The parents of Jemma Michelle give her the spankings she needs! Made to assume the Kneeling Spanking Punishment Position, her mom spanks her hard! Here is the 4th installment of Jemma Michelle’s report concerning her spankings and punishments. But now, she also learns not to clinch her bottom-cheeks when being spanked, as Ginger Root is used as a Butt Plug!
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Jemma Michelle writes as follows:
Hey again, it’s been a while!
So a while back my Fiancé sent you a message and it all got very blown out of proportion, he understands your professionalism but being that I spurred him on to give you my parents e mails…. who saw the blog and put 1-1… I’ll tell you later on how that went… but he thought you would be more accommodating. Regardless I should have told you ahead of time. This is my fault and I’m sorry sir.
The point here is that I do not provide information to anyone except the girls who write to me … even their fiancé or parents … especially their parents! Many years ago in Texas, a mom saw letters that her daughter was sending me, and then read the ones I sent her telling her that she needed a good spanking. Her mom wrote to me, followed by my phone call to her, and we arranged to meet along with her daughter. I went to their home and rang the doorbell. The daughter, who was 20-years-old, greeted me at the door naked. She said: “Come on in. Mom and I are waiting for you to spank me.” We went to the living room where the girl immediately knelt on the floor in front of the chair where I sat down. Her mom and I discussed the problems her daughter was having in school, and at home—not getting her chores done, not studying as she should, coming home past curfew and other such things that girls normally do. Her mom said: “I made June go and get a hairbrush that you are to use on her. You can spank her for as long as you want and as many times as you want. I think you should spend the weekend and spank her several times each day, starting tonight.” With that, I made June crawl over my knee and administered a 10-minute spanking. Then I sent her to her room to wait for her Before-Bedtime Spanking. As she obeyed, her mom and I talked about the need for the spankings June and I had been discussing through the mail. (Internet was not available at that time, and it would take a couple of weeks just to respond to a few problems.) After an hour or so, I went to June’s room, took her over my knee and spanked her again for 5 minutes as her mom stood in the doorway and watched. Then I sent her to bed and told her to be up at 6:30 in the morning (Saturday) for her first of many spankings that she was going to receive that day, and again on Sunday. While June needed the spankings she got, she did not really appreciate the fact that her mom had walked in on her as she was writing her letter to me and saw all of the letters I had written to her. Although I did arrange with June’s mom to administer the spankings to June, I am more careful after that to not talk with parents unless the daughter knows about it and asks me to do so.
Jemma Michelle continues:
My mother saw your blog post and showed my father after James sent it their way and they were…. interested… intrigued. By my little outlet and by your post and ideas and possibly videos.. This is mainly what I heard from my fiancé on the car ride over to my parents’ house.
James told me to dress comfortably but minimally for the occasion. So I put on my favorite rainbow toe socks, my sweatpants that said juicy on the butt and just a long sleeved t-shirt with a slight v. The usual undergarments as well, just some full bottom panties and a sports bra because I kind of knew what was going on and it was comfortable.
Jemma Michelle continues:
As soon as I entered the house my mother gave me a hug, and told me that she loved me. And then took me by the hand and guided me into the living room. Immediately I saw all the implements on the ottoman laid out evenly spaced from one another. A few I had seen before such as the dreaded wood hairbrush, my father’s thick brown leather belt. And the tawse, but there were a few new ones such as a large see though paddle with more than a dozen holes. A few short bamboo looking sticks the length of a class ruler and a wood paddle that was a width of a paint stick, but extraordinarily thick, with a few large holes drilled into it. Over on the end table was a kettle….. And some weird root looking things that I was not sure what they were at all. But my father was sitting there with his knife whittling away at them. (I would later understand that these were ginger roots.)
See photo below as to how a ginger root can be fashioned into a Butt Plug!
Jemma Michelle continues:
My mother first brought us out some hot drinks. I got my usual tea and James opted for coffee. And after taking our first few sips my mother said something to the effect of “So we have read some of your…. our…. lives on some website.” She left it hang in the air for some time. I was blushing red, I could feel my face roughing up… looking at my toe socks, and to my fiancé as my mom continued. “Your father and I have read your little blog story, and we were wondering if you would like to speak to us about it?” I was beet red, I had a few tears rolling out of my eyes because I’ve wanted to tell my mother so much, but I felt that I couldn’t for whatever reason. And I blurted out something to the effect of “Oh…I – I don’t really know where to start…” stumbling through every single word. And that’s when she said it…..
