Female/Female Stories

Before they were allowed to dress, each got a trip across mommy's lap for a sound spanking from her angry mother, whose hand had undergone decades of toughening up on lap pillows and naughty daughters' bare bottoms. The "SMACK!" of the spanks mom delivered bounced off the walls like gunshots. She started with the Matilde, whose juvenile writhing and childish screeching set the tone for her older sisters. Cristina didn't look or sound or act any older than Matilde when she took her turn across mommy's lap. Married or not, Maria never had a chance to act her age after witnessing all the smacking and yelping and jiggling and crying that her mother had spanked out of her sisters. Other than being a little larger, wailing a little louder, and twitching her hips a little quicker, Maria took her spanking in exactly the same way as Matilde, the baby of the family.

Jamie swung her arm as hard as she could bringing the eighteen inch metal ruler down across Kristen's pale bottom again and again. "When it's work time," she explained, "we work. Do SMACK you CRACK understand WHACK me?" "Let me up! Stop this now! Jamie! Somebody help me! OW!" Kristen hollered, but Jamie ignored her. She kept the ruler flying up and down, from the top of her well-rounded buttocks to the middle of her obviously very tender thighs. "Yes!" Kristen howled. "Yes! I work! I'm sorry! Stop! Enough!"

Staring straight ahead at the curtained window, Sam felt the cane's tip touch her inner thigh and flinched. "Be still," Gilly said, allowing the rattan to follow the same path her fingers had a few minutes ago, up Sam's leg and to the handprint on her cheek, already fading to memory. She let the cane's tip linger there for a moment before flicking her wrist and letting it nip Sam's flesh, leaving a light red mark. Sam gasped, "Oh," and bucked her hips against the desk. Gilly snapped at her bottom a few more times, choosing random spots and gentle strokes, smiling at the way Sam jumped after each one.

Until today, nobody except Dan and Joyce had ever been present for her spankings. True, a few other people knew that Helen was occasionally spanked (Dan had ordered her to phone her mother immediately after her very first spanking, to report that she had just been spanked). But today she had been spanked in the ladies' room, before an audience of fascinated women. And now they were going to spank her right in the airport! And they had invited someone else to watch! It seemed that every time Helen thought she had endured the most shameful experiences Dan and Joyce could invent, they would come up with something worse. The bump of the wheels on the runway brought Helen's thoughts back into the present. After the plane had docked at the terminal, Helen decided she'd better mention her spanking to Dan so that he wouldn't accuse her of trying to get out of it. She tried to keep her voice low as she said, "Remember you said you were going to spank me when we get into the airport."

Yells and cries and grunting poured from Sharon's mouth. And yet she felt herself catching her movement atop Madeline's thighs creating other sensations. The constant jiggling and jerking back and forth, the spanking itself, the feeling herself being pulled in tighter and tucked under the shelf of Harriet's bosom...they were taking her to a climax. She knew it. She wanted it. Madeline felt her own body reacting. The rocking had freed her clitoris from its hood...and only dimly did she hear the shrieks from Sharon.

"Silence!" Mrs. B snapped. "There is a dress code. It may not be a written code, but that does not make it invalid. We've talked about your attire before. Now, young lady. I'm in no mood for nonsense. Leave my home, go back to the office, and pick up your pink slip immediately. Or, raise your skirt and get over my knees for the long, hard, sound spanking you so richly deserve, and then you can go back to the office and clock out, and continue on with the company. With the stipulation, of course, that you mend you naughty ways. Well? What is it to be, my dear? The hard way--or the easy, but extremely painful way?"

Mariah's small, pearly teeth caught her full lower lip, worrying it. She couldn't believe what she'd just heard! She ought to march right back and let them fire her! But they needed the income, and her husband would never understand, and if she told Mama and Daddy, they would think her foolish and cowardly! After all, it was true. Mrs. B had warned her before. And which would be worse--to lay over the older woman's lap, humiliating as it was bound to be, and have her bottom spanked with a hairbrush, or to bring disgrace on herself and her entire family by having to collect unemployment? Mariah shuddered.

