Female/Male Stories

Meg smiles contentedly. This is all a dream come true for her as well. She had a real crush on Craig that summer, and had contrived to peep in on almost all of his spankings. His ignorance of her had made her mad, made her long to be the one whose lap he spanned, the one who so vigorously blistered his cute and chubby buns, the one who so warmly comforted him when the spanking had concluded. She had considered it but a flight of fancy though, for he wasn't in Iowa, and now they were both adults. But she had begun to have second thoughts when he first began acting up, and by the end of the party was convinced that he was really asking for a good, sound spanking. Probably really needs a good, sound spanking. And so here he is. A dream come true. She takes some time to savor the moment. Admiring the smoothly swelling contours of his plump posterior. Every bit as attractive as those now routinely seen in perfume ads in Vogue. She runs her hand exploringly over the twin mounds, suppressing a giggle at his compliance. Surprised, but pleased, and realizes this must be fulfilling some deep felt needs of his, too. She doubts, however, that he will be pleased for long, for she intends to be quite severe! She clears her throat and croaks, "All right, Craig, I guess I don't have to tell you what this is all about, do I?"

"Good answer, naughty man. The paddle and strap of level six were waiting after the hairbrush." Robert stood still in the corner as Melanie explained all eight levels of punishment to her guests. Then, while tapping the hairbrush against her palm, she gave Robert a scathing lecture on his inconsiderate and immature behavior that had him waiting for a harsh session with her hairbrush. She would be especially strict tonight, wanting to demonstrate how soundly a man could and should be punished. "Over by my side, Robby, in position."

"Don't give me that. I saw your bleary eyes and stifled yawns. Your head was hurting too. It was a hangover from your bachelor party after the rehearsal." Mike ruefully nodded. "I should put you over my knee and spank you until you can't sit for a week to teach you some self control." She pulled on his arm, thinking he'd never let her do it. To her surprise, he let himself be guided face down over her lap. After a few moments to get over her shock, she gave him a few playful smacks, thinking he'd force his way up, and that would be the end of the joke. She was further astounded when he lay there with no objections. She started spanking the seat of his white underpants harder like she had her younger brother several times as they were growing up. Unlike Colin, Mike didn't offer the slightest protest. After five minutes, she yanked down his briefs and spanked him harder, thinking he'd definitely put a stop to it. He groaned and squirmed, but said nothing. He didn't beg her to stop or try to put his hand over his bottom. He was also getting hard between her thighs. "He likes this!" she thought, and laid into him for another five minutes.

I had been flattered as he rubbed crazily against me. It was his first time after all (mine as well); who knew what reaction either of us would have. Being new it all, I simply took Jeremy's sighing and rubbing as an indication that my swats were effective so I increased the swats as he bucked, cried and finally quivered in orgasm over my lap. He had begged for me to stop then as he composed himself, gathering the towel to dry off. I realized what had happened and for some unexplainable reason (a reason I still cannot fathom, for I wasn't really angry with him for coming) I continued spanking the bottom below me despite Jeremy's request not to. My employee nearly leapt off my lap, spent as he was, and I suddenly realized that with his attention now off his rising erection and impending orgasm his 'attention' would be all the more to the pain he was receiving!

Blushing, he picked up the hairbrush and walked to Katherine's side. She didn't take it right away, and patted his taut buns through the nylon briefs that fit like a second skin. She grasped the waist band and pulled them away to get them over his penis. She slowly lowered the briefs to his knees, impressed by the size of what she had revealed. She imagined them in bed, her on top of him, impaled on his erection, pumping his red sore bottom into the sheets and mattress. She took the hairbrush and tapped her thigh.

Donny Lee lowered himself carefully to keep most of his weight off her. In position, he put his right hand in the small of his back. Someone's trained him well and it wasn't too long ago, thought Katherine. She made up her mind to get to the bottom of it after attending to his bottom. She felt her panties getting damp in the crotch, excited and aroused about spanking a strong young man who willingly accepted her discipline. Her relationship with Donny Lee would be more than employer/employee and go much farther than tonight's spanking.

