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Susan's Reprogramming - Six Chapters - Now completed.
Life among several girlfriends - all of whom believe in spanking.

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Life among several girlfriends - all of whom believe in spanking.

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"I need to have a few words with you. Since you refuse to make yourself available at home, refuse to answer my calls or your mother's notes, I guess we'll have to talk here."

"Maybe we can meet after work then. I'm going to dinner and a show this evening, but I could meet you somewhere before that."

"You could," said my father, "but would you? Somehow I doubt it, going on your performance over the last several weeks. No, Tess, I want to talk to you and it's going to be now."

"Daddy!" I leaned forward to hiss urgently, casting my eyes back towards the inner offices behind the lobby, "You can't just come here and expect me to be able to drop everything. This is my job, I have to stay here on the desk. And besides, I don't see what there is to talk about."

"I'm sure you know exactly what I need to speak to you about. Don't think you can keep hiding from me, young lady, I won't allow it. You're going to at least listen to what I have to say and..."

"I don't have to!" I argued, yet in a low voice. "I'm on my own now, making enough money to support myself and you can't keep expecting me to do things your way!"

"I don't think you're quite in a position to be able to tell me what I can or can't do, young lady."

"She's a pretty one, Allen," Gram told me, "You certainly have an eye for the finer points of thoroughbred stock."

Brandi laughed, cast an appraising eye in my direction and said, "I have a good eye for good breeding too, Mrs. Davenport."

Brandi looked back to Gram, but I watched my date closely as Gram tested her for me. This was the moment of truth.

Gram spoke slowly and deliberately so I could observe Brandi's reactions. "You're not the first frisky filly Allen has put through her paces around here, Brandi."

Brandi's eyes glowed as she heard herself compared to a frolicsome foal.

"You'll discover that my grandson keeps a firm hand on the reins."

The younger woman puckered her mouth with pleasure from that thought.

"I hope you respond well," Gram told her.

Except the eyes of Ed Wilcox. She had gone too far now and he stared directly across the table at his beautiful wife, "I cannot believe your behavior this evening, Kimberly! We have had enough of your snide, cutting remarks and you owe an apology to Mrs. Harrington and everyone else at this table. You will do so immediately or..." he looked directly at her and completed his sentence in a slow, firm voice, "I shall be forced to give you a spanking!"

Kim smiled confidently back at her husband. He was obviously joking. He had never spanked her. No one had, at least not for years and years. So long ago that Kim could not remember the time or circumstances of her last childhood paddling. She could not remember whether it had been her mother or father, not that either had done it very often. Oh, Ed had threatened to spank her two or three times, but he never had. And those threats had been private ones when they'd been alone. Surely he wasn't going to do anything in public. She would call his bluff, she would back him down on his idle threat. "I don't feel any apology is called for," she sniffed defiantly.

A Poolside Paddling by David Stone (Posted 2-26-09)
Sean Victors ran the swimming pool at the Forestwood Country Club, and when he got to work on a sunny Thursday morning in July, he was not happy.

The registration counter was littered; in was supposed to be cleaned before closing each night. Worse, the supplies in the beach shop had not been restocked, and they'd have to be fully stocked by the time the pool opened in 20 minutes.

Damn it, he thought, somebody going to get a blistered bottom out of this.

" How could you embarrass me like that?" I was so furious I hadn't spoken to Diane since we left the party.

"How could you invite me to an Arms Control fund raiser?" she said as we entered my living room. "You know how I feel about wimpy Liberals."

"You could have been civil." I took off my suit coat.

She seemed pleased that she had pissed me off. I guess she could see that I'm macho enough to get huffy, even though I am a 'wimpy' Liberal.

"You didn't have to hold forth on peace being an anomaly and war being the natural state of world affairs," I said. I rolled up my sleeves.

The tall blond beauty watched quizzically. She said, "What are you doing?"

"Exercising the constitutional 'Right to Bear Arms' that you advocated ---"

I sat down on the coffee table, pulled her over my lap and flipped up her black dress and silky slip.

" --- and your Right to Bare Legs."

