Nanopants: Jessica is to be made an example of. She is to be given six of the best with the cane, and her ordeal involves the wearing of special high-tech punishment pants, ultra-thin and transparent and even clingier than latex. They are so tight they are mighty uncomfortable when Jessica bends to touch her toes for the cane, and the fabric does nothing to dilute or protect the wearer from the intense sting of the rattan.

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I went to the toilet, walked upstairs and got a clean handkerchief, changed my tee shirt, threw myself onto the bed, got up again, looked at my watch again, and decided it was time to go. Good morning, err, afternoon err …’ I stammered, suddenly confused as to the appropriate greeting for precisely noon. There were a few moments of total silence, as though the world had stopped. Then movement from inside, a figure on the other side of the stained glass, and the door opened. We looked at each other for a moment, before she nodded and stood to one side, opening the door more widely to let me come in. Right, I’m going’ I shouted, and without waiting for a reply, left the house. I crossed the garden, stepped onto the pavement and pushed open the next door gate. I hesitated slightly, and glanced up at the house, which was strangely foreboding. In a moment of decision and commitment, I strode up the path and rang the bell.As she climbed the stairs thoughts of her own upbringing and the spankings she had received raced through her mind, what part of her naughty bottom had taught her the most? What words had her Mummy used to send the message home? What advice from her mentors, the W.I. and the Vicar helped her do what was needed? The memories spoke to her…”Spare the rod, spoil the child.”“It is for her own good.”“She will thank you one day.” So, on impulse, I laid out this part of his collection on the car, and took some photos. And what a useful photo this turned out to be. I tried to explain that, feeling small, bewitched and contrite. She let me struggle to articulate my thoughts for a moment or two, but then interrupted. On a coffee table in the classically Georgian front room, there was a jug of water and two glasses. She poured two glasses and handed me one. She sat down in an armchair. I thought for a moment, but in reality I was already under her spell, and being enticed into her world and her way of thinking. I knew ‘petulant’ was an accurate way of describing my behaviour towards them, much of the time. I knew I would frequently choose to be childish and selfish. I knew that I shirked jobs around the house, and didn’t help out as much as I should. The half-beliefs and excuses I had used, convinced myself of, and hidden behind so much recently, were lying in tatters on the floor, and I could see their pathetic futility and smell their stink of faux self-righteousness. I was properly embarrassed by my own immaturity.

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Karen felt aroused slightly, which made her feel even more of a naughty girl. But stood before Mummy as she scolded her was such a mixture of feelings. Her pubic hair had grown, it was now a delightful mixture of light fair hair with a hint of ginger, like her hair. The mirror of the dressing table was behind her, so Mummy could see her bottom, a bottom she was so proud of, like her new breasts, pert, and pleasingly plump.When she went to catch the bus now, it was wiggle of a young woman. Even the man with the bowler hat who sat in the same seat every day started to smile, and greet her with a tipping of the hat. She had no idea that he began to see her differently, she just assumed it was cordial familiarity with a regular person he saw on the bus. Our unique long-standing event - it happens just once a year - where we joyfully celebrate this English vice. The shop assistant was indeed a W.I. member, and knew the women in the village. Mummy knew that it would soon be common knowledge that she was now armed. I felt the cane touch again, though this time the flesh was as tender and as sensitive as I could imagine it being. I flinched again.