"FUCK!" SPLAT! Noreen's legs flew so far apart she became unbalanced and started to slide off her dad's lap, but was quickly pulled back. She sobbed loudly, kicking her legs frantically. Her whole bottom was now an angry red with darker spots along her right hip where the tip of the belt had dug in. In spite of her pain she continued to yell the word every few seconds. It was obvious that she had been well trained and knew that disobedience would only result in an even worse fate.

And spank him she did. After tugging down his latex shorts to expose a bottom that was already flaming like a beacon and badly blistered, she ordered him to bend over the arm of the couch, where she spanked him severely for many long minutes. Spank… spank… spank…spank…the blows came hard and fast, as she layed into him with the wild swinging movements of one deranged, and crashed the cane down across his trembling behind again…and again…and again… But Barry had borne his punishment well, and bit down on his lower lip to prevent himself from crying out at the wild and savage ferocity of the beating. And never trying to suck his bottom in to avoid the next hard stripe that fell. And even when Penny had switched to the backs of his thighs after she had bled his bottom, he remained as still and stoically brave as a revered and suffering saint of old.

"What ... what ... what are you ... ?" "I'm going to give you a spanking, of course! I'm going to spank you, Al! I'm going to spank your ass! Your bare ass! If you're going to act like some kind of little kid ... then, you're going to start getting treated like a little kid. And little kids get themselves spanked when they act up. That's what's going to happen to you ... happen to you right now. Get across here! Now!"

"Oh... please... Martha..." Mike begged as she stood up and walked over to the dresser that had contained that fateful envelope. He wished he knew what was in it. He had a pretty good idea because he had requested a fantasy much like the one he was in. However, he never thought about Martha acting it out. It was exciting to think about what could happen. Who knew what ideas Martha had gotten from her reading of his mail. He felt as if he were going to come just thinking about the possibilities. Then he froze. He saw that Martha was carrying a very short stringed... oh. .. it was a penis whip. She was going toooo... noooooo... reading about it was one thing but he didn't think he could... "Martha, honey... you don't need to do everything that the story suggests... Martha for heaven's sake, I don't think..."

Billy grunted, biting his lip until he tasted blood, horrified by the idea that he might cry out in front of the neighbor girl. He clenched his buttocks as Lorraine spanked each cheek, alternating from one to the other, leaving fiery imprints of her palm on his tender flesh. After ten hard swats, he began wriggling back and forth, trying unsuccessfully to find some relief from the volleys of stinging smacks.

After fifteen, he began to groan and cry out softly, his behind burning as if he had been stung my a swarm of bees. After twenty whacks, his cheeks began twitching as if they had a mind of their own, and after twenty-five he began to plead with her, oblivious to the humiliation and indignity of his situation. He felt like a blouse upon which an iron had been left too long, imagining painful black scorch marks marring his smooth buttocks.

Once I'd divested myself of my pants, shorts, shoes and socks, I left them in a pile on the floor. "My God," she growled. "I think you must be the most helpless person I've ever seen. You'd better marry me sometime soon . . . or you're going to turn into a grade A klutz." "Marry you? Are you saying . . . " "Right now, I'm saying lie down on the bed . . . on your tummy. I want to see you fanny." I did as I was ordered.

I would stand there, trussed and shivering, waiting for the first lash to fall on the tender flesh of my exposed bottom. I never had long to wait. Standing well back Martha would whip my bottom and legs until she had exhausted her anger. "Dancing" was a mild description of my gyrations. I am never been a hero when Martha worked over my bottom and I was even worse when the belt was working over a rear already sore from the hairbrush. It felt like a swarm of a million bees was using my behind for target practice. Even tethered as I was, I would caper about like a madman, jumping and hopping and twisting, but never avoiding the fall of the strap. Martha never lectured me when the strap was falling but, then, it is doubtful whether I could have listened to her scolding while I was trying to avoid that awful pain. I doubt that I would even have been able to hear her soft voice over the buzzing in my ears and my cries of pain.

"Ed, come in her please!" She called and waited. She could have gone into the living room but she wanted him to come to her. "Edward, come into the kitchen!" She waited but still there was no response. "Edward, get your ass into the kitchen this minute!!" She hadn't exactly yelled but her voice hand been loud and firm. She got a response. She heard him shuffling toward the kitchen, muttering something like, "What the hell does she want now?"