Miss Phillips watched her undress, repeated a few well-worn phrases about the need to make an effort in class, and ordered her over the desk. The view was nice; Monica was better padded than Jeanine. The secretary let her thoughts drift for a minute to what she would really like to do, namely, pull the girl's panties down, and smack with her hands until Monica's white bottom matched the ruddy color that easily came to her face, but then she returned to the present, and contented herself with swinging the paddle against the girl's panties. It made a momentary impression, after which the underlying flesh bounced back. the next blow had a similar effect, but mostly on the other side of Monica's posterior. The third swat returned to the original target, and drew a gasp. The girl was soon mewling, but that did not keep the secretary from carrying out the sentence in full.

Marie who had disregarded Helen's verbal warning was paying full attention to the session. She demonstrated this on a verbal and nonverbal level. Her non-verbal level included widely kicking legs, a waggling bottom, squirming and bouncing on Helen's lap. Her hands were clutched over her bottom trying to interrupt the brush's progress. Her bottom originally pink was now becoming a beautiful shade of tomato red. On a verbal level, Marie's response was a combination of OWWW! Shrieks!! OUCH!!! WOW!! That hurts!! Helen, please stop!!! WAHHH! BWAHHH!!. I'm sorry!!! Have mercy!!! I'll never do it again!!! Toward the end the BWAHHH! and WAHHH's were the most prominent sounds.

Marsha reached into her sewing drawer and pulled out her spanking hairbrush. Never used to brush hair, it was a large blondwood brush with white nylon bristles. The back had a dull sheen, imparted to the wood, no doubt, by the overheated skin oils of many dancing behinds. She rubbed the hairbrush thoughtfully on her palm and smacked it testingly. She didn't know if the hard spankings she administered deterred her children's naughtiness. She did know, however, that a good, hard spanking on the bare behind could make a girl sincerely regret her misbehavior, as Cindy would in a very short time.

"Now is about the time you will wish you would have worked out when you had the chance," Christine said. "Because I'm bigger and stronger than you are." Then without waiting for a reply, she turned in the bed and grabbed the frightened young woman by her long tangled hair. Amber let out a scream as she felt herself being dragged across her stepmother's lap. Quickly, Christine roughly moved Amber's nervous body until she got her into the right position. As she lifted the hem of Amber's nightgown above her waist, revealing her naked white bottom, a small pink vibrating dildo fell onto the bed from between her legs.

Christine picked it up and threw it to one side. "I see you haven't been totally wasting your time in here," she said sarcastically. Amber's face turned red, and for a moment, her anger and fear were overpowered by her embarrassment. That didn't last long, however. Once in position, Christine didn't hesitate. She pinned Amber's right hand behind her back, picked up the big brush and began to deliver a barrage of stinging blows across her quivering bottom.

The lecture ended and Mrs. Morrow, now seated on her daughter's bed, grabbed the girl and bent her over so that her backside was facing the two boys. Eddie smiled broadly; she looked so slight and helpless. Then, to his joy and amazement, Mrs. Morrow raised Julie Anne's skirt above her waist and presented him with the girl's white panties pulled tight across her quaking behind. Nervous as he was, Paul too could not help but find this sight intensely arousing. Mrs. Morrow raised her hand and brought it down on her daughter's pretty white panties. It landed with a loud smack, followed by a small whimper. Eddie flushed with excitement and his right hands plunged deeper into his pocket. Smack! Smack! Smack! Three more landed and now Julie Anne began wriggling. Mrs. Morrow's hand tightened around her waist ensuring that every blow landed cleanly and effectively.

It's always hard to wait for a spanking. After supper, I had about three hours to worry. I tried to study, but I couldn't keep my mind off what was going to happen. My bottom didn't hurt anymore, but it was warm enough that I couldn't ignore it, either. Also, it's funny, but the time seems to both drag and fly by. And I was mad because there was no reason to spank me again. One spanking is more than enough for this kid. So, rather than do something worthwhile like planning an "I'm sorry - I'll never do it again" speech, I spent the whole time trying to figure out an argument to keep Mommie Dearest from respanking me.

Mrs. Glasscock added three more spanks that made Lisa cry out, then paused. "Stay with me, Lisa. You're doing fine, honey." She resumed spanking, alternating between cheeks. Lisa first tried to squirm off the lap, but Mrs. Glasscock pulled her closer and held her tighter. "Don't quit now, baby. You're doing fine. It will be over soon and I'll be here to make it better." Lisa tried to put her hand back to cover her bottom, but her spanker grasped it. It was a gentle clasp and seemed to relax Lisa. She cried out with each stroke of the hairbrush and sobbed in between them.

