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The Runaway by I. Raney - Eight Chapters

Queen Brat by Sharon Green - Twenty One Chapters

Princess Brat by Sharon Green - Eleven Chapters

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

Friends by Walt Samuels - Four chapters
Life among several girlfriends - all of whom believe in spanking.

The Health Club by Rollin Hand - Six chapters

Henry II & the Fair Rosamonde - Twelve Chapters


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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.

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..

 


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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."

End Justifies the Teasing of...Diana by Ralph Greco, Jr. (Posted 09 / 18 / 08)

Was I aware of the muffled sound maybe reaching Diana? I guess someplace in the back of my mind I was, but I was so turned on to what was happening: feeling the heat and pulse of Zoe above and below me; so in need to be bare for her; of feeling her hard strong thighs pushing up against my aching cock; of her spanking then rubbing her hand across me; the way her voice sounded and the way she kept slightly wiggling herself, that I couldn’t get my head around anything other then Zoe and me. Damned if I’d admit it, but this girl and I were sharing something here, albeit kinky, but Zoe and I were exchanging an intimacy I had never thought I’d ever dare share with Zoe. I loved every second of her attention, whether I was being hit, talked to, or caressed.

“You take these well,” Zoe said and again she was on my cheeks, now spreading them slightly through my underwear. Again I pushed into her.

“I can feel you Jon,” she whispered and ‘pinch pinch’; Zoe tweaked each of my cheeks dead center so I actually lifted up. “I can feel you.”

Aunt Amanda - by PB Whiting (Posted 09 / 18 / 08)

She patted her lap. "Into position for your first spanking, Henry." Clumsily, I stretched myself across her strong thighs and shivered as her two hands fondled, patted and pinched my bare buttocks. Trudie chuckled. "If I'd realized what a fine, firm and, yes, large bottom you had, I'd have taken your pants down a long time ago." Then, she began to spank me slowly but not really terribly hard. Her hand smacking my buttocks hurt some of course. But she never hit twice in the same place and spread her spanks over my entire bottom.

I have no idea how many times she brought her hand down, but when she finally said that I could get up, my buttocks tingled in a not entirely unpleasant fashion. With a little help from her, I got to my feet and began to rub my behind. I noticed she was staring at my mid-section and looked down. To my great embarrassment, I saw that my penis was fully erect. Hastily, I attempted to cover myself with my hands. She pulled them away. "Exposing your penis and testicles to me is part of the punishment Henry."

First for Jake by Ralph Greco, Jr. (Posted 09 / 11 / 08)

Although Mary had seen Jake’s bare ass before, when he peeled down the back of his underwear then, still lying across his girlfriend, Jake knew that for both of them this time baring his ass was different. First of all, he had never taken off his underwear for Mary, he waited for her to undress him, which he always felt was infinitely hotter anyway (although he damn well undressed Mary plenty of times). Secondly, he was still across her lap! Thirdly, Jake had crossed over any line now that this might still be a game, he was basically saying: ‘Mary slap me on my bare ass, cause I want you to and have thought about you doing it for a long time!’

Good for the Gander - by BC & Wife (Posted 09 / 11 / 08)

When the spanking started, all of those nice feelings went away. All that I could feel was my burning sore ass. All that I could do was scream. She spanked me hard and fast. She spanked me right into that private hell where all bad boys go when they get a really good paddling. That hell where the only things that exist are the burning ass and the paddle that keeps fanning the fire hotter and hotter.

Each spank sent me into more and more torment. And the spanks seemed to fall forever. She held my knees down on the bed and kept my ass humped over her knee so I was really easy to spank. My legs, from the knees down, kicked the bed. My bound hands pounded the bed. My body strained at my bonds and writhed with the pain as I screamed and screamed.

Then all at once my body gave up its useless struggle. I lay limp over her knee, my screams reduced to choked sobs. My body was too exhausted to struggle anymore, but I still felt every spank as my wife finished my spanking.

Checking Out the Checker by Rachel Heath (Posted 09 / 04 / 08)

“You don’t know what corporal punishment it?” she asked.

“Well, um, yes, I think I do. It means spanking, doesn’t it?” he said uncertainly.

She nodded. “That’s what it means.”