She hadn't planned to let this happen. Actually, she had been very careful not to leave the keys in the door after that last time and Ted's threat. It was because of the damn groceries. She had been carrying too many sacks and when she finally got the door open, she hadn't bothered to extract the keys. She had planned to get all the groceries into the house and get the keys out of the door. But she had left keys in the door too many times. She had a theory that she could find them and not lock herself out of the house if she left the keys in the door. However, Ted hadn't been impressed with her theory.

Betsy felt every muscle within her tighten as he said that word. "Aren't you hungry?" Anything to stall off the spanking.

"Yes, I'm hungry, but I'm also angry. I think I might enjoy the evening more after we clear the air, don't you?" After laying her keys on the table, Ted loosened his tie.

"I think we should talk about this. I went to the grocery today and had all those bags. I didn't drag you along. My hands were full--I just forgot. Surely I should have another chance?" Betsy could hear the whine almost pleading sound in her voice. She hated it.

He choked for real this time. Finally, he spluttered, "Lesson THREE? There's ten lessons you have to pass in order to qualify. You have two weeks left, and you're only on lesson THREE?"

"Well, I told you, it's difficult," she said, defensively.

Mike put his sandwich down, pushed his chair back, and brushed his hands together. "What you need, young lady, is some motivation."

"It's down the end of the street," Sally replied, "I-I just wanted to take it for a little ride."

"A LITTLE RIDE!" her Father yelled, "That car has no brakes! I told you to stay away from it! Where is it?"

He dropped the bundles and started down the street at a dead run. When he reached the top of the embankment and saw his beloved automobile sitting forlornly in the muddy water he looked as if he was going to be sick. Recovering he hurried back to the house.

"You," said Jigs, swinging around and pointing a finger at the man, "have work to do. This show opens in a bit over an hour and from the looks of things, you're going to be pressed for time. All of you, get to work. I have something important to take care of."

With that, Jigs left the stage, hauling a squirming, kicking, vituperative female in his wake. He heard a few "right ons" and "s'about times", a few "hey, he can't..." or "he's got no right"---but nothing was going to deter him from his purpose. Not this time.

Angelina felt the strength in Jigs's grip and automatically resisted the forward impetus. Even so, this man kept dragging her down the hall, his face set, his step firm. What did he think he was doing?

Patricia sipped her tea nervously and looked up at the Headmaster. He wasindeed, quite handsome for a man of his years. He was one of the fortunate who age had rewarded with increased good looks and health emphasized by his grey hair. If he were younger, Patricia would have been sexually attracted to him, but he was old enough to be her father, and indeed, that was the persona that he now put forth.

"Are you comfortable with your decision?” he asked, leaving the question open to interpretation.

"As far as Felicia is concerned, yes. She needed a firm hand to remind her that there are certain things that will not be tolerated. As to my own decision to be here, I can't really say. I'm very frightened, as you know, but I suppose her problems are as much my fault as her own. I haven't been doing my job, obviously, and I suppose that yesterday was the kind of shock that I needed to see that. I honestly don't know whether getting caned myself will serve any purpose,” she answered.

"Now, I don't know what your mother told you, but here is what's going to transpire. You are going to get six of the very best with the cane on your bare bottom,” began Mr. Marsh.

"WHAT?!” interrupted Felicia.

Mr. Marsh sighed and looked disgustedly at Patricia. "I thought this was explained to the young lady.”

"Mother! You didn't say anything about...,” began Felicia.

"Felicia,” explained Patricia, "canings are always given on the bare. I'm terribly sorry you didn't understand that, but I'm certainly not going to listen to any more discussion about this matter. You are going to get caned right now, and its going to be with your panties down! Is that understood?”

"Mother, please! Not like that!” begged the girl.

“Oh” said Don, looking over at Lisa. “Is this true, Lisa? Did you ride on the street and then dare Sylvia to?” Lisa hung her head and wouldn't answer. She couldn't answer, there was no way she could take a spanking like she had just witnessed. Even her own nightmare had been far short of that in total strokes. But, even unable to answer, she couldn't stop herself from nodding that what he was saying was true, even though she knew that sealed her own fate.

Turning back to Sylvia, still standing in front of him, naked for all practical purposes, Don took the time to look her up and down, adding to her humiliation and then said “To the corner, Sylvia. You are older than Lisa and you should have known better, so you don't get to watch her spanking. To the corner, nose to the wall and leave your panties down.”