“We think…and correct us if we’re wrong, but we think that you enjoy, and need….” she once again just let the thought hang in the air but I knew exactly what that final word was. So I said “Spankings.” And my mother proceeded with something to the effect of “Yes dear” and in the middle of it I ran over and hugged her. And cried on her shoulder. I was so emotional and I just opened up to them. I told them that I wanted to keep on track with my school and my studies and that I was so sorry for being a bridezilla, and that I really wanted to be a better person and I wanted to be just like my mom and that they were my heroes growing up and how much I loved them but sometimes I felt that I could never keep on track with my life unless there was some type of physically guiding force to get me there. I told them that when they spanked me it really hurt, less now than it used to because I’ve grown up a lot since when they started but that it was one of the only things they did that really kept me on track. And that James was trying but with his work taking up so much of his time and energy I wasn’t getting the guidance I needed and all I really want is to be an amazing wife, and to pass all my classes but it was really, really, REALLY hard to do without getting proper attention, and I kept apologizing to them. I kept saying how I was so sorry and how I wanted them to be proud of me.
A girl feeling the need to be spanked to help them “keep on track” is actually quite common. Many girls have written to me asking whether they were “different”, but were very pleased when I informed them that there are many, many girls who have written and asked to be spanked. Their own feelings were validated.
Jemma Michelle continues:
My mother reassured me of how proud she was of me, she told me that I was very brave to have said all of that to them and how she hoped we could be more open going forward. I was so relieved! Now through all of this my father didn’t seem nearly as pleased but didn’t say anything, he just handed my mother his carved thingys and said – “This one first”, as he handed her the smallest one. Second – a little larger – And this is third and possibly if you need it, he handed her a root that was the size of large candle. and kissed my mother on the forehead before beckoning to my fiancée “James, how about we go get a drink in the basement and let these 2 ladies carry on?” As my father made his way down the basement steps my fiancée put down a little jar that said – “After care” and some gloves and told my mother “Use it liberally when you’re finished, I want to make sure she studies all day tomorrow,” and followed my father into the basement.
So now it was just my mom, and after James left she held me for a second and said, “Well darling I guess we better start.” I got up, and knelt in front of her holding her hands the entire time and told her “I love you and I need whatever you’re going to give me.” Letting go of one of my hands she stroked my hair and said, “Place your face on the carpet, and hold your ankles.” So I did, and that’s when I felt the first smack of the brush on my bottom. My mother was sitting on the couch with me in front of her. She continued till I was squirming and suddenly I heard the “DING” (it had been 5 minutes) of the egg timer, and then I felt her thumbs in my waistband as she lowered my sweat pants exposing my panties and she started the kettle. Continuing with the hairbrush, I was squirming about, I brought my legs together and I was told I was clenching a lot. My eyes began to fill with tears but right before I started into a cry the kettle switch clicked…. my mother picked it up, poured the boiling water onto a dish cloth, came back over to me and pulled down my panties, and placed the hot, hot, HOT dish cloth onto my bottom as she stroked my back telling me to keep still…… and then she showed me the root thingys. “When you clench up I don’t enjoy this so much, so these are here to stop you from doing that. I’m going to use these from here on out till you can prove to me that you no longer need them. Do you understand?” I nodded. And after a few minutes my mom removed the wash cloth and I felt the bulb push against my bottom and with a little pop sound it was in.
I have previously discussed having a girl get in a shower and run hot water on her bottom to get it very hot so her spanking hurts more. But, I like Jemma Michelle mom’s “technique” much better. Just get a washcloth very hot with steaming water and place it right on the girl’s cheeks. This can be repeated until her bottom is as desired. This will probably result in a spanking that hurts even more since her bottom will not have a chance to cool off as she runs from the shower. I have greatly appreciated the reports from Jemma Michelle since she provides details that expand on what I have previously done, and her punishments result in much more effective punishments.
Jemma Michelle continues:
And that’s when I felt it, the slight burning sensation that would grow on my little hole, and my mother picked up the see through paddle and started on my warm wet bottom. In moments I was crying, I was begging and telling her that I would be a good girl and that I would do better in school and that I would study more, that I would really turn my act around and that I could do better. And every time I felt the searing burn of the paddle come down on my rear end I would squeeze on what felt like a little piece of fire and immediately stop clenching. I learnt really, really fast to not clench … omg it was like she put a hot ember back there…and then after some time another ding….