There was a long pause. “I still don’t think I understand,” Winston said.

“Oh, but I think you do. What I mean is that if you don’t want to have to pay for shortchanging the store’s customers another way, I think you should pay for it by getting a good, hard spanking.”

“What? But I’m not a little kid!”

“No, you’re not,” she agreed. “You’re old enough to go to jail and old enough to have to work.”

Winston looked flummoxed. “So what do you want to do?”

“I want to punish you by giving you a spanking,” she coolly informed him.

Tables Turn - by Ed Finnd(Posted 09 / 04 / 08)

“Anyway,” I went on, “I scoffed at the very notion of a spanking, and told my mother to ‘cool her jets.’ As you can imagine, this did not help. She insisted I lie face down on my bed, which I did, still not the least bit concerned.

“She swatted me a few times with that paint stirrer – it was made of balsa wood, that real lightweight wood. I was still wearing my swimming trunks, so I barely felt it. Naturally, being the rotten little snot I could be, I laughed and told her to ‘knock yourself out.’ Again, admittedly the wrong thing to say.

“Anyway, that made her so mad she ordered me to pull down my trunks. I refused, of course, but she told me again, in no uncertain terms. It must have been her tone, or something, because I said, ‘Okay, okay,’ reached back and tugged them down, but not very far. The lower part of my bot…I mean my seat was still covered.

Bar None by NG (Posted 08 / 28 / 08)

He sighed as Serena’s scolding tones floated under the door and reached his ears. He couldn’t go in there now. He and his sister had agreed that they would always present a united front when disciplining their siblings, and save any disagreements that arose for private discussion later on. The truth was they rarely disagreed. Even now, Mike had mixed feelings. He really had been two seconds away from hauling Andy in for his share of the punishment, and there was no question that Jake deserved what he was about to get. He just didn’t like the idea of other people having access of any kind to their family’s dirty laundry.

Understanding Mirror - by Ralph Greco, Jr. (Posted 08 / 28 / 08)

The last five landed with equal sting to Bill’s right cheek as he leaned as far as he could into the sink and Joanne growled and looked at him.

Bill knew that she had made him stand here, this way, so she could see his face during this spanking, but he was being treated to a clear view of Joanne’s frustration. That he wasn’t reacting to the stings with much more then a wince and fucking the cabinet below was prodding the girl to concentrate and hit harder. And while Joanne might have wanted his surrender have him crying or pleading for her to stop, Bill suddenly understood-yes he understood-what his girlfriend needed even if she didn’t. Joanne was loving Bill’s deep resolve, his quiet, his taking of the hardest spanking she could give!

This truly was a test of wills, both Joanne and Bill knew.

Buttoning Up Burt by Rachel Heath (Posted 08 / 21 / 08)

" Please, shut the curtain," Bert begged, tears welling up in his eyes and blurring his vision.

" Sure," Aunt Shoshona said. "They really ought to watch this from in here." She went to the window, motioned for the two young ladies to come inside, and then shut the curtain.

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

" OH! OUCH! OUCH!"

The Attic - by Gregory Babcock (Posted 08 / 21 / 08)

Apparently, he'd finally gotten himself naked ... for she commanded him to lie down on the bed. I'd been unaware that they'd had a bed up there. Probably from the same time ... and situation ... that found the old kitchen table up in our side of the attic. I wondered if they could hear my heard pumping! It was like the percussion section of the symphony orchestra ... every member trying to be Gene Krupa or Desi Arnez. All at the same time.

But, that was nothing ... compared to the sound of that strop landing on Mr. Waitkus' bare butt! The sound should've rattled every windowpane in the house ... their side and our side! I couldn't believe the deafening out-and-out explosions, when the strop bit into Mr. Waitkus' flesh! I was surprised that I'd not heard each lash ... all the way down to the dinette ... that night that Homer'd made his earth-shaking announcement.

I couldn't stand it any longer! I had to look! I pulled the battered old kitchen table over to the flimsy wall ... and climbed up atop the creaking, protesting table.

Too Early by Jack (Posted 08 / 14 / 08)

John tried to look over at the paddle, remembering what he was there for, thinking about how much that paddle was going to sting when it was being used by his expert-spanker girlfriend. Thinking of the sting associated with the spanking often helped create more space in the front of his undershorts. If that didn't work, normally the spanking itself, other than if it was over-the-knee, would help eliminate his growing organ.

