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A gentle tap, then what! Bloody hell, the hardest so far! “Four ma’am.” My fingers were starting to go numb from gripping the table so hard, and my bum was just plain on fire. Few houses in the UK have a basement, so it was such a novelty for me. I loved the fact that their basement was used for a games room and storage and laundry. There was a spare TV and a sofa for anyone who wanted to watch an alternative programme. It suddenly occurred to Jordan that the itching powder and ants must have been bought there specially for him, this was no chance encounter, they had known in advance that he would be at the pool. So someone, either the Ranger or Harley must have been in on the plan. Why do you ask? Did you want to try? The paddle’s probably still on the table in the basement.” I said ‘yes please’ as enthusiastically as possible! Val laughed and said: “Come on, then!” After completing a dozen laps of the pool, Jordan climbed out and made his way along the side of the pool planning to get himself a coke from the vending machine he had noticed by the entrance. He was then he realised he was no longer alone, when he spotted three figures in swimming trunks walking towards him.

The two families are still great friends, and we visit each other quite regularly. I have never mentioned anything about that day since to Val, although I’ve always wanted to ask if she was just messing about. I suspect I’ll never get a straight answer. As far as I know, nobody knew anything about that paddling except us two. I certainly didn’t mention it to anyone. It was then that all three of Jordan’s new tormentor’s produced a selection of old wooden paddles, both fraternity paddles with greek letters or old fashioned domestic paddles with quaint phrases on them.I called ‘one!’“One, ma’am!” I was corrected. “One, ma’am.” I repeated obediently. “Better,” Val said. advertisements, popups or other such junk. The library offers both free and paid memberships. The library blog is at http://spankinglibrary.blogspot.com/ fiction. All characters, places, and events are strictly fictional and have no relation to real events,

I stepped up to it and bent forward – at a stretch, I could just reach the far side. I was on tiptoe and, as it was really warm weather, I was wearing only thin shorts! “Like this?” I asked. “Aha – spread your legs a little wider.” I then felt her hand run over my bottom briefly. She gave my shorts a little tug to pull them tight, then patted my behind a few times gently with her hand. “Perfect!” I heard her say.In charge was fifty-year-old Reverend John, who was uniquely qualified. Before his ordination, he served in the military, was in combat, and worked ten years in civilian law enforcement. Reverend John was an imposing figure. He was a big, fit, and muscular man who could present himself in a stern, uncompromising manner or as a deeply caring and compassionate man depending upon the circumstances at the time. Reverend John asked, "Did he do anything else?" After paddling me, I admitted that Mr. Harris put his fingers in my butt, which caused me to ejaculate. Val finished doing things in the kitchen and came through to where I was sitting. She asked me all about my trip to the meeting and what I thought of the Mustang. I liked Val a lot – she was very homely and friendly towards me. “You’re not much into hoops huh?” She said looking at my magazine. I explained that I liked football – but English, not American! All the way down to the basement, my excitement grew. In my fantasy I had only ever wanted a spanking, but a paddling would be just as exciting. In my head, I kept thinking: “I’m being taken to the basement for a paddling!” This thought still plays a part in my fantasies to this day. After my practicum was over, I would drive up to the camp every few weeks on Saturdays to spend the weekend. I enjoyed our talks as well as the brandy and dinner.

The fire ants certainly lived up to their name, and within seconds, Jordan felt as if his entire bottom was literally on fire. I told him I would like that very much. After getting some lotion, he gave me a proper ending to my discipline session, with both of us ejaculating almost simultaneously. The courts selected this particular group of offenders because they presented problems for the criminal justice system. They were past the age where they would be under the auspices of the juvenile justice system and were in the adult probation system. But all were facing probation revocation, which meant jail or prison time. So this was a second and last chance alternative.

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The Male-Male Spanking Archive hosts stories in various languages. As of January 2021, the available languages are English, German, Spanish, French, Italian, Dutch, Portugese, Romanian, Russian. It is possible to search/filter by language. I didn't cry like Williams, but my eyes were misty, and my butt was on fire. He told me to remain in place. I obeyed. Then Reverend John surprised me. He told me, "I'm not so sure you will like it, but I know I will. I liked paddling Mr. Williams, and now after what you told me, I will definitely like paddling you." He stood up, took a sip of his brandy, and said, "Get your shorts off." I obeyed Reverend John. However, at that moment, Jordan was free from the myriad discomforts which had recently plagued his life. The Ranger, his new guardian, had agreed he could have a morning free from chores and had dropped him off at the old swimming pool at the edge of town “You can relax today” he had said “Tomorrow you have an important role to play at the local charity fair!” They had managed to persuade Val to line them all up in the basement and give them a few swats. By all accounts, it had been a real laugh. Of course it was all for fun, but apparently some of the swats Val had given had one or two of the boys hopping about holding their paddled bums.

I was required to confess any inappropriate conduct or misbehavior I committed during the week. Offenses included: The following year the invitation was reciprocated and we went to the US to stay with them. By then I was 14, almost turning 15.

I was speechless – two or three? How come I got eight? And ‘love taps’. My bottom told me very firmly that swats five and six were hard and the last two about as hard as she could manage. I am sure Val enjoyed paddling me.