"Well, my dear wife, this is the second or third time you've disobeyed my instructions and this is the last straw! You are going to learn, right now, that there is NO women's lib in this house!"

Without releasing his grip on her left arm, he grabbed her right earlobe with his other hand and none too gently marched her upstairs to the bedroom. He roughly deposited her on the bed, took off his tuxedo jacket and ominously rolled up his right sleeve. Joyce looked at her very angry husband with apprehension and trepidation chasing each other across her lovely, freckled face. "Peter!" she gasped. "What--what are you going to do?"

He placed a straight-backed chair in the center of the room and dragged her to it. "What your mother or father

The Headmistress and Deputy Headmistress were both present when they walked into the large study. The two women were studies in contrast. The Headmistress was a small German woman and the Deputy was a large blonde Swiss lady of about 35 years. Mrs. Dieter stood behind her desk and Miss Grunwald to the side while Linley and Martha trembled in front of the large oak desk. "You have both broken a very serious rule,” began the Headmistress in her heavy German accent. "What do you have to say for yourselves?”

"We're both quite sorry, Mrs. Dieter,” replied Linley. "We won't let it happen again.”

"Indeed not,” replied the woman. "But we cannot let this transgression go unpunished. Regretfully I have no choice but to strap each of you severely.”

Linley felt her heart sink into her stomach and Martha sobbed quietly.

"Miss Morgan” You will kindly wait outside the door while Miss Logan is dealt with!”

Questions and answers followed, and the twins were sent to their room to wait their dad's further orders. Then he turned on Heather, fixing her eyes with his. He was about 33 years old then, six feet tall, and all 190 pounds were solid and firm. "What's your phone number?" he asked picking up the instrument and waiting, his finger poised over the buttons. Heather spoke the numbers quietly, as he punched each digit, then held the phone to his ear. Heather could just about hear the ringing on the other end. Ringing that didn't end. Finally after about 30 seconds he put it down. "No answer." he said. "You stay here, while I go and give my daughters their spankings. I'll try to get through to your folks again later."

He turned to leave but she had stopped him. Even now she had no idea why she did what she had done. "Mr. Scott." she said. He stopped and turned towards her. "Couldn't you spank me too, rather than call my folks?" It just blurted out of her mouth like it had a will of its own, and she couldn't stop it. She had shocked herself, but realized immediately that a spanking would be a lot better than having her mom and dad find out about her misbehaviour.

Perkins' Pleasure by James Fox (Posted 1-8-2009)
‘Fetch the cane from the study, Perkins." No 'please', or 'by your leave', just the peremptory demand that her ladyship was so accustomed to making. No matter that poor little Emma was sobbing her heart out in front of her, holding her head in her hands. Try as she might, the tearful maid could not convince her ladyship that she had not broken the tiny porcelain dish, but the older woman wouldn't listen. She was just a servant girl; therefore she must be lying. ‘Bloody toffs,’ thought the butler, ‘think they can bully anybody. Probably broke it herself’ He knew Emma to be a truthful girl - you could see it in her face. She was a country girl, simple and good-hearted, and quite artless. Perkins had a real soft spot for her, and it made his blood boil to see the way her ladyship picked on the youngster. This was to be the fourth time the girl had been thrashed, and none of them the least deserved. All because her so-called ladyship knew that Emma would not make a fuss like some of the other girls, for fear of losing her job without a reference. Above all, all because these two bitches enjoyed their perverted pleasures - Lady Thompson and her friend the Honourable Mrs. Margaret Robinson.

Cathy was turned-on, pure and simple. I would have loved to have continued our fantasy-hell I would have loved to have seen Cathy across my lap (actually again naked in anyway)-but Cathy was my friend, my buddy, my confidant; I would never exploit what we had shared so many years ago. Just because we had been intimate didn't mean I should engage her in ever wild fantasy that came to my mind. She wanted to halt this conversation before it got to a place that neither of us would feel comfortable it going. A few more seconds and we'd either both have to start having phone sex, or one of us would come to meet the other and enact what we had been talking about! I understood fully where her trepidation came from and I had to agree...however reluctantly.