Katherine got busy with cups and coffee pot while I stood around feeling useless and wondering if I had imagined the episode on the stairs. Minerva had looked so sexy. I hoped she was not going to come out in a shapeless bathrobe and bedroom slippers. I didn't have to worry. Noisy heels approached. Mother swept in. She was wearing 'something cooler' for sure. A low cut, short garment, which allowed inspection of half her breasts and three fourths of the nylon legs. I appreciated both ends, had a little time to check again if I really did see a smudge of here middle. Minerva glanced at there daughter who was studying her open_mouthed. "Why is this naughty boy standing around? Why didn't you put him in the corner, Kat?" "Go stand in the corner, Jimmie," Katherine said dutifully. I obeyed.

I waddled my way to stand at her right side--a position from which she guided me across her lap! Her left hand closed upon the back of my neck--holding me firmly in place! "Now, one thing I want understood," she growled, "I don't want you to even think about covering your bum with your hands. I won't tolerate it! If you do, it's going to go that much harder on you...and it's going to be pretty painful to begin with." I could almost feel the air in the cluttered little office stir, as she raised that horrible hairbrush over her right shoulder--then brought it crashing down on my right bottom cheek!

"Very well, young lady. You have now earned 10 extra spanks for dawdling! If I have to come and get you it will be 25 extra!" Lisa finally snapped out of it and made her way over to her governess' side. Emily reached up and grabbed her, dragging her over her lap. She took a moment to adjust the naughty girl on her lap, then lifted her dress up to her slender waist. Although she knew it was coming, Lisa still cried out in horror as Emily pulled her white nylon panties down to her knees. With the decks cleared for action, Emily raised the hairbrush and brought it down decisively across both dimpled cheeks. Again the study was filled with the sound of a solid wooden hairbrush spanking soft feminine flesh and the anguished cries of one very sore teenager.

 

Lou swallowed. Charlotte's body was even better close up. His suspicions were confirmed about the trick that was being played on him when Charlotte didn't offer to cover herself or for that matter even close her legs. Her fingers were still buried in a spot that looked like heaven to him. He wasn't sure exactly how the joke should work--Laurie, his wife, had dragged him into a room that had a beautiful, naked woman lounging on a bed with her legs wide open. Was he supposed to look away? Maybe beg for a taste? With his wife watching? He was beginning to think that he wouldn't mind losing this bet. It looked like a win/win situation to him.

Dear Lord! Was it actually going to come true? She wasn't rattling my cage – just to see me disintegrate before her very eyes – was she? She wouldn't be so sadistic as to have me rent a room – and then not show up – would she Let me explain: The "Whoopie Motel" was a term they used to use on the old Sonny & Cher Show. Everyone knew what they meant – even in those more-pristine days of television. The Ram's Head Motel, on the bypass, was our town's answer to the "Whoopie Hotel". It was located way back from the highway – and provided boodles of parking space behind the three-story building. It was comprised of 60 rooms – all of which had exotic lighting and water beds (with vibrators) and mirrors on every wall, as well as the ceiling above each of the king-sized beds. Everyone in town called it the "Whoopie Motel"! I guess it was a pretty heart-felt tribute to a pretty neat TV show.

"Now Ruth," Ann instructs, "it's really quite simple. Just tug down his shorts, like this, so his bottom is all nice and bare. Now I prefer to have him a bit further over," Anne explains, shoving her hand between Frank's thighs and rudely pushing him forward so he is angled athwart her lap, his upper body under her left arm, his throbbing erection clamped securely between her silken thighs. "See the difference, Ruth? This way his chubby cheeks are all nicely plumped up, plus I can easily get to this part her," she points out, patting the exterior slope of Frank's left buttock,"something I couldn't do if he were snugged up close. That's really all there is to getting ready to start. Have I left anything out, Frank?"

"These, my dear," said Sarah, "are birch switches. Cut fresh off a birch tree. Of which, I'm pleased to say, Lynn has a fine specimen right out in her backyard. You just cut a few thin twigs like these off the tree, each about a quarter inch or maybe an eighth inch thick and about three or four feet long, then with a pretty feminine ribbon," she drew a few feet of pink, inch wide ribbon from the pocket of her slacks, "you bind six of them together at one end to form a handle." She proceeded to suit her actions to her words. "There, now. You see?" She held up the bundle of switches she had bound together. "You notice I've put one switch aside, but here," she waggled the bundle, "you have what is known as the birch. Very efficient, I must say."

