This excellent work was published posthumously. The author died in and never got a chance to publish this treatise. Consequently, it has never been professionally edited. Nevertheless, it is a wonderful read for those interested in
Author's Note: Due to absolutely no demand whatsoever, I have decided to pen another story in my amazingly popular Tuttle series (and I wish to thank all THREE of you who have faithfully read the entire set of stories) set in a Southern town during the 1950s.
Continued from Belinda's American Education - Part 5
The fact that she couldn’t possibly have contraband did not deter Miss Rawlings. Belinda sobbed openly as garment by garment she slowly surrendered her dignity again.
“This must be difficult for you, such an educated lady,” Miss Rawlings purred, as Belinda reluctantly relinquished her clothes. “But we have rules. You should be wearing the regulation blue blazer with the school logo on it, so even if you do make it over the wall everyone who sees you will peg you as a snotty little brat who needs a good fanny tanning! And that, my dear, is precisely what you are going to get!”
Rather than allowing her to strip at the Nurse’s office, Miss Rawlings “saved time” by forcing poor Belinda to strip near the storage area where her clothes were kept. Then Miss Rawlings took the blushing Belinda by the ear and marched her, buck naked, past numerous groups of workmen on the long trek to the nurse’s office.
Continued from Belinda's American Education - Stepmother - Part 4.
*** Excerpts from Belinda’s Dissertation***
“Most women think themselves superior to their unfortunate sisters forced to bend and bare for discipline. Indeed, the typical housewife or business woman finds it difficult to imagine herself strapped down over a punishment trestle for the strap or cane.
“Surely I would never drop my pants on command, or touch my toes, or wiggle my bare fanny under the strap! After all, I am a lady!”
What these women fail to understand is the difference between a lady and a reformatory guttersnipe is not the way she acts but the way that she is treated.”
I got this story off an old forum a long time ago. Almost forgot about it.
My most memorable spanking happened several years ago about two days before my wedding. I have three sisters and two of them were already home with their husbands, waiting for the wedding. One of my sisters and I have a difficult time getting along when the stress is high and believe me, right before a wedding in the home of the bride, stress is high.
Sorry everyone. I didn't realize I never published this.
Cheyenne bucked desperately, hands gripping at the cloth thrown over the hay bales. Her cries had turned to howls as Edward laid on stripe after stripe. She at least knew better than to try and cover her butt with her hands so she clung as tight as she could to the cloth. Tears ran down her face as she begged, begged for him to stop. First it was stop, then she promised to be a good girl, then she just had the strength to say please.
Finally it was over and she slumped over the bale, weeping, exhausted, fire raging across her ass. Both cheeks and some of her thighs were criss crossed with an angry red patchwork of dark red lines. The red halos of fire surrounding each stripe combined to make her ass a brilliant red and a few weals rose on the once smooth skin. She sobbed into the blanked as she lay exhausted, arms and legs limp. Behind her she heard Edward cleaning up the switches and moving things around. The sounds seemed so distant as she slowly gathered her strength. Finally she struggled up, heedless of her nakedness.
Hello everyone. As you probably noticed I have been absent for quite a while. I have been checking in on the site but haven't had time to post anything.
I just noticed that a lot of comments were posted and held up in moderation for quite a long time. In some cases years! What happened was I got a lot of spam comments from China. In order to stop things I set comments to moderated only. I thought I'd be notified by email anytime there was a comment but I must have disabled that also As a result a number of people posted comments and they remained in purgatory until now. I'll be more diligent on checking messages and comments going forward.
For a moment Belinda thought the school bell was ringing inside her head.
Belinda groggily opened her eyes and looked out the window to her left. Why was it still dark?
Why were there bars on the window?
Where was she?
The clanging bell ceased. Feminine voices - hundreds of them. Belinda watched as the women around her roused themselves and opened the lockers at the foot of their beds.
It hadn’t been a nightmare. Belinda Krueger, 25, heiress, doctorial student, was now a lowly prisoner at Jameson Reformatory.
“If you’d like to, you can take her down to the nurse. She needs to be given her shots, and to be examined for contraband.”
“Yes, I’d enjoy supervising that,” Professor Winters said, as Belinda’s eyes grew wide as saucers!
“You may wish to take a hairbrush along, in case this impudent piece of baggage gets lippy,” the principal counseled.
“That’s quite alright, Frank,” Professor Winters chuckled. “My hand will be more than sufficient to administer a memorable correction. Besides, in Belinda’s case I definitely want to get a feel for the situation.”
Corner time really gives a girl a chance to think, which was precisely what Belinda was doing.
How had it come to this? A few scant moments before she had been Belinda Krueger, PhD student and respected associate Professor at her University. Now she was a freshly spanked miscreant with her bare bottom on display in the principal's office at the Jameson Reformatory.
Belinda was standing in the corner with her skirt pinned up, front and back, and her panties around her knees. "If my student's could see me now…" Belinda shuddered at the thought.
Recent NY Times article about Bethany's Woodshed:
For those that don't have access to the NY Times:
In interviews with The New York Times, a dozen Blushing authors and seven former employees described a haphazardly run business that frequently failed to pay authors on time, and threatened them with lower royalties and defamation lawsuits if they defected. Some writers who spoke to The Times discovered they were not being paid for books that Blushing was selling through certain online vendors or in audio format. Others were locked into contracts that gave Blushing “permanent and exclusive” rights to their books and pen names, which publishing experts called onerous and outside of industry standards.
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To keep pumping out new releases, Ms. Wills padded inventory by taking older books and repacking them with new covers, sometimes under a different title and pen name, according to several former employees.
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Has anyone bought from Bethany's Woodshed? Thoughts?
Belinda Krueger felt every bit the crisp professional as she crossed the office to greet the principal of the Jameson Reformatory. Although only 25, she was already a rising star at her new American University, and in her stylish worsted wool blue suit, dressed the part.
"I'd like to thank you for taking the time to meet with me today, sir," she said, shaking the principal's hand. "I've been having a bit of trouble with my Doctorial dissertation, and my department chair seems to think that you might be of some assistance."
"Yes, I spoke with him this morning," the principal said, sinking back comfortably into his large leather chair. "Have a seat, Miss Krueger."
Belinda sat down on the chair opposite the principal. Unlike the principal's comfortable perch Belinda's chair was hard and wooden and Belinda fidgeted a bit to find a comfortable position.
Sorry I haven't posted any stories in awhile. Just been too busy. But I have a lot of them brewing in my head. Just need to sit down and type them out!
This story was sent in awhile ago and I forgot about it. Enjoy!
I'm a spanked husband. I've read some other people's accounts but I think mine is a bit different. You see. I don't want to be a spanked husband. I just am. It's a little bit hard to explain but basically I love my wife and everything is great. The only thing is once in awhile she will decide I need to be spanked and there's nothing I can do about it!
The story I want to tell is about my worst spanking experience.
This is a story from looonngg ago. Enjoy
"Remember," he warned me as we headed down into the holler. "Remember, it's
a different world out here. You have to remember your place."
"Place, shmace," I muttered, but then nodded and ressured him, parroting back
what he'd told me about a million times. "I know, I know. I'm a woman.
We're at the bottom of the totem pole. You're the youngest son and I'm your
wife so I'm the bottom of the women's totem pole. I have to do whatever you
say. I have to do whatever your mom says. I have to just shut up. I know."