Saturday, October 22, 2011

Archives : The long autumn evenings in the countryside

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  1. I would love to spank these four women, sitting at the table. Yes, I would bend them over that table, raise that dress of their's, pull down their bloomer's to bare their bottoms, and cane them. Cane them well.

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  2. He really should have known by now not to misbehave on bridge night.

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  3. These four ladies are deservedly enjoying their weekly Bridge night and will not tolerate any interference by one of the husbands!
    In this case the lady of the house acted promptly when her husband dared to belittle the game of Bridge, when he compared it to golf! An interesting diversion for the ladies took place when she made him undress for a sound thrashing with the martinet, still by her side for immediate use ,if he as much as speaks out of turn.
    The martinet is also still there because the winning pair of women will win the special prize ,of giving him another thrashing with it!
    Diane

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  4. This is the most plausible explanation : )

    But I also thought they totally forgot him for hours because of the Bridge game, conversation and gossips which are very pleasant, and he didn't dare to look back.
    Just at some point in the evening one noticed the martinet still in the table, which remind her of the hubby still in one corner...

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  5. Some 30 years ago, when still living in Grenoble, I had a similar experience when my wife invited one of her colleagues and two somewhat older neighbors -not for bridge,but for snacks and drinks, which I was ordered to serve. After I had clumsily spilled two wine glasses, my trousers were summarily pulled down, and I had to endure the indignity of fetching the martinet (a standard fixture in many French households) and of being treated to 100 vigorous lashes under the approving glances of our three guests -after which I was dispatched to the corner, bare-bottomed and sniffling my tears, while the ladies gleefully commented on the merits of domestic discipline (which, in my case, has been regularly applied to this day!

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  6. I think he's waiting until the game is over for the rest of his punishment. He had a OTK spanking while the ladies were dealing the cards and when they have done and gone home he'll get his switching. Anticipation is sweet.

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  7. Betty Pavis is having her weekly bridge night with her friends, unfortunately she is never that good at it, but lucky for her her friends are more than happy for her to just bet with her sons clothing and bottom, so each round she loses he has to remove something plus get a spanking. And of coarse she expects him to be a good sport about it as well!

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  8. Clever : )
    At some point I suspect she starts losing on purpose...

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  9. It could take off and be a new trend, the Bible clearly states that to love money is sinful Timothy 6:10, so there is potential moral issues with gambling to much money over cards. So why not instead bet with your sons dignity?

    Not only will the night be much more entertaining and prevent any bitterness if you lose (in fact losing might be fun) but it also teaches him a good lesson. My son will often try to get out of it by saying "but I'm going out with mates" and I explain to him that I promised he would be there, so I'm demonstrating the importance of keeping a promise.

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  10. I was spanked by By Step mom and some of her friends, but they would raise thier skirts up just far enough so I could see thier panties...and if any thing leaked or squirted out of my penis durning these spanking. THey would make me masterbate in front of them till I was dry, and then the spanking they gave me came with more of everything..

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  11. you think the ladies watched the spanking?

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  12. this is so humiliating. splendid

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  13. This is a TRUE story, not fantasy. My ex-wife used to paddle me, but she always did so in private (even though I told her the humiliation of witnessing would add to my punishment). The closest we ever came to a witnessing was when she was paddling me in the laundry room (which is where she would take me) and the front doorbell rang. She told me to stay in position (bent over the dryer with pants and underpants down) while she went and answered it. I could hear her talking briefly to someone, and it was very arousing for me. She came back into the laundry room and I asked who it was. She did not reply at all, just resumed paddling me ... with renewed vigor, I might add. Later, when I asked again, she told me it was a delivery. And it wasn't until the next day that we both realized that she had been holding the paddle (school paddle length, dark wood, beautifully carved, hung on the wall of the laundry room) in her hand the entire time ... so that the deliveryman clearly saw that someone was getting spanked (and knows my name from the packages). Every time I got a delivery after that I wondered if this guy was the one; I would search for a little smirk on the face, but never figured out who it was....

    Homework slut @ yahoo

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