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.

Ava Learns to Spell - by Ida (Posted 09 / 18 / 08)

The sudden lifting of its weight signals his intention to begin in earnest. A peak over my shoulder confirms it, the red rubber monster is raised over my extremely vulnerable hindquarters, preparing to strike.

SMACK...SMACK...SMACK....

AHH...ARGH...OWWWW.NNNNOOOOOO, my head snaps up and a lift my small foot slightly.

"Now, young lady, lets start with your more obvious errors," he intones "UMM...shall we begin with page one, again. There are several noticeable types, poor spacing and apostrophe marks out of place. And you completely omitted two words."

WHACK...SPLAT...SMACK

Barbie Grows Up - by Barbie (Posted 09 / 18 / 08)

Sometimes she wished...well, she wished that she could call the social service department of the state and have Uncle Grant arrested for child abuse. The social worker would come and see how impossible he was to her. How he had too many rules and regulations and how he spanked her when she disobeyed him. That social worker would take her out of his house and take her over to a nice Uncle. One who understood children--especially nearly grown up young ladies. One who would never raise his voice. One who would suggest that she not be out too late but never mind what time she got home. He would understand that sometimes a person lost track of time when she was having a good time. An uncle would encourage her to go out with lots of guys so she would have some experience and be able to tell when Mr. Right came along. He would like any boy that she liked. If she wanted to run around with the motorcycle crowd, he wouldn't say a word. And if she thought that smoking would make her fit in, he wouldn't mind. He would understand that she had to experiment to discover what she wanted out of life. And this uncle would hire a maid just for her. He would never insist that she keep her own room straight. He might insist that she study, but if she got an occasional "C" he wouldn't get all bent out of shape. And he would never spank her.

At the Old Ballgame - by Dr. Ken (Posted 09 / 11 / 08)

Elaine finally joined the other two over the desk.

The principal moved forward slowly, and stopped at Theresa's left side. "Theresa,” he said, "do you have anything to say before I carry out your punishment"” A quick shake of the head was the only reply, the long blonde hair flying in every direction. "Okay,” he said. He placed his left hand on the small of her back, and lightly tapped her buttocks with the wooden paddle.

Theresa, feeling more miserable by the second, couldn't help but softly cry out, "Ow, ow”, even though he had done it without using any force. There was a brief pause. Everything seemed to stand still. Then, Principal Fairchild pulled the paddle back, and swung it unerringly on target.

Elena - by Helier (Posted 09 / 11 / 08)

Glen was letting her wait again but she was happy to stand there on display. Her shorts were still pooled around her ankles and her panties were fluffed out like a little frill just under her buttocks. She felt deliciously embarrassed to be seen like this even though only Glen could see her.

She imagined what it would be like if her boss, Mr Anyers, persuaded Glen to do this to her at the office and then invited all her clients to watch her being disciplined. They would all parade behind her to look at her panties and her bare bottom. Some of them would ask if they could smack her too and Glen would allow them each to have one smack. Some of them would feel sorry for her and only pat her bottom but others would give her the hardest slap they could and she would cry with the shame. After they were finished Glen would give Mr Anyers a belt and invite him to punish her as much as he liked. He would give her a wicked strapping that would make her howl and dance even though she was bent over for it with her hands on her knees. After that Glen would make her stay bent over, crying, while Mr Anyers pushed his cock into her bottomhole and came inside her.

Mrs. Stoners, Part 2 - by RLC (Posted 09 / 04 / 08)

Kathy was caught in a dilemma, she desperately wanted to accept, but on the other hand she couldn't. She was under Uncle Lee's control. And if Uncle Lee did in fact let her go on the date, he would never allow her to wear normal adult clothing. He had made that clear enough. He also made it clear that he was not one to debate with. He had a habit of ending debates with a good panties down bottom warming.

"Ummm.. Tom... I'd... Ah. I'd really like to go out with you..... but..... Well... Uncle Lee and I are really close, and I came out here just to see him, and he'll be hurt if I spoil his plans. You've talked to him, and I hope you can understand. I mean I love him, but his view of women is like something out of the old west. He thinks an unmarried woman should not even go on a date unescorted. I know this sounds ridiculous, but you have to know Uncle Lee to appreciate what I mean. I couldn't hurt him, but I would really like you to ask again after I get back to Philadelphia. In fact I'll take you out too Bookbinders for seafood next week, how about it?"