"OK," Iris said. A guess that's enough. You should have learned your lesson by now." She let the punished, red-bottomed girl slip from her lap Then Iris opened her own purse and took out some lotion for Greta's afflicted backside. She massaged it gently over the lean, reddened cheeks, Greta's warmed skin felt so smooth and tender! A warm pulse beat in Iris's pussy. She loved kneading and pressing Greta's buttocks, pushing them together and pulling them apart. She bent over and blew lightly on her lover's asshole.

"Now go stand in that corner and think about what an ill-behaved brat you've been. When your corner time is over, we'll have a little chat about the procedures for your further training." Still sniffling softly, Janis walked over to the corner and stood there naked, her face to the wall. Just as she got to the corner, she heard the doorbell Sound. "Why hello , Marilyn. Won't you come in?" she heard Christine's voice say. Janis froze with fear and frustration. Marilyn was one of her best friends -a person whom Janis was always trying to make a good impression on. Surely Christine wasn't going to let Marilyn see her standing naked in the corner like a naughty child, with her freshly spanked fanny still red! But that's exactly what was happening. She heard the two women enter the room. Immediately Marilyn exclaimed, "Christine! What's the matter with Janis?"

Trembling and feeling deliciously exhausted and ashamed, Jeni went to stand in the corner. Behind her she could hear Miss Cuthbert opening her cupboard. She glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw the cane the headmistress was taking out. She approached Linda who was shaking visibly. Jeni realised that Miss Cuthbert's back would be almost wholly turned. She wanted desperately to watch but she was very scared of Miss Cuthbert seeing her. Her orgasm had left her feeling very weak and vulnerable but in spite of that she couldn't stop herself risking a look.

The rest of the session passed almost without incident. Mr Richlieu was away that morning so, though Hiroshi left a report on his desk, they didn't hear anymore about the disrupted training until later that afternoon. They were on the court most of the rest of the morning and all the afternoon with the day-girls. Sloane behaved reasonably although she was frequently quite rude in the way she responded to the instructors. It made Justine groan to hear the way she spoke at times. Strangely, though, she was quite careful about the way she spoke to Justine. Even when they made mistakes, Sloane never reacted impatiently. It gave Justine a little hope. It also became clear that they had an instinctive understanding of each other's game. This was a relief because it was certainly the intention that they should at some point play doubles together.

We both knew I was broken now. The last act of all this had been my constant fear that someday someone might find out. I never knew how I would handle being confronted or discovered; I had simply liked the 'idea' of it too much, never considering the reality. And as much as I didn't want to lay there anymore, adrift on a sea of my own juices and fleeting confidence, I certainly was afraid-quivering with fear on the inside-to leave this room to the knowing stares and whispers I would-we would-now face.

Susan grabbed the teenager by her wrist and literally threw her across her lap. She then yanked down her tennis shorts and briefly paddled her for a minute or so. She then instructed the bewildered girl to bring her the hairbrush from the dresser and to get back across her knees. If at that moment Lori had demurred perhaps it still might have passed over but she did what she had been told. Mrs. Maynard held her daughter with her left hand firmly in place on the small of her back. She then proceeded with loud spanks in rhythm going from cheek to cheek, up and down and back again. All of the time Susan was warning the girl of future spankings and putting her to shame. "Aren't you ashamed that you are being punished like a little child?. Perhaps now you will give some thought to better deportment, or face the consequences."

Grace took the wooden paddle from the other tub. It had been used to stir the clothes in the hot soapy water for as long as Grace could remember. The venerable old paddle had taken on a silvery-gray, fur-textured appearance that made it look like something other than wood. In size and shape it resembled a small canoe paddle. While its primary purpose was to stir the wash, Mrs. Bergen had also found it to be an effective alternative to the strap. The girls dreaded their mother's trips out to the wash house. Although Grace had never used the wash paddle before, she wasn't concerned. Stale gray water dripped from the paddle's wide end as she drew the paddle from its resting place and positioned herself to paddle her sister.

