12-19-2020, 12:40 PM
Ronnie kept blinking away tears as he tried to lift some of his weight off the mat on top of his naughty boy stool.
One of his first tasks for Matron when they had met was making his stool. It was only a short stool, so when he was sitting on it, his knees would be up high and his weight all on his bottom. Then in one of the most embarrassing trips, Matron had taken him to collect a custom made small mat, sized to fit on the stool seat, made of prickly coconut husk, with "Naughty Boy" across it. The receptionist had snickered when she was handing it to them. His blushing attempt to say it was for a pet obviously didn't convince her. Matron destroyed his alibi when she said "Come along Ronnie, we need to get that mat on your stool."
Ronnie had come to dread seeing that stool sitting in the naughty corner of his nursery. Matron used it not only for his corner times, but also for when he wrote lines. Standing on it in bare feet facing the corner, he would get his legs smacked each time he tried to lift a foot. The extra height meant that Matron could smack or use her "nursery strap" right across his thighs below his nappies.
But "writing lines" was her regular punishment when he broke one of the rules. This time Ronnie had embarrassed Matron in front of one of her friends by forgetting to curtsey when serving her tea. After a thorough scolding, Matron had ordered him to bring his "naughty boy stool" into the lounge room where there was also an empty corner. Every room had an empty corner.
Ronnie was in his "maids outfit" of black patent leather mary jane school sandals. Luckily Ronnie had managed not to scuff them because he still remembered the strapping he had received for "not looking after his clothes". He had short socks with frilly edges and a very short "maid's dress" that had his locked peepee on show as well as his bottom.Â
Matron's friend suggested that he be made to practice his curtsey so he had been made to stand on his stool, and curtsey over and over while they drank their tea and chatted. Every time he made a mistake or lost his balance, they had kept count.
The count had reached almost 100 by the time they were finished their tea.
He came in front of Matron and her friend, they had arranged themselves on two chairs facing each other. After one final curtsey and apology, he was pulled over their knees each one locking a leg around his and pulling his legs apart so that his bottom was completely on display.
The spanking started with both of them smacking and slapping his bottom with their hand. The relentless and continuous smacks soon had him howling his apologies and earnestly pleading that he would behave. When one of them would tire, the other would begin again.
Finally he was allowed up and was almost dancing, his hands desperately rubbing his bottom, his little peepee in its steel cage bouncing. Matron lead him by his ear, making him take off his shoes and socks before standing him on his stool in the corner, nose touching, hands behind his back. It wasn't long before the mat on his bare feet began to itch and hurt and he lifted a foot, only to have Matron's nursery strap land across his thighs. Her friend took the opportunity to add hand smacks in the same areas, leaving Ronnies bottom and thighs crimson to his knees.
Finally Matron took him out of standing on the corner, only to have him turn around to face the room. She strapped a dummy in his mouth before handing him his punishment book. Ronnie moaned with hurt as she forced him to sit, the mat prickling his well spanked bottom.
He started his lines, writing carefully "I will not embarrass Matron in front of her friends again." All of his weight was on his bottom and the mat as the lines filled the page.
One of his first tasks for Matron when they had met was making his stool. It was only a short stool, so when he was sitting on it, his knees would be up high and his weight all on his bottom. Then in one of the most embarrassing trips, Matron had taken him to collect a custom made small mat, sized to fit on the stool seat, made of prickly coconut husk, with "Naughty Boy" across it. The receptionist had snickered when she was handing it to them. His blushing attempt to say it was for a pet obviously didn't convince her. Matron destroyed his alibi when she said "Come along Ronnie, we need to get that mat on your stool."
Ronnie had come to dread seeing that stool sitting in the naughty corner of his nursery. Matron used it not only for his corner times, but also for when he wrote lines. Standing on it in bare feet facing the corner, he would get his legs smacked each time he tried to lift a foot. The extra height meant that Matron could smack or use her "nursery strap" right across his thighs below his nappies.
But "writing lines" was her regular punishment when he broke one of the rules. This time Ronnie had embarrassed Matron in front of one of her friends by forgetting to curtsey when serving her tea. After a thorough scolding, Matron had ordered him to bring his "naughty boy stool" into the lounge room where there was also an empty corner. Every room had an empty corner.
Ronnie was in his "maids outfit" of black patent leather mary jane school sandals. Luckily Ronnie had managed not to scuff them because he still remembered the strapping he had received for "not looking after his clothes". He had short socks with frilly edges and a very short "maid's dress" that had his locked peepee on show as well as his bottom.Â
Matron's friend suggested that he be made to practice his curtsey so he had been made to stand on his stool, and curtsey over and over while they drank their tea and chatted. Every time he made a mistake or lost his balance, they had kept count.
The count had reached almost 100 by the time they were finished their tea.
He came in front of Matron and her friend, they had arranged themselves on two chairs facing each other. After one final curtsey and apology, he was pulled over their knees each one locking a leg around his and pulling his legs apart so that his bottom was completely on display.
The spanking started with both of them smacking and slapping his bottom with their hand. The relentless and continuous smacks soon had him howling his apologies and earnestly pleading that he would behave. When one of them would tire, the other would begin again.
Finally he was allowed up and was almost dancing, his hands desperately rubbing his bottom, his little peepee in its steel cage bouncing. Matron lead him by his ear, making him take off his shoes and socks before standing him on his stool in the corner, nose touching, hands behind his back. It wasn't long before the mat on his bare feet began to itch and hurt and he lifted a foot, only to have Matron's nursery strap land across his thighs. Her friend took the opportunity to add hand smacks in the same areas, leaving Ronnies bottom and thighs crimson to his knees.
Finally Matron took him out of standing on the corner, only to have him turn around to face the room. She strapped a dummy in his mouth before handing him his punishment book. Ronnie moaned with hurt as she forced him to sit, the mat prickling his well spanked bottom.
He started his lines, writing carefully "I will not embarrass Matron in front of her friends again." All of his weight was on his bottom and the mat as the lines filled the page.