It was going to happen. John saw Kim put down her glass of wine and picked up the dreaded paddle. This time when John took in a deep breath, he knew it was going to be for good reason. His bottom was going to get it and probably get it good. John's eyes followed Kim around until she was walking behind him. "How could a piece of wood cause so much pain"” he wondered. "How could such a petite, pretty woman know just how to swing the paddle to cause the maximum ofsting"”

<SMACK!> the paddle slammed across his meagerly clothed bottom.

To Reconcile a Marriage - by Gregory Babcock (Posted 08 / 14 / 08)

"Nah! Guy with an ass that size? Nah. I'd break my damn hand. No, I use a number of things. Mostly an old wood hairbrush that used ta be my mother's. I guess my grandma's before that. But, he's got a couple of belts, leather belts, that I use on him ever' now and then. Strap the shit out of him! Then, of course, there's the ridin' crop and. . ."

"Riding crop? Oh, Deb! You're putting me on."

"Naw. Riding crop. Got it at the store, can't think what they call it. Deals with horse stuff."

"The Equestrian Store?"

"Yeah. That's the one! They gotta hell of a supply of ridin' crops. Also I got, what they call, a quirt from that place too. Nifty stuff.

This A Job For... by Greg Babcock (Posted 08 / 07 / 08)

My new wife had seemed to not make much of it. Wasn’t that big a deal, she kept soothing. The old “It could happen to anyone” line, don’t you see. After two or three such reassurances, she had dropped right off to sleep. The lack of rigidity on my part obviously hadn’t seemed to matter to her. Obviously?

In fact, as I’d laid there – wide awake – almost all night, a whole myriad of thoughts had gone galloping through what I’d like to think of as my rational mind. Most had to do with the fact that Clarissa might have considered that sex was simply a chore. As, so I understood, a lot of women thought/think! That she felt such things to actually be her “wifely duty”. And not such a pleasurable one at that. Could it have been that she was just as happy “to be off the hook”? At least for that one night?

Still, other unwelcome thoughts penetrated. (No pun intended) Well, actually, the images completely overwhelmed my troubled psyche. At least I believed, at the time, that these outlandish concepts were anything but an emotional escape. A welcomediversion. Anything to divert my mind – from the terrible embarrassment, stemming from my inability to consummate the marriage.

Anticipation - by Ralph Greco, Jr. (Posted 08 / 07 / 08)

“You know what has to happen now?” I asked.

“I’m looking forward to it,” he said. “I was just getting you started with your spanking.”

“Come ‘ere,” I said, standing back and sitting hard on the toilet seat. My ass hurt for sure, but I still had ‘hold’ of Danny so to speak so with him paddling to me like that, his hard cock in my hand and my mind now on the singular purpose of getting to his ass slight pain meant nothing.

“Over,” I demanded, releasing the man. Danny stood to my side, smiled and then bent.

The rush of finally getting a man across my lap was unbelievable. I could have just stopped there, Danny settling his ass across me, easing his cock between my thighs, him grunting, wiggling his firm little cheeks this way and that. Of course I was aching to hit him, my belly burned with the thought of not only revenge now, but all the years of pent-up frustration of what I had wanted and never experienced. But if I could stretch this out even more I was going to.

 


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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)

Roughly she pulled her daughter's underwear down to near her knees and, ignoring her squeals she set about giving her a very thorough spanking with the strap. Very soon the girl was weeping loudly, squirming with pain, and Amanda was looking around anxiously at her. She didn't have long to wait because Emily was determined that neither of these conspirators should get off lightly. She left her daughter to cry and started on Amanda's already burning thighs. Amanda was even less able to take it than her writhing friend. Quickly she was jigging up and down in a most undignified manner and wailing like a six year-old. All in all I was surprised how sharply Emily set about disciplining these two girls but I suppose she felt they deserved everything they got. One way or the other it was very pleasing to look at. I was getting a huge erection and Suzanne, standing next to me, was shifting her thighs together and her breathing was decidedly excited.

