Moment of reflection.
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@mandisarage
Moment of reflection.
Structure.
Auch in Japanischen Haushalten gibt es kräftig was auf den Hintern, und der biegsame Rohrstock scheint auch beliebt zu sein 👍😍😁 die girls werden einige Zeit daran denken.
Even her pink panties come down for the real spanking...
Truth
Mia desperately and firmly gripped the table and planted her feet into the floor, doing her best to stay in position as her Husband disciplined her with the spanking rod. Her butt cheeks throbbed and it took everything in her to not jump up, but she knew the rod of correction was going to fall at least as many times as it already had before she would be allowed to get up. The whole ordeal embarrassed her every time. Here she was, a full grown woman, a mother of four, a mother who had used the same spanking rod to discipline her son the day before.
And here was Mia, pants at her ankles, panties at her knees, bent over and getting her butt spanked just like she'd been spanked growing up. The spanking rod wouldn't go away, it followed her down the corridors of time, correcting her behavior and reminding her there were boundaries that stung to try and cross. The spanking rod was a constant growing up in a family where it was kept visible around the house and mentioned every couple months from the pulpit of the Church they attended. Mia and her two sister's bottoms were never spared from its burn for even a week growing up.
Now Mia was a woman. A woman who had promised to obey her Husband and had meant it. But that promise was painful. Just like when she was a little girl, not a week went by in which she did not feel the spanking rod on her bare buttocks. But now from her Husband. It was humiliating and hurt, but after the discipline spankings, as she rubbed her delicate female butt cheeks and sobbed an apology for disobeying him, she was reminded of the comfort and safety she felt under her Husband's authority, under his rod of correction, under the spanking rod.
Vintage discipline.
Structure.
Vintage discipline.
Structure.
Structure.
Lighting that big booty up! She was a good girl for a while after that punishment
Lilly did her best to stay still as her Dad gave her a bare bottom spanking for the first time in years. Her Dad had visited her house and asked how she was doing. He was proud of how well she seemed to be doing in life. She told him that in spite of having her own place and a good job, she struggled with feeling like she was going to give up. She was collapsing internally and needing something to "set her straight."
Lilly's Dad had laughingly suggested a spanking. Lilly, to his surprise, immediately agreed a spanking would help give her an internal reset and was already unbuttoning her pants. Without much discussion, they fell into their roles as if Lilly was still a little girl, back in the days when Dad had spanked her bare butt all the time. Dad pulled out a chair, sat down, and patted his leg. Lilly pulled her pants and panties to her ankles and bent over his lap.
The Dad spanked Lilly's bare butt cheeks hard and fast with his hand. She let him spank her until her buttocks were stinging and her mind felt blissfully numb. After the spanking, he hugged her. Lilly thanked him and told him, "Maybe come by every week or two and give me a reset?" Her Dad simply nodded, but she knew he was agreeing. This would just be the first of many spankings Dad would give his adult daughter on her bare bottom to reset her inside.
Daddy I’m sorry I know I should be more respectful and I won’t talk back anymore. Please forgive me I’ll be a more obedient wife I promise
Going to the mall is not a part of what her grounding is suppose to be.