And that’s when my father and James came back up the stairs. My mother called over to my Fiancé: “James come here, I need you to hold this,” handing him a larger ginger root. “Now it looks like Jemma hasn’t figured out not to clench during her spanking, so I’m going to need you to use these when you can. And here is how it works.” Grabbing the root sticking out she pulled the plug out of my bottom. “Now you put that one in.” Hesitantly my fiancée knelt down and started to push it in slowly…. omg it burned so much as he did that, but my mother stepped in: “Quickly James, she doesn’t have all day.” And with that he just pushed on it till it went right in. The shape naturally holding it in place. “Over the arm of the couch dear” was the next thing I heard and slowly I got up and bent over the arm of the couch, spreading my legs over its width, I watched as my mom grabbed the bamboo rod and set the egg timer to 10 minutes. My fiancée was sitting across from me with a drink in his hand, my father in the kitchen but would come back to see what kind of situation I was in and to inspect my bottom. She started on my thighs and worked her way up till I had a stripe on each leg about 1 inch apart. Little welts formed and I yipped and yowled the entire time, the little coal in my backside burning the entire time. I was begging for it to come out. My mother asking “Well do you think you can stop squeezing your little tush every time I paddle your behind then?” “Yes mom! Yes! Yes! Please, I can, I can!” was my response. And with that she continued with the bamboo until the timer went off. Taking it out afterwards I was a very sorry girl.
Being a “sorry little girl” is a frequent response from girls who have reported to me. They say how effective their spankings have been, and that being a sorry, little girl makes them even more effective. In fact, they want to be talked to as a “sorry little girl” and made to behave properly and do what they are told to do, and spanked hard when they disobey.
Jemma Michelle continues:
I told her that I would do so much better in class and that tomorrow was going to be a study only day. I promised a thousand times and she responded “I think we ought to make sure of that. How about you do those middle splits I read about?” My father was sitting in his reclining chair but at this point I only herd my mother’s words and as quickly as I could I was taking off my pants and panties and began to lower myself, feeling my red hot bottom skin get taught as I stretched into my middle splits, lowering myself until my ,,,,, girlhood touched the couch even with my legs. My mother once again soaked another dish towel and placed it on my bottom. “James I think we might need you to hold Jemma’s hands as I do this, and (her husband), make sure she doesn’t squeeze up, otherwise make sure that piece of ginger is ready to go.” And that’s when my mom grabbed the short thigh paddle and started on my cheeks. I was wailing, balling my eyes out. She was spanking my bottom thoroughly missing no untouched areas, bruising between my cheeks, I could feel the bite of the holes with every crack. I was begging James that I would be a better girlfriend, I promised him I would be the perfect wife gazing up into his eyes for strength, I told him that I loved him and that I would do anything for him and that’s when my mom started on my thighs and I couldn’t help it, I clenched up, and the next thing I felt was the ginger, it was large and it burned the same even if I wasn’t clenching. My mother continued till I was even and I was a sobbing mess….. And when I heard the ding I relaxed. and just balled my eyes out until my father took me by the hand and started to hand spank my little bottom till I was squealing all over again, over his knee with the root sticking out of my little butt, he smacked my butt harder than I ever felt before. Telling me as he continued that “You little girl deserve a properly smacked bottom“. Taking the root out to cover my checks entirely with his large hands and then to my astonishment putting it back in and locking my legs with his as he continued on my thighs down to almost the back of my knees! Spanking my little bottom till I stopped fighting him, till I stopped begging and squirming. Till I was a “proper good girl” and with a big hug from him and my mother, and a good cry. And lots of love and sentiments passed around.. I felt amazing.
Punishing a girl for “clenching” is quite appropriate and necessary. Clenching is a sign of resistance, and a girl must never resist her spanking. Also, continuing to spank her until she “gives in” to her spanking is also important. She must be spanked until there is no more resistance and but total acceptance of whatever is being done to her.
Jemma Michelle continues:
My mom poured me another tea and as I lay on the carpet, James started to rub the pepper cream onto my bottom…. it didn’t hurt or sting but it kept it warm for the rest of the night. And eventually the burning sensation from the ginger wore off….
Thank you for your blog Headmaster, since your post my family has really kept me on track, I’ve been spanked several times since then, I’m sorry I’m just now getting around to telling you about my little ordeal, it’s really affected me for the better!
All the best, Jem
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