You Wouldn't Dare - by MD (Posted 09 / 04 / 08)

"Oh, daddy!" she pleaded, "I've never...never been spanked! It hurts so, please! My bottom's on fire!"

He reached for her, pulling her forcefully across his knees, then prepared her clothing as her mother had. "We love you, Sharon, but we are very angry with you and your bottom's going to burn a lot more. You're a grown woman and you're going to be spanked like one!" He raised a knee slightly, elevating her behind across his lap, and raised the paddle.

SMACK!!!! "Aieeee!!! Oooo! Dad..eeee!!"

Mrs. Stoners, Part I - by RLC (Posted 08 / 28 / 08)

"Yes... Yes... I'll never ever smoke again... please stop....pleeeease." The spanking stopped and Kathy felt momentary relief. It was short-lived however, as she felt Sue's fingers reach into the tops of her panties. "I'm not so sure you've learned your lesson yet, young lady. We'll just peel down these panties and work on your bare bottom a while to make sure." "No...No...please let me keep my panties... please." As Kathy pleaded the panties plummeted downward. Kathy about died of humiliation, as in the mirror she saw her most private parts being exposed for all present to see. Shortly the spanking resumed and until it was completed Kathy was kicking and crying like the 5 year old she was dressed like. The spanking eventually ended, and Kathy was set upright. Her hands immediately went to her hiney trying to rub the sting out. She looked through tear-stained eyes at the shocked expressions on the faces of the women who had observed her shameful experience, and just cried harder. Sue left the stall and closed the door behind her, giving Kathy some privacy. She reached down and pulled up her panties from her knees. This was particularly painful due to their tight fit. Outside she heard Sue telling the ladies that the show was over. Sue then knocked at the door and told Kathy she had 5 minutes to compose herself and to meet her outside. If she wasn't outside by that time she was going to get Mr. Edwards who would spank her bottom out in the terminal itself. She also was told to wash off all her makeup. Naughty little girls were not allowed to wear makeup and if Mr. Edwards saw any she would be sorry.

Joella Steps Out - by Tess (Posted 08 / 28 / 08)

"I am grown up, Ken Larkin. Much too old to spank anymore! If my father can't see that, at least you can, can't you?"

Ken looked her up and down, then shook his head. "A fancy hairdo, a lot of makeup, a slinky dress ... what you look like, Joella, is a little girl playing at being a slut. And the immature, irresponsible way you've acted tonight goes a long way in showing me that you aren't grown up. Also that it's been too long since you got your butt blistered or you wouldn't even think of acting like you did tonight. I reckon your Dad can straighten you out real damned fast...but I'm going to add my bit right now if you don't get down here by the count of three. One...two..."

"Ken! All right!" cried Joella, as Ken opened his mouth to say three and started to come up the steps at the same time. Hobbling on her one shoe, she gave in. "Only would you go in and get my other shoe? I just bought them today and they cost a lot..."

Wake Up Call - by Cerissa (Posted 08 / 21 / 08)

“ I didn’t say that I wanted to paddle you, Catherine. This is a method of last resort. But the only alternative you’ve left me is to fire you. So I have to weigh the options. On the one hand, I can lose a good writer and have to train someone else. On the other, I can give you a spanking that you’ll never forget, followed by one last opportunity to prove that you can remember to show up on time. The mere fact that I’m offering you the option should tell you which I prefer. I’d hate like hell to lose you. But the final choice is up to you. Which will it be?”

Katrina & I - by Vanessa Fielding (Posted 08 / 21 / 08)

He allowed himself the start of a smile. “Not at all, my dear. You would have only increased your punishment-- which, I assure you, you will find difficult enough to take.”

Even his hand can hurt me, of course, but I admit, I was not that afraid. We had brought nothing along to play with, so what could he use but his hand or his belt? (Katrina looks at me with just a trace of condescension as she tells me this, since she knows I fear belts quite a bit. I look a little condescending in return, since I always play as a mature woman with my lover, never as a wayward girl. As I say. We are a little competitive with one another.)

So I smiled (Katrina continued), perhaps with a touch of impertinence, at his threat, but he did not elaborate on it. Just smiled a little more broadly as he dropped my chin, then turned his gaze to the stand of trees around us.