"Katherine Trimble," the motherly voice said, "your breach of Karnell discipline is despicable. I have never and will never tolerate such goings on in this school. Frankly, I'm surprised you gave in to such an awful temptation. Your four-year school record does not bear out your misbehavior. Nevertheless, the sin needs to be expunged - and corrected immediately." Headmistress' fingertips touched the alabaster contours of Katherine's bare seat. Katherine shivered as the matron's palm, smooth and surprisingly warm, settled onto her bottom cheek. The woman's touch reminded her of Mama and Mrs. Lacy. Perhaps, she thought, it won't be so bad after all. This was her first time. Maybe Headmistress would tread lightly with her cane. The notion made her feel better. She snugged into the leather, which was warming and conforming now to her slender body. Headmistress' next words shocked her back to reality. "What you have done, Katherine, is absolutely despicable. You have heaped shame on your mother and Karnell. I cannot imagine any of my girls seducing one of Karnell's finest students. And to make matters worse, she is from one of our finest families - and a benefactor as well. Shame on you, little girl. Your punishment will be severe and swift."

Vanessa hurried to obey, instinctively clutching her ankles and parting her legs to steady herself. Behind them, Molly could hear Kirstie's rhythmic sobs and the faint sound of her body shifting on the tabletop. She guessed the weeping girl was sneakily masturbating and she was glad. She moved slightly to one side so that Kirstie would be able to see her friend's humiliation more clearly. Vanessa was gasping nervously in her awkward posture even though she seemed perfectly poised and her bottom was a superb shape. Fascinated, Molly allowed her hands to wander a little over the girl's thighs and hips as she told her what was going to happen and how badly she felt they had both behaved. She was rewarded with a tiny moan of pleasure and a quivering through the girl's gently writhing body. At that moment she felt a great longing to stroke the tempting mound of Vanessa's sex but she knew she mustn't weaken. Instead, she grasped the girl's panties at the waist and tugged them firmly to her knees.

As Fran began to slowly pull down her daughter's panties, she took note of Peggy's maturing physique. Even the modest cotton panties that the mother insisted upon were tightly stretched when the waistband reached the widest contours of the girl's buttocks. It had been several months since Peggy needed to be taken "over her mother's knee", and the handsome widow hadn't realized just how much her daughter had inherited her own fulsome hindquarters. Combined with a slim teenage waist, Fran saw that Peggy was becoming all the more fetching to boys - the potential consequences of which Fran greatly feared. In keeping with her meticulous approach, Fran continued to slowly draw down her daughter's panties until they reached the knee hollows. Then after checking to ensure that Peggy was well balanced over her lap, Fran reached back to the desktop to procure the hairbrush.

Grabbing Paatchy by the left forearm I pulled her -- giggling and tripping over her own feet -- swiftly across the persian rug of the expensively-decorated, art-deco living room, toward a nearby leather couch. She twisted back toward Lorretta and with a grin yelled, "I told you . . . you were gonna . . . like him . . . UMmmmmmmph!," as I dumped her unceremoniously face down over my left knee. In a second, the full, black leather flare skirt was up around her ears -- revealing a superbly-sculpted pair of ass-cheeks encased in . . . full-length, ultra-taut, black latex panties! Talk about erotic -- they fit like a second-skin and, across both ample buttocks, had dozens of randomly placed, pencil-width holes. Satin-textured skin peeked and puckered through.

When it was over, Marge let Ann stay bent in position for a minute while she commented on how 'a good whipping should teach Ann to obey curfew." Finally the girl was allowed to stand up and she instantly clutched her scorched bottom and did a little gig about the room, her full bosom bouncing about under her pajama shirt and tears streaming down her face. Humbled Annie was then sent to the corner to stand with her hands on her head and we were all invited to look closely at the damage done by the stick. Annie's bare butt was streaked with dark red welts criss-crossing her entire backside, with a couple of stripes painting her tender thighs. Sue stood stock still, looking sick at the scene before her, knowing, as we all did, that her turn would come.

The painful spanking resumed! The smacks sounded like small explosions she was slapping Yvonne's plump buttocks so hard. Once again the lovely Puerto Rican girl was bawling and kicking here legs up and down, screaming. Like the white girl before her, who was afraid she still might have more spanking coming, Yvonne kicked and screamed. Jorge, making sure he got a good look, was able to see her vulva and anus from up under her roasted and very red buttocks. He loved the way girls were built. Even with panties on, whenever they bent over in short dresses or skirts, he tried to see the impressions of their pussies.

