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I Was Strapped On The Palms Of The Hands In The Third Grade!

Most recently I Was Forced To ***** Naked
I Was Forced To ***** Naked To Get The Palms Of My Hands Strapped!
The rule was that i had to look her in the eyes.
If i looked down at her **** then i would really get super thrashed!

During a one hour session a moderate ten strap strokes right up to the elbow happens to me to fill up a circle of events. The little yellow bruise marks on my forearm i call "girl marks."

I am also spanked over the knee about the same number of times, so while my hands recover my *** gets it.

I love having my hands strapped because it has a "gloving" effect: i feel like i am still in physical contact with the strapper for hours afterwards, and i feel warm and cared for.

A "hard school" strapping where the pain goes right through the palm is also possible, and would preclude the unlimited succession of moderate strappings that so spice up good old fashioned corporal punishment as the resilience would be gone. Such a strapping would have to be a last event in a corporal
punishment session.

I would say five moderate strappings an hour is what i have been enjoying and i think it will work well for others, especially in winter. It does for me.

When the matter was serious, teachers in Canada used to strap the hands, ten on each up to grade eight, TWENTY on each after that, so hard that the naughty boy didn't need gloves the next day;

Some schools gave only this kind of strapping and were known as "hard" schools. In Alberta it is done over the side of the palm and harness leather is used.

Here in Ontario i don't know what they used but it was something like the belting they use between the wheels on farm equipment.

i got a moderate school strapping in the third grade, and basically the same from a number of women as an adult, and i always INSIST upon it. It helps to shut me down, to pacify me.

The eye to eye contact doesn't embarrass me but rather leaves me with a feeling of bonding and intimacy that is unforgettable.

Go to your nearest charity shop and you can do like i do and get, after a number of visits to check things out, a razor strap quality belt for less than a US$ buck.

The woven leather belts at Sally Ann, etc. can be unwoven into very good whips, and cost the same amount--a perfect errand for a slave!

I forgot to mention the fact that when you strap the palms of the hands from the side, you can do so in such a way that the strap curls around and hits the back of the hand as well.

There are excellent leather belts at charity shops at a cost of ninety-nine cents and i suggest you send a slave on an errand to get a really GOOD one for you and then follow your instructions in preparing it by removing the buckle (which is often worth five times what the strap cost!) and gluing the ends together if you wish;

If you don't glue the ends together, of course, you can hold each end of the strap in one hand and make loud leather cracking sounds, causing delicious shivers.

I give such items away to professional domintrices in sets of eight and they become part of their core collection right away.

I don't clean women's toilets for them but i do make tons of good leather straps and whips which i am only too glad to present to them.

Some of them have "Strap drawers" containing only straps i have made for them, and you deserve at least one "Strap drawer slave."

I defy anyone to produce such pleasure for a mere eight dollars.

Some years ago i gave a set of eight straps to a lady from New York State and did she ever purple *** tan my hide, buttocks and backs of the legs.

I regret you weren't there to egg her on--it is a highlight of my life.

Oddly enough, my mother (1914-1997) was a girlie girl grade school teacher, but as was the custom of the day she strapped hell out of her bad boy's hands, the bigger they came the harder she t-h-r-a-s-h-e-d.

By contrast, she super-indulged me.
Pretend that you are giving some of the super lickings i should have gotten, and you won't be far wrong: men are just big babies and a jolt of responsibility is not a bad thing.

Please go, enjoy life, and be happy, and i will be happy that you are happy!
harvard2 harvard2 61-65, M Aug 16, 2013

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