The Stanley Family Scrapbook, Part II - by Mike Burke (Posted 08 / 14 / 08)

This set off a further plea for forgiveness from Connie who didn’t take her punishments as well as her younger sister. Part of that reason may have been that at 5-foot3-, the eldest daughter did not have as much bottom area to spank. It might also be that her milky white skin seemed to be more delicate than her athletic sister’s rump and reddened much more rapidly and bruised more easily.

?Oh please...for God’s sake..don’t spank me with that thing,” Connie groaned as her mother took a seat on the chair. Even as the mother grabbed her daughter’s right arm and pulled her over the waiting lap, the 21-year old pleaded for a lessening of her sentence. Connie even thought she might have gotten through with her please when she saw her mother hand the hairbrush to her father as he stood to one side.

?For this punishment,” Gene explained as he waved the instrument at his oldest, you will get a hand spanking from your mother and then I will take the seat and you will go over my lap for a workout with the hairbrush.”

Uncle Bob's Girls - by Jason (Posted 08 / 14 / 08)

Beth nodded and pushed her panties down to her knees, not embarrassed about showing her intimate areas to her disciplinarian. She lay over his lap and said, "Please spank me as long and hard as you think necessary, Uncle Bob."

"I intend to, young lady." Her request was granted and Bob carried out his intentions. He spanked her with harder swats than Cathy and Amy had felt. He didn't stop at twenty-five either, adding ten that were the hardest of all. At first, Beth, like the others, yelped screamed, sobbed, tried to squirm off his lap, and frantically kicked at the air with her legs until the twentieth. Unlike Cathy and Amy, she didn't beg for it to stop or protest about how hard he spanked. She jerked spasmodically, her head bobbing up and down for the last fifteen, but lay still and limp between the hard swats.

He had to help Beth stand and almost had to carry her to the bedroom to join Cathy and Amy. After helping her lie down on her stomach, he went to the bathroom and brought back a box of cold packs. Before using them, he looked at three red and sore female bottoms, the result of his handiwork; Cathy on the right, Amy in the middle, and Beth on the left of his king size bed. Beth's was the deepest shade of red and would take longer to recover which is what he intended. He admitted to himself that he had enjoyed turning them over his lap, pulling down their panties, and spanking their bare bottoms to bright red. He hoped they had learned something from it and repeat sessions wouldn't be necessary; at least right away. He broke open the coldpacks and placed one on each well spanked cheek. Cathy and Amy smiled up at him and murmured heartfelt "Thank you, Uncle Bob." Beth was still crying, but did try to smile at him in gratitude.

The Stanley Family Scrapbook, Part I - by Mike Burke (Posted 08 / 07 / 08)

Over and over the room reverberated with the report of the heavy wooden terror on the soft female flesh. It was like cannon fire each time that paddle forced the cheeks into a flattened state. Still, the orbs bounced back to shape each time before the punishment instrument was ready to fall again.

By the fifth stroke, Connie was sobbing at the top of her lungs and her whole face and upper chest were almost as red as her bottom from the effort of her crying. While her hands had always returned to the seat of the chair before the next stroke, number seven finally proved to be too much. The 21-year old leapt up and threw her hands to her flaming bottom and danced around behind the chair, her hands furiously trying to take some of the heat away.

Both of the women in the room were now feeling a little pang of sympathy for their breathren, but they knew that the punishment would continue. A paddling had never been cut short before in the Stanley household and today was not going to be an exception.

Understanding Emma - by Caroline (Posted 08 / 07 / 08)

"But it hurts, Gary....please, I'll never do it again," she sobbed and wriggled her rump under his appraising eyes.

"Stop squirming around, Emma, you're only getting what you deserve, and you know it." CRACK. "I almost lost you today...you missed that truck by inches. You could have been killed...Dammit!" he exploded and cracked her fanny hard. "How many times do you need to be reminded to drive carefully?"

"Owow! Ouch!"

"I ought to get the strap out and..."

"No! No, Gary, please...please. I'm sorry." Her voice choked with panic. The brush was awful, but the strap was both the object and agent of torturous imaginings. He had used it only once, on their honeymoon, and that seemed such a long time ago, but she remembered the burgundy welts and purpling bruises he forced her to see in the bedroom mirror. She remembered the shame and humiliation she endured as he left her, bottom bared and up over the low sofa back while she waited for him. Emma cringed at the memory of the lecture he subjected her to as she waited in that position. Gary then removed his jacket and slowly rolled up each shirt sleeve to elbow length, and then snapped the belt in the air to prolong her discomfiture..