"Well, I'd love to see you in a summer dress anytime," I said softly, and then added:

"Over my knee or not."

"Greg!" Cathy implored, through a chuckle.

" And it isn't something that I'm going to make a habit of," said Mr. Perry gently. "I hope you have the intelligence to see the point in it this time. Can't you? Don't you think that you're going to remember that spanking any time you even have the tiniest desire to go along with the crowd and take a drink?"

I could only nod. Of course it was effective.

" You might be interested in knowing that I have a friend who does regularly spank his daughter simply as a preventative measure. She's taken over his knee before bed every Friday night without fail and the twenty-five swats she gets have a lot to do with the fact that she is careful to remember the rules on her Saturday night dates. It's very rare for her to do anything to earn another spanking, very rare. I'd like to think that the spanking you just received will act as the same sort of deterrent for you."

" Yes, sir, it will," I said, meaning it. I was still smarting enough so that I knew I would never want to be hit that hard again for a longer period of time, as Mr. Perry had promised would happen if we ever drank.

The Fourth of July in the Woodshed Pt. 2 by Tess
(Posted 12/25/2008)

While we did the dishes, we heard Mrs. Perry call for Pam to come out. Out of the corners of our eyes we saw her walk painfully into the kitchen, feeling no longer like a sophisticated working college girl to Judge by the look of her. She had changed into a muu-muu, I knew from experience was the least painful thing to wear after a blistering (given the fact that we didn't have the option of going around bare, which would have been preferable, for even the soft kiss of a light dress on scorched skin was enough to set the fires burning anew).

"Keith is outside. He wants to talk to you," said Mrs. Perry quiet "Oh, Mom, do I have to?"

"What did your father say?"

"Oh, Mom!" Pam gave a little sob then, but she turned to the back porch and made her reluctant way outside.

Lynn and I hastily finished the dishes. We intended to scout around, see where Keith had taken Pam. The first place we decided to look was the woodshed...

What was it this time? Same thing as happened many times before, breaking my curfew. I know I am supposed to be in by 11 o'clock on weekday nights so that I can get up for work the next day but sometimes things happen. I mean you can't just leave when you are hanging out with your friends and having a good time. What are you going to tell them? That you have be home by a certain time or your father is going to redden your bottom? Not likely. I would rather die. I don't mind telling you because you are in the same predicament but I am sure none of my friends around here is still getting spanked at our age.

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“Girls?” I asked -- peering out from behind the door, “what can ... what can we do?”

“Nothing, Major,” snarled Brenda. “You can figure out how you’re gonna get back to the base ... bare-assed naked! And with no car keys! Secondly, you can figure out how you’re going to cope with this picture ... which is turning out beautifully, by the way ... when we present it to our beloved commanding officer! At the administration building! First thing Monday morning! I think that’d probably be what should be taking up most of your time ... for the immediate future, anyway.”

“Aw now, Girls,” I replied. “Don’t do us that way! Let’s be reasonable! We can certainly have a ... “

”No, Major,” seethed Brenda. “You listen to me! You listen to us! I am so sick of you thinking you can boff any of us women at the office! Thinking that ... and getting away with it! It makes me want to puke! Ohhhhhhh,” she hissed, “I’ve waited so long for this! I’ve planned this so goddam long! Until Sally, here, transferred in, none of the girls had balls enough ... you should excuse the expression ... to help me pull it off! And, God knows, I never could’ve done it by myself! Thank God for Sally Newhouser!”

"Dev's been on my back ever since you forgot that deposit today," she said, twirling her shower cap on her finger. "She still thinks you should be spanked for that."

"She'll get over it."

"But I won't. I agree with her, Mark... .you do deserve to be spanked."

He leaned back, as if making sure he'd heard her right. He wasn't convinced that he had.

"In that case," he said, before he could re-think the statement, "I'd rather be spanked by you than that ball-busting sister of yours. That way, I know it wouldn't hurt."

"Is that so?" He was making this way too easy. "I'm going to take you up on that, Mark." She glanced towards the bathroom. "Let me turn the shower off, and I'll be right back to take care of you."