Lucy beams at her hubby's trim, but tender and well-fleshed buttocks. She really loves George, and loves soundly spanking his cute buns, too! She feels indebted to SWAT for enriching her life, indebted to George for being such a good sport about the whole thing. "Hang on Georgie, its spank-spank time!" She warns him in her best baby-doll voice. Then . . . SMACK WHAP CRACK SPLAT WHACK WHAP SMACK CRACK SPLAT WHAP WHACK SMACK she commences with a rapid fire volley designed to keep him off balance, not giving him time to react until she's already made the shimmering summits of both cheeks glow rosily. Pausing a moment to let her panting husband catch his breath, she SMACK WHACK WHAP SMACK WHACK WHAP CRACK SPLAT WHACK WHACK SMACK moves quickly down to those sweet undercurves that make sitting such a problem when properly spanked. Another pause, then CRACK SPLAT WHAP WHACK SMACK WHAP SPLAT WHACK CRACK SMACK WHAP she returns to each cheek's chubby crown, spank by painful spank. Then, CRACK WHAP SMACK SPLAT WHACK SMACK WHAP CRACK WHACK she remains there, watching the wildly wriggling buttocks turn from rosy to crimson and then to dark, burnished maroon. She finishes WHAP CRACK WHACK SPLAT SMACK WHAP CRACK WHAP SMACK WHACK SPLAT by applying a final layer over the entire bobbing, bouncing mass . . . ignoring the lusty howls and whoops George is now bellowing loudly enough so everyone can hear. She helps him up, smiling as he clutches his scalded seat with both hands and prances frantically around the room.

The next one was across the top of his thighs. Jerry yelled louder, trying to pull the short chain of the handcuffs apart while hopping from one foot to the other. "No sewer mouth tonight," she warned. "The swat was a warning. I have some soap for your mouth if I hear anymore." She stepped in front of Jerry, looking at the stress and confusion reflected on his face. She also noticed his erection was now flaccid. She held the ruler in one hand, and showed him a key on a chain around her neck. "Just say unlock the cuffs, and I will. You can get dressed and leave, taking your flowers with you, a one way trip."

Downstairs, Cathy told Jack how it was through a very long hard spanking. She liked to tell him things as he knelt before her with his sore bare ass just in the right place for her to spank hard with her crude paddle. He seemed to be so much more receptive to new her ideas that way. Never a bit of back talk or a hint of resistance to her orders. She finished her long lecture with the words Jack feared. "Now I think I better put you back over my knee and give you another little spanking on your cute little ass to make sure you don't forget any of this." "Oh, please don't, Cathy!" There was real panic in his voice as it rang out through the floor above them. "I'll never forget! Please don't spank! Please! Oh, please! I'll do anything! Please don't beat my poor ass again today! I'll be so good! AAAAAA! AHAHAHAHA!" She spanked him over her lap with his legs free to kick. Whacking him hard and fast, she quickly fired up his red backside and kept it frying for about a minute before she lay him on his side on the floor at her feet.

He clenched his teeth and shook his head, keenly aware that his body did not have the beauty or perfection of line that hers did. Very gently she puts her arms around him and gave him a soft kiss on the mouth, then tugged the elastic band of his underwear over his hips. Her tongue flicked inside his mouth, as she fondled his buttocks. Desire exploded inside him and he curled his hands around her waist. Then she gave him a smart swat on his bare butt with her hand and pulled quickly away. "Jasmine," he cried angrily, craving her fiercely.

Vanessa towered over the diminutive prostitute and felt uncomfortably like an Amazon. But far from deterring her, this anomaly fired her up to fever pitch, as she imagined herself submitting to a spanking at such a tiny woman's hands. Big strong confident Vanessa, with her authoritative manner, that held her in good stead as a publishing executive; longing to explore her submissive side with a stern woman who would spank her tush with a fine degree of sensitivity and relish.

