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Date Posted: 22:58:43 05/05/08 Mon
Author: Kim
Subject: Student Housing In The Old Days

Back about 25 years ago it was rare if it existed at all that student housing was co-ed. They also had house mothers who could be strict disciplinarians. My house mother was very strict and wasn't squeemish about dishing out punishment.
My house mother was a fairly attractive, though straight laced and very strong woman, probably about 40, although at the time I thought she was ancient.
The sound of spankings and paddlings and the cries of young women were frequently heard resounding throughout the house. I heard many of them, but I was a good girl and never thought I be one of them.
I distinctly remember my first like it was yesterday. I was no stranger to spankings. My mom spanked me until I went off to college. Maybe that is why I was a good girl. Spankings were something I wished to avoid. Our curfew on weeknights was 9:30 and bed time at 11:00. One night I snuck in just before midnight. I was detained for some silly reason, but nothing too naughty. Just when I thought I was safely inside my room, the door opened and the house mother escorted me to the den. I had never seen the den before and it was a scary place. A couch, a desk, a few chairs, a variety of paddles, straps and rods hanging on the wall. I looked in amazement and horror and my heart was pounding out of my chest.
The house mother went to the desk drawer and selected a thick oval paddle much like an old fashioned hairbrush as I stood in fromnt of the couch. Without a word she undid my jeans, pulled them to my ankles, then yanked my panties down. She sat on the couch and just stared me down for what had to be a good couple of minutes before lecturing me in a low but stern voice. Not only was I in trouble for being late, but for sneaking in and, if I remember, having alcohol on my breath. Finally she guided me over her lap and the spanking began. That was one hell of a hard and furious spanking on my butt and hind legs that had to have lasted 5 minutes. I was crying my head off and begging her to stop.
Her hand was nothing compared to when that paddle began raining down on my burning butt. Oh, that was torture. It never even occurred to me this whole time that everyone in the house and probably two blocks away could hear the whole thing. At some point I had kicked my pants off.
I was directed to the corner until I could stop crying. Then I received a long lecture and ordered to head for my room in my panties holding my jeans. I couldn't sleep at all that night and sitting in classes the next day was not at all comfortable.
That was my first, but certainly not my last.

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