"Or maybe you're excited at the prospect of getting a spanking!" She said brightly, "I'll bet that's it; all this time, you've secretly craved punishment. Why else would you get yourself into such a ridiculous predicament, naked and awaiting a butt-smacking in your girlfriend's office!"

"Well I'm very particular about who I spank," She said, "And to get the treatment you so richly deserve -- in fact, if you want to stay here at Woodvale at all -- you'll have to follow instructions very carefully. The slightest infraction," She emphasized, "and you'll be out of Woodvale, and out of my life, permanently. Is that clear?"

Susan continued, "my first thought was to call Ginny and tell her everything. If you would try that with me, and in front of witnesses, what else are you up to? Then I thought, that will only hurt Ginny and you know that she's my favourite sister. So, I came up with an alternative. Either you agree to it, or I will call Ginny right now with Silvie and Linda to back up what I have to say. Choose now."

"What's the alternative?"

"You're going to have to submit to punishment by the three of us. Whatever we say - you have to do. Either that, or I call Ginny right now."

Eddie was confused. Punishment? What the hell was Susan talking about? "What do you mean, punishment?"

"Never mind. Pick now or I dial the phone." She reached for the phone to show that she meant it.

"Because you voluntarily surrendered to a first time offenders warrant and have fully cooperated with the officers and this court, Dawson, I will offer you the choice of two lenient sentences. I caution you that both will include corporal punishment as permitted under the Male Criminal Activities Act of 2033. Studies have shown that males best learn their lessons about their place in a female dominated society when they are spanked and whipped.

"The first choice is a week's incarceration in the court's detention facility. You will be confined to a cell on diminished rations to lose some of that excess weight. You will wear nothing but feminine underpants and your body hair will remain shorn. You will be put to work at tasks like bathroom cleaning and laundry during the day. Moderate corporal punishment will be administered in the morning and evening. The evening session will be carried in conjunction with behavior review and modification sessions with Miss Seamans. You will be kept in complete restraints except when you're in your cell and ankle restraints when performing your assigned tasks. You will be allowed no contact with nobody outside of the court building.

"Your other choice is overnight detention and six months probation. It will include a intense behavior modification session with Miss Seamans tonight. You will be released in the morning, but will be required to report here for overnight sessions once a month for six months. You'll be free to come and go as you please, but will be under discreet surveillance. If you violate the law, you'll be immediately arrested and required to serve the week's sentence I mentioned before. Whichever you choose, your bottom will be very sore and hopefully you attitude toward women will be permanently adjusted. You must make your choice now, Dawson, and it will be final." Andrew couldn't afford a week away from his work. He had too many clients to see, mostly women who entrusted their money to him to make profitable low risk investments for them and himself. It would be horribly painful and embarrassing as evidenced by the stinging pain in his bottom from the strap, but he should be able to get through it. The law the judge had referred to permitted corporal punishment that didn't leave permanent marks or cause injury or maiming. "May I please have the second choice, your Honor?"

"Yes you may. The court finds you guilty and sentences you to overnight detention in solitary confinement, an intense behavior modification session involving corporal punishment, and diminished rations. May the Goddess have mercy on your bottom because no one else will. Take him down, Officers."

"Can you believe, in 1948, women sitting in parliament actually voted to abolish birching of criminals? Even though the vast majority birched were male. That was one reason I left the UK."

"You mean people in England could be whipped for breaking laws?"

"Exactly. But, since the abolition of birching, crime, violent crime,

has been on the rise."

"Because men don't have to fear being birched?"

"It's self-evident. I suppose I could've moved to one of the Channel islands where birching is still in effect. But sequestering myself in such an out-of-the-way place would've impeded my efforts to replace patriarchy with a world matriarchy. So, I came to the United States. If we're successful here, nothing can stop us."

After Sheila left, I showered and settled on the comfortable bed and was soon fast asleep. I had some beautiful dreams about the little blond inspector joining me to do the wild thing and maybe a few other wild things. I would've loved to have shown her some of the things women on other planets had taught me. I had heard that women on Lafemme used sex only to produce dominant baby girls and submissive baby boys. They didn't know what they were missing.

He dumped several dimes into the coffee machine when they reached the cafeteria. "Why are you doing this?" he demanded gruffly, watching the steaming brew flow into styrofoam.

