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Apple Tree Switches - by AL Purvis (Posted 09 / 25 / 08)

I looked at the two women looking back at me in anticipation. I took a deep breath and unbuttoned my silk blouse. My abbreviated push-up bra drew 'oohs' from Lilly and Sue. I assumed they were less impressed with its perfect fit and color than they were with the cost of it, probably more than their entire wardrobes, combined. I put my arms in the babydoll dress and lowered it over my head. I had to remove my hand-tooled cowboy boots to get out of my designer jeans. While I was putting my boots back on I remember that the bikini panties I wore weren't much more than a thong! My panties matched the bra and don't make visible panty-lines in my tight fitting jeans, but, of course, should never be worn under a short dress. I was afraid to mention this to Lilly or Sue, since one of them might have a spare pair of panties and, clean or not, I would never wear panties another woman had worn, nor would I consider donning undies from Wal-Mart. I would simply have to avoid bending over or standing too close to the front edge of the stage.

Chrysalis - by C. Flint (Posted 09 / 25 / 08)

Suzanne stepped into the dress and fastened it up the back. She spun around watching her reflection in the full length mirror on the door of her closet. The loose flowing skirt came down to the middle of her calves -- much longer than the skirts she now wore -- but it could be folded back with ease to reveal her bottom.

Pleased with her decision, Suzanne turned around to look at her backside in the mirror. Experimentally she reached down and gathered the skirt around her waist. She winced when she saw her bottom in the mirror. It looks so big, she thought, how can Larry love a bottom so big. Vowing to make another stab at the exercise tapes gathering dust in the corner of her living room, Suzanne looked again and discovered another problem.

Pantyhose, she thought. Pantyhose is all wrong. There's nothing sexy about pantyhose. Especially, she thought, when it bags around my knees after he pulls it down. Suzanne thought briefly about the tartan skirt again and considered wearing knee socks. That idea was soon discarded. I would, she thought, look silly. I would look like a mature woman dressing like a schoolgirl; Larry wouldn't like that.

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Desire by Bonnie (Posted 09 / 25 / 08)

Her own need was becoming more insistent, a gnawing ache the cried out to her for satisfaction. His torment was hers as well. But it wasn't quite time yet for it to end. Almost reluctantly, she picked up the cat-of-six-tails. She began by lightly swishing the supple, soft strips of soft leather all over his body, starting with his up-stretched arms. Round and round his body she went, paying special attention to all the his little sensitive spots- his underarms and sides, the backs of his knees and most of all his groin. Back and forth and up and down she flicked the tails on his most sensitive area. She was almost mesmerized by the twitching dance of his penis as it responded to the rhythm of the cat. Nearly jealous of the sensations he was enjoying, she changed the pattern of the strokes and brought the strips around to stimulated her body as well as his, making the tails lick at her mound and thighs and then return to cock and balls. It was an ecstacy of shared "punishment". Just one more thing, she promised herself; just one more thing before release. She moved round to his back side and began to flail at his buttocks in earnest. _He was being punished after all._ His moving hips betrayed the renewal of pain in his bottom. It wasn't quite enough to completely dampen his ardor as gauged by his semi-hard penis.

Faulty Directions - by Victoria (Posted 09 / 25 / 08)

"You didn't count, so this will be one." I drew back the paddle and swung. Al rocked on his feet but he didn't fall over. He waited a moment before he yelled out "One."

I swung again. His cheeks were reddening fast. I could see the first two strokes distinctly. I added a third. He rocked and called out "Two!" His voice sounded just a bit strangled like this was taking a greater toll on him than he had imagined.

I swung again and again. He rocked and counted. I stared at his tush. I was turning a dark, dark red. His cheeks weren't meaty to begin with. I was still making an imprint with the paddle. They were going in exactly where the paddle was landing and the skin around it was extending over it. When I drew the paddle away, I could see the white form of the paddle before the colors changed before my eyes.

He kept rocking with each smack. He didn't fall over and I was beginning to wonder how he was staying on his feet when he counted and added the word "Please."

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Mrs. Bates, Part II - by Jason (Posted 09 / 25 / 08)

"You three should know how hard she is to turn down," added Hayley, a five-five attractive blue eyed blond, also the daughter of a wealthy family. She was Deena's roommate and also willingly submitted to Mrs Bates' discipline.

"I asked Miss Deena and Miss Hayley to participate to insure that the three of you receive equal punishment," said Mrs Bates. "I doubt if I could apply the strap with equal vigor to all three of your bottoms in the number of strokes necessary to insure a proper chastisement. Miss Deena, Miss Hayley, and I will rotate after five. Now, young ladies, you will bend over the sides of your chairs, your hands and feet touching the floor and your naughty behinds well up for the straps." She held her strap in both hands "As you can see, they are two inches wide, eighteen inches long, and a well oiled single ply of leather. It's not the worst strap we could've used, but applied to your bare bottoms in sufficient numbers, they will accomplish what they're designed to do."

Shannon hesitated, remembering how she had applied a strap to a naked Deena and Hayley when the two had failed to clean up their apartment after a party the night before. Would they use this opportunity as a payback for that harsh punishment?

Amanda - by Helier (Posted 09 / 25 / 08)