Emily returned to the correction of her daughter with an enthusiastic volley of sharp strokes across the girl's buttocks that had her jumping up and crying in anguish. I could still see Amanda shaking her bottom in agitation, knowing perfectly well that it would be her turn again next and it was. No sooner had Anna bent her legs and begun to retreat, wailing pitifully, than Emily switched to a similar treatment of her partner. She peppered Amanda's buttocks from top to bottom and all down her legs, leaving her crying with her mouth open wide and shaking her legs. After that Emily stopped, exhausted from her exertions. The girls carried on crying and I must say the whole room felt Emily had done a good job.

Lazy Hostess Beware - by Nancy (Posted 09 / 18 / 08)

"The panties," Nancy said as Dorothy faced her, letting her eyes make a desperate plea. Then with a resigned sigh, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic of the panties and shoved them toward her ankles."

"Step out of them and bend over the foot of the bed." Nancy pointed, then walked toward Dorothy as she complied. Nancy took the belt of the robe that Dorothy had gotten from the closet and used it to tie Dorothy's hands together and against the bottom of the footboard. Dorothy's rump was the perfect target for what Nancy had in mind.

Dorothy quivered as Nancy ran her hand up her buttocks and on up to push the blouse up Dorothy's back. Nancy smiled as she looked down at the very feminine cheeks. Dorothy was really a beautiful woman, no matter how you looked at her. Her bottom was well proportioned and creamy white. Even bent in such a way as Nancy had her, her butt didn't look awkward.

Mrs. Bates, Part I- by Jason (Posted 09 / 18 / 08)

With Lisa in the corner, the lower part of her bottom now a light pink, Mrs Bates turned her attention to the other two roommates. "Miss Kimberly will be next. Present yourself to the center of the room, young lady." Kim was the opposite of Lisa, almost enjoying exposing her body. She spent a lot of time in her bra and panties and sometimes even naked. She had been spanked by Shannon and Lisa several times for violating the rule of being completely dressed in the living room and kitchen. It didn't faze her in the slightest as Mrs Bates slowly stripped the short, buxom blonde. As if enjoying being naked, Kim took her time about picking up and folding her clothes, drawing a swat and verbal reprimand from Mrs Bates to hurry up. She was led to the corner by her earlobe, and given the same instructions on how to stand as well as the same warning of additional punishment for all three if she moved. The instructions were emphasized with hard hand spanks on each side of Kim's bottom.

Shannon's feelings about being completely undressed and led to the corner were almost neutral. She had been stripped for spankings too many times while growing up for the ritual to really upset her. It was a short leap to have two more garments removed and be completely naked. The only thing that bothered the petite blond was it being done by her mother for the first time in front of her roommates. She was also led to a corner by the earlobe and admonished verbally and with two brisk hand spanks to be silent and still.

Megan's Mother, Part II - by C. Flint (Posted 09 / 11 / 08)

The reality of having Kathy hanging over my lap was even more satisfying than the fantasies I had about this moment. It was even more sensual than I had imagined and I had not realize how warm her body would seem as it pressed against my legs.. I put my hand on her bottom and stroked gently. Kathy tensed again and, almost immediately relaxed. Her quaking stopped as my hands pressed into her feminine derriere, Even though she must have known that this was just a prelude to a spanking, Kathy rubbed her groin against my legs in pleasure. I was surprised at how comfortable she was and at her lack of chagrin at being prepared for a spanking. I realized at that moment that all of Kathy's comments about spanking had been sincere. She really believed that it was natural and proper for an adult woman to be taken across a man's knees and spanked like a ten year old. I was oddly flattered that Kathy had chosen me to chastise her.

Wash Day, Part I I- by Nigel McParr (Posted 09 / 11 / 08)

Felicity pressed the soap cake hard to Celia's lips. When Celia could no longer stand the pain her lips slowly parted. Felicity was ready. She wedged the blunt end of the soap between Celia’s teeth. Adah watched, fascinated and vaguely excited by the struggle. She could imagine the awful flat taste of that soap. Her own mother had used Ivory on her when she was a girl. It almost made her gag watching Felicity work the big white bar deeper into Celia’s mouth. Poor Celia could do nothing but gurgle and cry. Every sputter from Celia enabled Felicity to thrust the soap further into her daughter's mouth. Felicity didn’t stop until half the white soap cake was inside Celia’s mouth. The bar was wide enough to stretch Celia’s lips white. Adah thought the pain alone of having that soap stuck in her mouth would be enough to make her behave.

