Female/Male Stories

Her rich-textured laugh indicated she'd virtually read my mind, what there was left of it. "Come now," she admonished. "Let's hurry along. We don't have a great deal of time to waste. It's been so long since you've gotten your bum tanned that you're probably the next thing to being incorrigible. Follow me!"

I was speechless while she tickled my wrist and I looked across the table at my tutor's soft cheekbones, small, yet sharp nose and kind wide eyes. The 'position' she was suggesting wasn't clear to me enough so I could picture it, but I knew it involved me 'fucking myself up the ass', a physical impossibility for sure. But my dad had warned me that Mrs. Martin was "as exacting as she is fair" and I felt a slight shutter of dread mixed with excitement as I pictured this lady coaxing me to actually try doing what she was suggesting.

When Jan catches him feigning sickness to get out of a trip to the city, she accepts his proposal that she spank him for punishment. Might as well do it right, she buys a big wooden hairbrush and has him drop his pants for the spanking. A couple of months later, Jan and a friend contrive to get him to give them a similar punishment.

A group of middle aged women find things much more interesting when they receive a lecture on how to spank deserving men, and how to make them accept it, with a demonstration.

Teenage boys feel their oats, but if they act up in church during colonial times, they were apt to be publically spanked by the Deacon's wife and then, later, have their mother deal with them in the woodshed.

My roommate, Jerry Wilson, was another pledge like me, also a bit embarrassed by never having been paddle-tested, and I guess we were a bit tiresome---always late, not doing chores, lipping off, and generally asking for trouble. Both of our pledge masters desperately would have liked to swat us, and we both deserved a spanking. We were asking for it, we even taunted them for not daring to tan our hides.

In all my 43 years, I'd never experienced anything like the embarrassment I was feeling at that moment. I was certain that Anne had told Jeanette, at one time or another, that she regularly spanked me. It would be a natural presumption that Jeanette would've advised Ray of the situation. But, I never dreamed Anne would spank me in front of others. I truly had created a monster!

When I got enough gumption to confess that I enjoyed being spanked, it was as though I'd come from some other planet, probably from some other galaxies.

However, once she'd become convinced that my hangup was "for real", she began to indulge me. Then, after a few sessions wherein she laid the hairbrush, strap or paddle across my bare backside,she began to enjoy it---really enjoy it.

From that point on, there was no stopping her. She even conned her father out of his old razor strop.

"Something tells me that by the time you get through with my bottom, I'll be feeling something quite different from my oats."

"An astute observation," she replied with a wicked laugh--as she brought the strop down across my bare rump. I jumped to the point that I literally fell off the pillows. Oh, what a shot that first one was!

We had already spent ten days at the lake cottage some friends of hers owned and she had already given me a terribly severe razor-stropping and had used a hairbrush on me. Both of those instances had occurred after we'd indulged in our nightly ritual of skinny dipping at the cottage. "Don't dry your bum," was her fraternal cry. She then proceeded to dry it with the razor strop and the hairbrush. In addition, she'd given me a terribly severe whipping with four switches she'd cut during a mid-day hike in the woods. She'd administered the switching in broad daylight as I lay over a tree stump in a clearing in the center of those woods.

Jeanette and Anne had been bosom buddies for years -- and they both had the bosoms to prove it. Anne had, some months before, spanked me -- paddled me, actually -- in front of Jeanette and Ray. It was quite a mortifying experience for me at the time. At this point, however, I can look back on it with a warm memory -- of a hot fanny.

My natal night figured to be along those same lines.

I was beginning to wriggle about on her lap. She wrapped her left arm around my waist as she continued to pummel my naked posterior with that damnable hairbrush. In as much as she outweighs me by maybe 90 or 95 pounds, and is probably an inch or two taller than me, she didn't have much trouble keeping me in position, while she pounded my vulnerable backside.

Once again, I heaved a massive sigh as I heard the quirt swoosh its way through the air. I was totally unprepared for the severity of the shot - and for the stripe of fire her latest implement seared into my unprotected backside. I almost lost my breath as I attempted to inhale at the same time I gasped involuntarily.

Dick was in trouble at school. Mrs. Parker and Mrs. Jennings would fix it by having him lower his pants and underpants for the hickory stick and paddle, and having his mouth washed out with a bar of soap.

"I don't think you understand. Patti's birthday spankings are a lot like all-day suckers. They last a long time. It is now nine in the morning. You are going to get your first birthday spanking. I am going to put you across my lap and spank you with the palm of my hand. Then every other hour, on the hour, you are going to get another installment of your birthday spanking. And each installment will be a little more severe than the one before. Your last installment is scheduled for five tonight, after which, if you have been a good birthday boy and taken your entire birthday spanking, we will make love like it has never been done before by anyone here on earth, or at least it will seem that way. What do you think?"

Lauren began to stare at her drunken husband, a strange light emerging from her piercing eyes. "I'll tell you what!" she started, then paused. "This simply won't do...you're about to become a father. I need you to be a responsible adult." Then she pushed the wooden kitchen chair she had been sitting on toward Steven. "We simply can't go on like this...I have to be able to trust you...pull down your pants and bend over the back of that chair."

At first Gabriella spanks Greg because he is a womanizing SOB. Then they find they both like it and each other, their love is nourished by sex and spankings.

Bernie had dreamed of a woman who would spank his bare bottom. Now he had a wife that did that, gave him enemas, and who, along with her mother and sister, would raise man-management to heights he had not imagined.

Ernie's arrogance has caused him to lose his job, again. Having to don pink panties, and receive spankings from his psychologist, wife, and new boss, along with having them run a dildo up his backside pretty well ends his arrogant behavior.

Ernie's arrogance has caused him to lose his job, again. Having to don pink panties, and receive spankings from his psychologist, wife, and new boss, along with having them run a dildo up his backside pretty well ends his arrogant behavior. (Part 2!)