She reached over and cupped his chin in one hand forcing him to look at her. "I like naughty boys," she admitted in her soft, husky voice, her eyes so warm, he lost his breath. Then she smiled directly at him. "And I want to spank you almost as much as you need a good spanking."

Lukewarm coffee sloshed over his hand and soaked the sleeve of his white jacket. "What?" He couldn't have heard right. But nonetheless his cock stirred as a secret and shameful desire rose.

Instead of answering him, she simply laughed and fetched a can of soda out of the cooler while he fumbled with napkins to wipe up the mess.

When they were seated, he began again. "I don't appreciate the joking. This happens to be very serious..."

"I'm not joking," she said simply. "I intend to spank your bottom whenever you get out of line. That's all there is to it."

"You always walk to work?" This time the question held an unmistakable sneer.

Serena lifted her chin. "On nice days, yes."

"I see." He grimaced, and rubbed the back of his neck as if irritated. A lock of blond hair, the warm color of summer wheat, fell over his forehead. "Well, find another route," he ordered. "You're a good looking babe and you distract my men. Particularly in a get-up like this one."

She looked down at her snug peach skirt and light summer top before reason asserted itself. Tossing her thick chestnut braid she gave him a cool smile. "You need a good spanking!"

“C’mon, Linda. You’ll lose! You’re gonna lose! Lose bad! And, even if Dexter should win, it’s only gonna be by … probably … oh … maybe one or two points! How sore could my ass ... my fanny ... wind up being? How sore, after one or two shots? Even with a stupid hairbrush or paddle? Or even a damn strap or something? How sore could you make it?”

“I’d sure like to find out,” she replied, witha sinister smile. One which surprised not to say shocked me. “Okay,” she continued, defiantly. “Let’s say three swats for every point that the winner scores. If the winner scores sixty points, you get a hundred-and-eighty swats on your fanny. How does that grab you”?

A Night to Remember by HB (Posted 1-22-09)

"It is very obvious to me that you need direction in your life. I am the only logical place for that to come from. I am the only one that cares about you enough to make the correct choices. Do you agree?" I nodded my head yes in reply. My throat was dry and I didn't think I could speak right then.

"I will make what decisions I feel are necessary. You will follow my orders, and make no mistake about it, they will be orders; without question. Failure to do so will result in punishment. You work at home so it is senseless to restrict your movement. Paying fines means nothing because you would be paying them to me, which in effect is paying them to us. The only thing left that has a prayer of a chance is Corporal Punishment, just like they use on naughty schoolboys. You will be spanked. For as long as I want, and as hard as I want, and however I want. I have my hand, and a hairbrush. I will purchase a paddle and a strap. The method and implement will be directly related to the offense. I will decide. I will be the Judge, Jury, and Executioner. It will be good for you, and good for me. I will not bear a grudge, you will pay for your crimes. All will be well. Do you have anything to say about this?"

Not Quite Dismissed by Greg Babcock (Posted 1-22-09)

"A. . .a whipping? You. . .you're all out of your minds! I'll. . .I'll have you thrown in jail! I don't care if Hilda did have a key! She's got no business in this house! None! can have the book thrown at her! And. . .from what you've all done already. . .I'll nail every damn one of you for assault!"

"Yeah?" replied Marcia. "Well, you can add battery to that, Your Crackpot Honor! Because we're going to battery the hell out of that pompous ass of yours! Battery the hell out of it!"

"You ... you're ... you're reprehensible!"

Reprehensible? Where did she come up with a word like that? "Just consider yourself lucky," I retorted. "Consider yourself lucky that I didn't goose you ... especially at the crucial moment! When, the picture snapped. Hey! That'd make for a hell of a group photo ... and we'd both know why you'd have that expression on your face. We'd both know, wouldn't we? Or maybe your smile would be a whole lot wider. You might enjoy being goosed, y'know. In fact, you probably would've liked for me to ... "

"Don't you ever put your hand on me again, Creep," she hissed. "Don't you ever touch my fanny ... or any other part of me ... again. Ever. Do you dig? I don't know what I'm going to do ... or how or when I'm going to do it ... but, so help me Hal, I'm going to get even with you. Someday, I'll even things up. Every worm turns, eventually, and when I do ... "

His tall beautiful girlfriend grabbed him and told him, “You’re not getting away with this, Brian. No, sir. You don’t play with my feelings and just expect to walk away. No! No! No!” She placed him in a painful arm and wrist lock and controlled his larger frame quite easily, causing him intense pain whenever he tried to resist, and marched him protesting into her bedroom.