Spank…spank…spank…spank…Daniel meted out the perfectly calibrated swats directly over her bottom crack. The delicious relentless nature of the whapping, causing the young woman to explode prematurely in one great gushing geyser of a climax that left her gasping, writhing and begging for more of the same.

Now I was thoroughly confused and flustered. The unexpectedness of his comments, in addition to what I had seen last night, sent me into a tailspin. What was going on? I had thought everything was going pretty well for me as a nanny. Now I wasn't really sure of anything. Was John coming on to me? Did he mean that Susan was bisexual? Was this why I'd never felt fully at ease with them? And, most of all, what were these peculiar emotions I was experiencing? Suddenly, I couldn't handle any more, and I felt myself losing my grasp on the platter. As it crashed to the ground with a huge noise, I felt everyone's attention focus on me.

If her insolent sarcasm affected the general, he didn't show it, keeping his smile. "Lets review a few things. Lissette Angelique LaFrank, age 40, born February 22, 2432, Paris, Earth. Graduated from the Marine Academy here on Rigel top of her class. Numerous citations for bravery in combat. Earned early promotion to Captain. Selected for deep space probe and received early promotion to Major after successful accomplishment. After a year as Probe instructor, volunteered for another Probe mission. Angry not receiving promotion to Lieutenant-Colonel on successful completion. Selected as a strike force commander, the most coveted assignment for any marine officer. Unfortunately for her, the Galactic Council of Worlds has been in a sustained period of peace with no opportunities for combat, depriving her of chances for quick promotion. Conclusion; this officer is obsessed with becoming the youngest general in the history of the Spaceforce Marines. With her strike force, she has become a tyrannical, over controlling, mistrusting dictator. She has to oversee every little detail because of no confidence in her officers and sergeants. Recently, twenty-seven of her most veteran strike force troops went over her head to request transfers."

Believe it or not, the threat of actually getting a punishment spanking really improved our attitudes and behavior on the ward. As luck would have it however, the two senior nurses--namely Maggie and myself--had the highest number of demerits and would get the more severe paddling. I had 6, which meant a "hairbrush on the bare," while Maggie would get a handspanking on her bare butt for the 5 she ran up. Karen had 3, which only earned her a panty warming, while Wendy was the most improved, having only 1 demerit which carried no spanking penalty at all.

"We know what happened in school today. Nurse Wilson called us. What you two attempted to pull off was reprehensible. Neither of you were brought up to engage in that kind of behavior. If you think you have been punished enough for it, you are sadly mistaken. Not only did you lie to Nurse Wilson, but you also lied to both of us by pretending that nothing unusual happened in school today. We are very disappointed in the two of you, and feel that we have perhaps been remiss in not disciplining both of you more of ten in the past. However, we are now going to make up for lost time. The two of you are going to get another spanking right now, and there will be no mercy shown. We intend to make this spanking one that each of you will remember for a long time. And since we want to be fair to each of you, and we don't know which one of us spanks harder, each of you will get a session over both our laps."

Angela, sniffling and snuffling in the corner, not daring to touch her smarting bottom (which has now begun to itch maddeningly as well), peeks over her shoulder at the bizarre scene. She is appalled at how hard Glenna is spanking Richard. Embarrassed at how blatantly his struggles expose himself, for she knows full well she must have put on an equally erotic and indecent display. She is awed by Glenna, by how completely she has taken control. It is difficult for Angela to believe that Glenna is actually a couple of years younger than Richard and herself, given the way that she now so totally dominates them both. She concedes that she has richly deserved this spanking, afraid it may be just the first of many. She winces empathetically for Richard with every - SMACK THWACKSPLAT WHAP WHACK SMACK WHAP - that implants yet another crimson blister on his cute and chubby buns.

Mel eyed the paddle in Pam's hand. "You got to be kidding! I'm not going to let you take that to her!"
There wasn't a trace of beauty in Pam's face. "That's your call, you fucking wimp! I'd be just as happy calling the cops…oh, and the local paper too, for that matter! If I remember right Linda here does all sorts of work at the children's hospital. How do you think they'd feel when they find out their sweet Linda is a peeper as well as a fucking deviant who likes screwing herself with a big plastic cock while people watch? Yeah, they'd LOVE having her near the kids then, wouldn't they?" Mel jumped to his feet, his hands fists at his side. "You…you…poisonous cunt! Why I wasted one minute on you…."