"Yes, ma'am," Eric shifted from foot to foot and tried not to think about the paint stirrers. He tried not to think about that letter when Victoria had asked if he could take it. He tried to remember what she had replied to his saying that she would stay in his limits. In play, she would. THIS WASN'T PLAY! He sniffed and tried to stop the tears. He had never believed that he would really cry. He was crying. Because his bottom hurt and because he was going to get more. Victoria was going. to spank the insides of his cheeks, his crack. She was going to spank his bottom hole. It was going to really hurt. He was going to really feel it. It wasn't going to be his imagination. She was going to make it hurt and make it be real discipline. Why had he ever thought he needed real discipline? He couldn't... he wouldn't... yes, he would... he would take whatever she handed out.

She smacked his bottom a few more times and petted him. Finally she looked up at me and seemed to remember that I was Victoria and was the one who had set the whole meeting up. She gave me an apologetic grin and motioned for me to go ahead with the spanking. I smiled at her. I understood. She was like a cat who had discovered catnip. There was no way she wanted to be separated from that bottom that was there for the taking. Introducing real spanking to newcomers is a thrill. It is like being a virgin again and again and again.

The two had gone together for over a year before Vito proposed and it had been awhile before Cecilia accepted. The sticking point had been Vito's smoking. Cecilia was strongly against smoking. "It's a filthy habit," she would tell him. "And I don't want to marry someone who might die an early death from a heart attack, lung cancer or emphysema." Personal experience had made Cecilia bitterly opposed to smoking. She had loved her father dearly – he had been a Mr. Mom to her when her parents broke up – and she had watched him die from a combination of lung cancer and heart attacks. He had been a very heavy smoker as had her uncle who had struggled for years with emphysema before finally succumbing just a year ago. The smell of smoke made her physically sick.

"Are you feeling sorry about all the trouble you've caused today, Mark?" "I'm starting to!" "You don't think I'm so light-handed anymore, do you?" Silence. A flurry of WHACK!'s urged him to speak up. "Oh, no! Nothing light-handed about you, Angie!" "Thanks for the compliment, Sweet-Thing." WHACK! WHACK! "Now, let's discuss your integrity. I want you to be as good as your word from now on." WHACK! "Do you think you can do that, Mark?"

"Yes, ma'am," Douglas said and stepped into the room. He stopped in the doorway of the foyer and looked hard at the office that Victoria had stepped into. He had been vaguely aware of the living room on one side and this door on the other. The living room had looked normal. The office had a giant desk in the middle of the room. A straight backed chair was in front of the desk. Behind the desk and office chair was a desk with a computer. To his left was a couch in front of the wide draped windows. The desk lamps were on as well as a lamp by the couch. It should have appeared comfortable with the certain touches of the woman's personality on the walls and around the room. Bookcases covered two walls and Douglas gulped as he saw a souvenir canoe paddle propped up in one corner. It was twenty-nine inches long and the blade would cover anyone's bottom--naughty or not. There were other paddles lying about. And there was even a spanking magazine on the end table by a paddle. Douglas suddenly knew exactly what was about to happen to him. He also suddenly wondered if he really wanted to run into the real thing. He had dreamed about it. Thought about it. Envisioned it. But not experienced it ever in his life. A woman who thought about spanking him. He wasn't sure if he had died and gone to heaven or that he was about to learn that some prayers are better left unanswered.

Although technically still a virgin, Mark got the idea wondering what was going to happen next. He did not have long to wait. With his stiff member well smeared with the vaseline, he was guided to the daybed at one side of the room and gotten into a kneeling position with his legs spread wide apart. Miss Donewitz sat down alongside Mark and, reaching underneath the lad, took hold of his slippery organ. Mrs. Dunmore took a large, leather strap from the collection on the wall and went to Mark's other side. "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Mark jerked and jumped as the leather came down forcefully on his already sore buttocks. Then, Mrs. Dunmore began to whip in earnest. As the heavy strap rose and fell, Miss Donewitz began to move her warm hand up and down on Mark's penis. The nurse's hand began to move more and more rapidly as the teacher increased both the force and speed of her strapping. "He's coming," exclaimed the nurse in an excited voice.

Using both hands she administered the same twelve whacks to Joe's behind as she had Steven's. If she paused a little longer between strokes it was only for effect and not necessarily to admire her handiwork. Poor Joe took his twelve with the board quite badly. He yelped and moaned and wriggled around. Every time he wriggled he revealed a little of his erect penis to her wondering gaze.