A Spanking Good Marriage by Greg Babcock (Posted 1-8-09)
Surely she couldn't have meant what she said about taking down my pants and shorts. She was 20 and I was 22. However, our ages notwithstanding, we'd never been intimate. Neither of us had ever seen the other in the nude. I'd managed to get her sweater up and her bra unhooked on a few occasions in the car, but I really couldn't see anything. Couldn't feel much either. She had an ample bosom, but her bra and/or sweater always managed to get pretty much in the way. The closeness of quarters in my Maverick didn't help.

I most certainly heard her wrong. She wouldn't use that paddle on my bare bottom. At that point she returned to the room. "Why haven't you got your pants and underwear down?" she asked impatiently. "I thought that, by now, you'd have your fanny bared."

"Belinda! You can't be serious! You don't intend to paddle me on my bare butt."

"Of course I do! Of course I'm going to give it to you in the bare fanny. A spanking just isn't a spanking unless it's on the bare fanny. Now, take down your pants and shorts. We're just wasting time. I'm beginning to get upset, and it's going to be reflected in the number . . . and severity . . . of the whacks you're going to get."

Gorgeous Games by Victoria (Posted 1-8-09)
Victoria questioned Virginia as well before she got to Charles. "And now, young man, it seems to me that you should have outgrown your adolescent attitude toward women's legs a long time ago. The very idea of a grown man who can't keep his mind on his work just because two silly women decide to tease him. And then not having enough gumption to get them to stop it. All three of you need a good lesson, and this is as good a time for it as any."

Victoria came out from behind her desk and for the first time Charles noticed the long 18 inch office ruler in her hand. She pulled the straight, armless chair out from the side of the desk and into the middle of the room.

" Usually it is ladies first, but since you can't keep your eyes off these two, we'll let you be the first one to receive a reward for your infantile behavior."

Elly seated herself in that lavish visitor’s chair – that monster of a tawse lying, demurely, across her emerald-green, pleated, skirt.

“How did that feel?” asked our wondrous host. “How do you feel … having strapped your husband’s bottom?”

“I probably shouldn’t say this, Mister Kilbourne, but it felt good! It felt wonderful! It probably makes a small person of me … but, I was thrilled! Being able to take out all the hurt … all the frustration, all the antipathy … on Keith’s bum, was … well, it was … it was just wonderful!”

"Good." Her eyes sparkled. "Now take off those jeans so we can eat."

"What?" He reared back, shocked.

"You heard me. I want to see what's under those tight jeans. "

"I...I thought we were going to have dinner," he sputtered, astounded.

"We are, but you are going to eat with your butt bare. Partly to keep your mind on your well earned spanking and," she paused to wink, "partly for my enjoyment. You do have a gorgeous body and a particularly charming derriere'."

He shook his head wildly, as ardor and embarrassment conflicted. "No!"

Her head tilted to one side, the gleaming brown braid sliding down one slender shoulder. Her eyes widened in faint confusion. "Come on, Lucas," she encouraged gently. "You bit me hard enough to insure your discipline. I'm not going to disappoint you. Take off your jeans."

Although it fully two days since Pete warmed her bottom so well, Jenny is still smarting. Not her bottom. That extravagantly rounded piece of work was so often paddled by her Mother that it is tough as nails. No, Jenny is smarting because Pete had the temerity to do it. She had, of course, virtually ordered him to do so. But that isn't the point. The point is that their relationship had flowered under her guidance, her discipline. From the first day they met, from that first night when she so astonishingly spanked Pete's bare bottom with her hairbrush, their love affair had grown increasingly deep, increasingly more inventive, because she was in control. The fact that Pete had spanked her, as trivial as that was, had the potential to undermine her discipline, undermine her authority. She decides to discuss the situation with Pete that very night.