Crime Does Pay - by Kessily (Posted 09 / 04 / 08)

Alex looked up briefly and then back down at the forms before she answered. “Well as soon as I check all information I’ll phone the police station so they can take you downtown and begin the arrest proceedings” she said calmly.

Kimberly gasped, “The police? But…surely we can work something out. I can pay for the items…” she offered.

Alexandra looked up and shook her head. “I’m afraid not. We have a no tolerance policy on shoplifting here. Besides, do you really think the fact that you didn’t need to steal was going to help you? They might feel bad for someone who stole out of need…. but for a rich girl looking for kicks?” Alex ended with a stern look

Kim felt her cheeks heating up again. She was ashamed of her behavior but she hadn’t really thought about what she was doing. She’d simply done it. “I.i.i’m S.s.orry” she stammered.

Megan's Mother, Part I - by C. Flint (Posted 09 / 04 / 08)

Megan danced again. "No, Mommy." she mewled, "It's not fair. He's a stranger."

"Megan McCarthy you will do exactly as your told or you will come over here for another dose of the hairbrush on your fanny." she said sharply. "You know that when it's show time, it doesn't matter whether we have visitors or not." As she spoke Kathy rose and took a perch on the arm of the overstuffed chair in which I was sitting. Her hand gently stroked the back of my head.

Megan groaned again but followed her mother's order. She could only take mincing steps because of the shorts and underwear around her ankles. Her feet shuffled rapidly as she crossed the room to stand before us. Megan's shirt had not been tucked up in front as it had been in back. The split tails hung down like a short apron covering her groin. Her face was a dusky red that matched her backside and I could see the path of her tears as glistening tracks on her cheeks. She pouted slightly and lowered her eyes in shame. To me the front side of the punished girl was as exciting as her rear.

Mother Daughter Driving Lessons - by David Stone (Posted 08 / 28 / 08)

Harriet felt the intense sting building in her nether cheeks as the paddling continued. She wondered how much Ronald was going to give her, seeing as how he obviously planned a second session sometime later.

THWACK! SMACK! Two swats hit her low, just about the thigh, then he turned his attention to her smooth legs and gave her five hot stingers there, eliciting yelps from his bare-bottomed wife with each stroke.

Then he stopped. "That's all I have time for now," he said. "But you can rest assured that it's certainly not all you're going to get. We'll finish this when I get back."

Weakly, she stood up and rubbed her red backside. He watched, knowing full well that the rubbing did no good whatsoever.

Katya - by Helier (Posted 08 / 28 / 08)

"I am going to give Tamarind four harsh strokes with the cane and then I want you all to go home. Stay apart tonight and think about all that has occurred here. If you still want to dance you will be here at ten tomorrow morning."

She picked up the cane and swept it through the air without preparation. Tamarind jumped when she felt it but she made no sound even though it hurt her a lot. Three times more the cane flashed down across her thighs, her buttocks and once across the crease where the two joined. Tamarind shuddered violently with each cruel stroke and when the caning stopped it became clear that she was sobbing uncontrollably but still she got up and gave Katya a long hug.

"May I ... " she whispered brokenly. "May I stay with you for a few minutes?"

Nosy Neighbors - by Felicity (Posted 08 / 21 / 08)

‘ I’m sorry.’ She whimpered. ‘I’ll never make you clean up my messes again, I promise.’

John believed her. And so with one last gentle smack of the thighs, he sent the weeping girl over to stand facing the wall alongside Karen, with her hands on her head, her knickers down and her skirt hitched up around her waist.

‘ Next.’ He called out like a cheerful shopkeeper, and though the slim, sexy brunette tried to look reluctant and shy as she walked up to the settee, John could tell from the glint in her eye that she had been dreaming of something like this for a very long time.

‘ What’s your name?’ He asked paternally as he signalled for her to pull down her knickers and hotpants.

‘ Carmella.’ She smiled, in a soft Italian accent.