"We'll see." Victoria started spanking much like she always does at the beginning of a spanking. Steady, moderate spanks on alternating cheeks to get the bottom warmed up. They sting but they aren't killers, yet. She goes on and speeds up the spanks until Roger is kicking a little bit and squirming on her lap. Then she speeds up and makes the spanks harder. Roger is really wiggling and wagging his bottom.

As I learned from my mother long ago, a spanking is a powerful influence to change behavior. I appeared at the office every morning promptly at 9, surprised myself by finding that I didn't mind it, and that there was less work to take home when I got busy early in the morning. Sasha had no more reason to complain of tardiness. But that did not mean she was any less my boss. I found that out the day we disagreed on a layout and I said I would NOT do it the way she wanted it. She stopped arguing immediately. I thought I had won the point. But then, "I want you to stay after 5 tonight." "What for?" "We are going to use Mrs. Teake's office after she leaves!"

The Judge had repaired to her chambers to retrieve a few items. When she returned she carried with her a large wide rattan carpet beater an ornate antique affair she used on the oriental rugs she collected - and also on the backside of her own son when he was a youth. There was also an English style leather riding crop tucked under one arm and a flat backed wooden clothes brush of frightening heft and width! None of the boys had seen any of these items employed in this way - they were beyond shock! Out of the three of them only Denny (by far the naughtiest on a regular basis) had experienced a spanking. The other boys hadn't had one since they were very young. Denny, however, had to be kept in line very frequently with a good strapping whenever his dad saw fit but even he was dreading this! Those things would HURT! Judge Martha with theatrical flair positioned her considerable figure behind the boys in such a way that she had free range for a wide swing of the carpet beater.

Susie grinned. "I wouldn't have believed it, you know, but spanking Brian's bare bottom certainly triggered my schadenfreude." Mrs. Blake smiled. "I know, dear. I loved watching my mother make my brothers dance. And it was even more exciting when I got to carry out the whippings. I was the oldest and, in my teens, at my mother's urging, I caned and birched my brothers' bare bottoms. Mother realized it was far more humiliating for them when I caned them, so my canings had a more lasting effect. She even encouraged me to have my girl friends assist, and that was truly efficacious. Plus," she smiled, "awfully entertaining for me and my friends." Susie grinned. "I'll bet it was " "But, back to the problem at hand. What sexual experience have you had?" Susie frowned. "Why're you asking that?"

The housemother looked annoyed, then smiled. "You're being impertinent, Mary, but yes, I have. Once. And I'll never forget it. That's how I know that no one can resist it." She winked. "I think every woman should have a taste of the birch. Just enough to know how it feels." She turned back to us. "And pledges who refuse to obey their housemother or sorority sisters will be birched. So if you are called upon to participate, keep that in mind." Two quick rings of the doorbell interrupted. The housemother smiled. "That's probably our guest of honor. Would the Welcome Committee see to their duty?" Six of the larger girls rose and left. Mrs. Cooper folded her hands and tapped her foot, eyes on the double door. Shortly the Committee reappeared, four of the girls dragging what looked like a large canvas laundry bag. They hauled it to the center of the lighted area where everyone would have a good view, then closed the double doors. A muffled male voice emanated from the bag.

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! The spanks were swift but when she brought down the paddle, Mistress Abracadabra kept the wood against her butler's naked ass for an extra second so the swat would sting just as much as it should. She also waited for a second before the next blow so Rupert could relax the muscles in his cheeks, doing his part to make certain the spanking stung his flesh just as much as it ought to. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! The cheeks bounced in time to the paddle, compressing together, then relaxing and moving apart as they pinkened.

The next hour was among the most humiliating Jason could remember. Darla first examined every part of his body. She made him open his mouth, and ran her fingers around the inside. She poked, pinched, and prodded his chest, stomach, legs, and arms He had to flap his arms like they were wings. She pushed his foreskin back for several minutes, then hefted his balls in her hand. He bent over and grabbed his ankles as she rubbed his bottom, then inserted her index finger into his rectum. He blushed in embarrassment through the procedure. "I guess you're fit enough to endure what I'll put you through, Jason. Madame Donna says you can take a lot. She added that she has never made you cry from a spanking. We'll see about that. Very few men and no women have checked out of Room 211 without shedding tears and begging me for an end to their punishment."