In the meantime, Bonnie was frantically trying to break free, while Brenda, abandoned and on her own, decided to complete her mission. Using her superior strength, she pulled the struggling girl forward, literally dragging her toward the foot of the bed, where a storage trunk offered a firm footing for what she had in mind. Reaching the trunk, Brenda planted her left foot near the edge of the brass rim, and handling the squirming teenager like a sack of potatoes, threw her over her left knee. She quickly circled Bonnie's waist and pulled her securely toward her own hip.

For the first hour things went well. Tammy and I ran through our stomach routine..twice. I used the dumbbells while Tammy's did some calisthenics and then we switched. Twenty minutes later we stood staring at the dreaded "NordikTrak" and the stationary bike. I the past Tammy and I had always taken turns on these machines. Talking while one of us rode, the other skied. Then after twenty minutes we'd switch to relieve the boredom. Today, neither of us could get up to the machines. "Spanking time again," Tammy said, pealed down her sweats and underwear and then hoped on the ski machine, pacing her feet in the plastic pedals and her pelvis against the hard plastic support in front of her.

"She tried to say farewell to her former boyfriend the same way you tried to say hello to that cowboy." "Oh no!" "She didn't get so far as you did," Ma Fay said. "But I made her take what was left of her clothes off and lay across the bed for a lasting lesson in fidelity." The memory of lying naked on a bed for a lasting leather lesson in fidelity made Evelyn's heart pound. "After their honeymoon, Matt asked me why I whipped those welts on his wife," Ma Fay said. "She wouldn't tell him."

Though a long, drawn-out spanking was most desirable, Sharon began to pick up the pace. Hurrying her along was the increasing fear of discovery, which worried her but hardly dulled her enjoyment of the task at hand. Since it was getting time to conclude this business and quiet the place off before some one should hear the loud music and investigate, the next three searing hot swats landed across the brightly flushed strip on Tina's bottom in rapid succession. Her misery multiplied, Tina's reaction very nearly overbalanced her self and the chairs she was over as she struggled all the more with the bonds and twisted and turned to her full est strength and ability. She was given nearly a full minute to calm down, her voice a steady howl, her butt raw and deeply blushing. Stacy then had time to snap off a few more pix before Sharon stepped back into position. Stacy caught her attention with a motion, three fingers which either meant three more frames left in the roll or three more licks, which Sharon acknowledged as she brought the paddle up, then brought it down with force to impact onto the quaking derriere of her victim. Sure she wouldn't sit for days, Tina squalled as her back side seethed with a hot pain of the like she hoped earnestly she would never experience again. Of the few girls who regularly worked out in the gym's weight room, why did Sharon have to be one of them? It wa bad enough to have to see the bitch in there when ever she went for a work out, but to have Sharon working so diligently on her bare tushes was a sadder misfortune still! The paddle landing on her bottom flattened the round hemispheres a fraction of a second, followed by wild jiggling and loud shouts of pain from the recipient of the ass-blistering. Each clap of the board striking once-pale girlflesh sent Tina into a new paroxysm, tears and entreaties doing nothing to cease nor soften the next descent onto her tenderized seat.

Alice shrieked as Bea grabbed her by the arm and dragged her up the stairs and into Bea's bedroom. Bea's bedroom was tastefully furnished with a large English cherry bed. A starched and ruffled muslin cover rimmed its base. Persian carpets covered the planked floor. Belgian lace curtains hung at the windows. A tall bureau of drawers, a full-length oval mirror, and an upholstered chair Bea used for reading - and spanking Alice - furnished the room in an uncluttered elegant style. A maple hairbrush lay on the bureau. It was a classic oval with a long slender handle. Its back broad and flat. Its finish had been worn to a smooth luster by years of use on Alice's bare seat. Alice dreaded that hairbrush. Her foster-mother had begun to use it when she turned twelve. It was ever so much worse than the supple willow switches Bea kept soaking in a crock on the back porch or the oiled mahogany belt. Bea took the brush from the bureau. Gesturing with it, she pointed Alice toward the bed.