Naughty Newlywed - by Juliette (Posted 08 / 21 / 08)

Exhausted after their brief but intense encounter, Taylor started to flop down on the chair again, but stopped herself just in time and carefully sat down instead. The sting in her bottom was renewed as her blue jeans rubbed against her skin. She sighed deeply and checked her watch. Four and a half hours until Aunt Mildred arrived. Making a face she said aloud, “I cannot believe I am going to be stuck with that woman by myself for the entire weekend.” She let her head fall back on the chair and closed her eyes, then quickly opened them again and jumped out of the chair.

I am not going to let that happen again, she thought, and began to straighten up the house. A couple of hours later the house was spotless. Taylor decided to take a shower.

Warm Welcome - by Rosey B. Goode (Posted 08 / 14 / 08)

Still the hairbrush moved around, covering the plump bottom and thighs with even more burning spanks as Suzanna continued to wail and babble out apologies and promises of future good behavior. The girl's struggles grew more and more feeble and finally she just lay there sobbing as the painful lesson continued. Good, thought Abigail. We're almost there. She slowed the pace for a bit and then stopped. Suzanna lay limp over her knee, sobbing softly, hardly daring to hope that her ordeal wasover.

" All right, Susie, your spanking is almost over. I am going to give you six more spanks, and for each one I want to hear that you will speak nicely to your elders." With that, she raised her arm high and brought it down hard with a resounding SMACK on Suzanna's left bottom-cheek.

" I will speak nicely to my elders!"

Phoebe - by Hellier (Posted 08 / 14 / 08)

The voice was tiny and Sylvia could hear that she was really quite scared. For a moment she weakened. She wanted to hug this beautiful girl - it was hard to give her pain. The situation was new for her too. She had not just been admitting her feelings to Phoebe - she had been admitting them primarily to herself. No. At this moment, more than any other, she must be severe. If she cared enough to strap the girl before, she should care even more now. That was what Phoebe needed to know. She raised the strap and swept it down with an explosive clap across the girl's unprotected bottom.

Phoebe squealed right from the start and never stopped all the way through. She squealed and wailed and leapt and wriggled, crying desperately and begging forgiveness. Sylvia gave her hard stinging strokes but though she promised over and over again to be good she didn't once take her hands from her ankles or try to straighten up. Sylvia strapped her thoroughly over the whole rounding of her bottom and down her trembling legs. It was important for her to be punished; important for her to understand. Time and time again the strap curled round the shrieking girl's buttocks, the tip snapping wickedly on the front of her legs, on her inner thighs, even flicking at her protruding pussylips. She seemed to open her legs wider, almost inviting the stinging leather.

Two From Randy - by Randy Slapp (Posted 08 / 07 / 08)

I'm big enough to take a hand smacking without bursting into tears, even the long hard whacks which leave my panties warm to the touch. But it’s sooooo embarrassing to be spanked like that...sheesh

Next she'll stand me up, ignoring my dripping tears and begging eyes. And she'll send me for the strap. Gawd, I HATE that thing! Not just because it burns like hell and wraps into the WORST places but also cuz stepmom always gives me a certain routine with the strap.

When she finally comes up here, it’s gonna be like this: After the hand spanking, I gotta give her the strap and she tells me to take my panties OFF. Yup, all the way off. I know some of my friends get their pants pulled down for spankings, but no one has to take their own panties all the way off like I do!

Mischief at the Mansion- by Jason (Posted 08 / 07 / 08)

"Remove your shoes and stand up, young ladies," said Mrs Bates. She walked to the couch and turned Deena around. When Mrs Bates pulled down the zipper, Deena opened her mouth in shock and to register a protest. Instead she jumped and yelped when Mrs Bates smacked the back of her skirt with her hand. "If you can swim naked in the pool, Miss Deena, you can be spanked in your bra and panties here in the study." Deena's shoulders slumped in resignation and she allowed her dress and half slip to be removed, leaving her in pink silk Victoria's Secret bra and panties. Mrs Bates pinched the earlobe and led the young lady to a corner. "Nose in the corner, elbows touching the walls, hands clasped behind you just like in your apartment. Do not move and I will take you out of the corner to your spankings." The orders were emphasized with another crisp spank on the panty seat. Mrs Bates went back to the couch to undress the others.