When he did, I laid another three strokes on his cheeks in rapid succession, and instead of counting like he was supposed to, his answer came, "Ow! Ow! Ow! "Get up!" I ordered, "come with me." I led him back into the bathroom. Turning on the faucets. Hot water began filling up the old¬fashioned porcelain tub. I loved this old tub, it was great for stretching out and soaking. I poured a little rosewater in the tub. This naughty boy needed a little perfuming. He smelled like a baby in wet pants.

"You'll be hot before I finish with you!" I responded over his yells. I moved down to the backs of this thighs and he began to kick. At that moment, I pulled out one leg and hooked it over his. I reached for my ruler. The snaps of the ruler really brought the yelps from Oleg. He started to apologize for his laziness and admitted that he thought he could get out of doing the work. He begged me to stop the bites of that ruler landing again and again across his bottom cheeks.

It still struck her as bizarre – she couldn't imagine Simone bent across Ian's knee, or June baring herself for Roger – but in some curious way she enjoyed it. She still disliked the exhibitionism of it – having to present her bared bottom to him. But she enjoyed the light pain which his mild punishments bestowed, and she liked the mastery Rob showed. And more than that, she loved watching the effect she had on him. Midway through the spankings he gave her, he'd always take his pants off, and always, without exception, his penis would be straining with pleasure. When over his lap, Sal would feel it grinding into her tummy, and when bent over the bed she would always steal a quick glance back to see it outstretched before him; red, hard and throbbing. The knowledge that it was her who did this tohim was deeply fulfilling. For some reason that she would never understand, the sight of her naked bum drove him wild with lust; but that made him her man. Like the most valued lovers, she knew how to make her man happy.

hey paddled me quickly, although it didn't feel like it at the time. When Mrs Jackson had bounced the paddle off my bottom for the twentieth time, Mrs Stone ordered me to spread my legs. My panties were around my ankles, and I pulled my ankles apart as far as the fabric would stretch. Mrs Stone did the most humiliating thing of the afternoon by reaching between my legs and stroking my hard penis until I squirted come on the chair seat. It was pleasurable and humiliating at the same time. I screamed, then started a new round of tears as they laughed in ridicule. She gave me a whack on my wounded behind and told me to waddle to the corner with the panties still around my ankles where I stayed with my sore red bottom on display until they left before supper.

If I'd not been "half in the bag", on the night of the Christmas party, I'm positive that I would never have replied to Lois! Not as I did!
I'm glad, though, that I did! I struck (as we say) a "hot button" with her. I was to find out later, that it had been a point of conflict between her and her ex-husband. She had always wanted to tan his butt! Early and often! And he wasn't too thrilled with that prospect! I guess that he'd submitted once or twice – but, he'd been even more unhappy about the situation than Barbara was with my own little hang-up. And, I'm sure that Lois' husband was far more heroic than Barbara. For someone who's not "in" to our little corner of the world, I would have to imagine that having to take a bare-bottomed paddling is one hell of a lot worse – than being called upon to administer one!

"Come here, Charlotte," she ordered tersely, as she sat down on a straight-backed dining room chair that had been placed in the middle of the room for expressly that purpose. And as I bent myself obediently across her lap, I felt a thrill shoot through my hungry genitals at the pain and pleasure that was about to follow.

"You know why you're being punished," she said in a crisp monotone. "You betrayed Barry's trust by acting indecently after you'd spanked him."

"Well, of course I gave it to him hard. God! What'd you expect? I was … I am … into giving males awfully sore asses! I enjoy watching a guy's ass get red … and maybe bruised! Maybe swollen! Enjoy the hell out of the results of my efforts! Enjoy the results! Almost as much as I enjoy actually laying a strap on the ol' ass! But, this little wuss … this little shit … he just couldn't hack the actual spanking! The actual strapping! Couldn't handle it! Went through all kinds of changes, he did! Loved the other part! You-know-what … you-know-where! Just couldn't hold still for me to tan his ass! Got to be where it wasn't worth it.""Didn't you … I mean … weren't there … uh … others?"