I opened the door that led down to the basement. The sound of squabbling, muted before, hit the ears like a riot scene from a cheap movie. The three were so absorbed with their quarrel they didn't immediately notice my entrance, or that of my shock troops led by Drill Sergeant Sandy. When they did, they stood shame-faced, staring comically at us. It looked like the Gunfight at the OK Corral in fancy dress. The forces of law and order, the Goodies, were in their ceremonial dressing robes and the Baddies were wearing that modern version of the Teddy nightgown, the long T-shirt. I hoped they all had panties on underneath or I was on shaky ground. Angie worried me. She kept tugging the hem of her shirt down as if she hadn't. I hoped it was just she had more modesty than the others did.

Angie continued to struggle, unable to make out what was going on with all the rustling and whispering. Her bottom clenched convulsively and her flesh rose in bumps as though cold. We enjoyed watching her discomfort, knowing she was going crazy as she tried to figure out who we were. Jenny and Martha were bisexuals and though I wasn't, my pussy was so wet I could feel the droplets trickling down my inner thighs. I had a strange butterfly feeling in my stomach and wondered what it would be like to be at the receiving end of Jenny and Martha's ministrations.

She had decided how she would arrange things. The girls would move the couch to the center of the room. One would lie over each overstuffed arm, head and arms on the couch and feet on the floor. She might even have them hold hands. With this arrangement she could easily alternate between backsides. While the pain in one girl's bottom was slowly waning, the naughty minx could focus on her friend's impending painful stroke.

Kris was shocked to feel her skirt being rucked on to her back. With the weather being as warm as it was Kris had not worn pantyhose. There was nothing other than a pair of cotton panties between her and Mary Kay's hand. The panties offered no protection for they were quickly grabbed and yanked to her knees. Kris began to struggle again, the memory of the spankings she had received in college motivating her to get away. She felt her big sister lean forward and out of the corner of her eye saw the paddle gripped in MaryKay's hand.

Mama resumed scolding. Yes, I knew what was going to happen. I had to answer in a clear voice, bent double with the blood rushing to my head, while my brothers and sisters watched. I was going to be paddled. Oh yes, I knew why. Because I had disobeyed my mother. Not only that, I had lied and been sneaky. Yes, I did deserve it. Yes, I knew it was going to hurt. Sure, I probably would be eating my meals standing up for several days. No, no, no, I'd never lie and sneak again! Oh, I meant it, too. The prospect of one of Mama's punishments did wonders toward improving my attitude. Unfortunately, this change of heart only seemed to last as long as the stinging and burning in my rear end, before I'd be tempted once again, and once again sure I could get away with whatever it was I wanted to do, without getting caught.

Captain Warner cinched her in tighter around the waist and her wrists being bound, Jennifer found she was unable to protect her denuded bottom. The cheeks colored rapidly under his hard palm and the whiteness was soon replaced by a dusky red shade. "Owww ... Please, Captain ... Ouch ... I'm sorrryyy ... That's enough ... Please don't spank me any more ..." Once again, Captain Warner was hearing the pleas of a little girl while spanking the fully developed buttocks of a grown woman. Jennifer certainly did not resemble a police officer with her pants and panties tangled around her ankles and her reddening behind on display.

Debbie lifted her weight clear of Sally's lap, and as she did so Sally slowly pulled the knickers down, the waistband taking on the contours of Debbie's bum as it slid over it, revealing its pinky-red complexion at the crowns where Sally had so far aimed all her blows. In one continuous movement, the garment slithered all the way to the ankles, where co-operation from Debbie, stepping out one foot at a time, served to remove them altogether. Sally was pleased to note that they were a little wet at the crotch as she glanced them over before tossing them to one side. Without them, the legs stretched away from her lap looked even longer. Before taking hold of the hairbrush, cool fingertips explored the marked areas of the target. They were hot to the touch. It thrilled Sally to the core. "And the best yet to come!" she thought.

Sadie had had sex both under the bush and at the top of the hill - in fact she had had sex under most of the bushes and at the top of most of the hills in the whole park. The two girls hurried to the top of the nearest hill where Sadie knew there was a dip that hid one conveniently from everyone. When they got there, they looked around. There was no-one anywhere in sight so they turned to face each other. Sadie felt oddly shy - Sarah-Anne really was astonishingly pretty.