and see if she wants to come over for a bit tonight. Or maybe Amy. Oh, wait, I know! Brittney has been bothering me to have a sleepover - maybe it could be a slumber party!" Carly, please trust me. Growing up, my friends got caned." She maintained her momentum. "You've intended to visit Miss Roberts for years, haven't you?" Miss Roberts' fingers invaded her waistband, humiliating her as her disciplinarian whisked her panties to her ankles. Her bare bottom on display, she felt her eighteen years slip away.I glanced at Pam and saw she had a grin worthy of the Cheshire cat in 's Adventures in Wonderland. Most of the time she was a quiet, good girl, but I had also seen with her sister, she could have a mean streak sometimes. I wasn't sure what I should expect, now that an eleven year old was "in charge" of me. You showed me Miss Roberts' business card. The card you waved at me, she ceased using over a year ago, when you were seventeen."