Male/Female Stories

My eyes had been getting progressively wider through this speech. Dampness on my palms made me rub my hands repeatedly down the gored denim skirt of the sundress. When he finally finished, I couldn't quite contain a semi-hysterical giggle. "You're kidding, right? Nobody does this sort... I mean, this isn't even legal!" I felt some triumph as the officers in the room exchanged glances. It was short lived. My heart sank as Officer Dunkirk finally replied, "Well Cathy, you have already agreed to accept our local remedy, and you have signed a consent form and an acknowledgment. But you are quite free to back out at any time between now and the end of your punishment, and accept the ticket that is rightfully yours."

She choked back a sob as he placed her hands on the car's roof and jerked the back of her bikini down, exposing her bottom. She pressed her body against the car, hoping to hide from the dozens of people who must be watching. Julie's father smacked her clenched buttocks hard and fast. Julie gritted her teeth and fought back tears of pain and embarrassment as her bottom burned under the spanks.

The day after Gram's birthday party, I had Brandi in her abbreviated riding togs (helmet, dickey, blazer, boots, and crop, but no jodhpurs or panties) kneeling on all fours on my bed. I mounted her from behind, standing on the floor. I gave Brandi her head at first, but then I let her know I was in charge. I raised her head and kept her face forward by holding back pressure on her single long braid with my left hand. That also kept her body pressed back against mine.

She whinnied her approval. I drew the short riding crop from Brandi's right boot and increased her gait by showing it to her. The bed bounced faster and faster and Brandi's breathing kept pace. I slipped the crop under the front of Brandi's blazer and brushed her bra-less breasts with it. Her pace spurted each time the crop flicked one of her nipples. When Brandi thought she could go no faster, I taught her she could by whipping her rump with her riding crop. She was soon bucking and snorting through one orgasm after another. I released my grip on her hair and she fell face down on the bed in a gasping, twitching, jolting, pink puddle.

Barbie's opinions of Uncle Grant changed to opinions about what was happening to her bottom finally. The song changed to "It hurts! I'm sorry! Please stop! Please! I'll be good!" When the cries changed, the smacks slowed down. They might have been a little easier on her bottom but she was so scorched that she was unable to tell the difference.

He continued the spanking and she continued yelling and kicking. Next came the tears. Barbie kicked and cried and looked back at Uncle Grant so he would know that she was really crying. While she hated to give into tears, she hadn't ever had such a hard spanking. Of course, she had never yelled at Uncle Grant that she hated him. She thought that she would be careful not to do it again. After all, it was a lie. She really didn't hate him...but she sure did hate to be spanked.

Her breath was coming in gasps and the nerves were making her body jump wildly. He stepped across to her and caught her by the arm. He turned her around and without the slightest warning gave her three sharp cane strokes across the backs of her calfs. She shrieked and tried to leap out of the way but he had her fast and quickly she was given three more. She howled, clenching her fists with the pain then she burst into tears and crouched down to hold her legs. Stephen had no sympathy for her. He dragged her up and gave her two strokes across her thighs and two more across her calfs. Mirabelle danced in pain, wailing and stamping her feet. She was crying loudly now and clutching her legs continually.

Dennis looked at the wooden paddle that Cindy brought over and held before him. He nodded. He thought about begging her not to use it, but he remembered how she had begged them last weekend not to spank her. They had not even taken a very sore bottom into account. Maggie knew that he was capable of taking as much as she had. She had proven that a person could live through it. He hoped that she was more merciful than he had been. However, he didn't count on it.

Almost instantaneously, he grabbed the strap off the bed and proceeded to strap her soundly. With each stroke the strap whistled through the air to land with a solid CRACK! on her hot, throbbing bottom. Although sounding louder, the strap actually had less of a sting than the paddle, and she found herself thrusting out her bottom to meet it, hoping that the contact would lessen the ache between her legs. She moaned slightly each time contact was made, both from the fire in her bottom and the fire elsewhere. Wiggling her hips, she both wished he would stop and wished he wouldn't. She was lost in that hazy, foggy mind-mist, somewhere between pleasure and pain, her mind swirling with images, viewing herself from outside her body, hearing the strap, feeling the strap, hearing her own breathing as she tossed her head around, her head spinning, spinning, spinning....

She never dreamed that getting a real spanking would make a person feel so humiliated. She really was too old for this. He couldn't treat her this way. She had never minded having her bottom bared for a spanking when it was part of the fun of an evening. But this time was different. He was like an angry father to her errant daughter routine. Why her father had never done this to her--she would be damned if she would let Ted. He didn't have the right to treat her this way. He didn't, and he had to be made to understand that. Those stupid keys weren't such a big deal. If he weren't such a fussbudget about safety--

Blushing, the three girls nodded and acknowledged that Mr. Ives' was correct in his statement. Fixing them with a stern look, Jeremy said, "I have tried to be as lenient as possible while we all were getting used to each other. However, my lenience appears to have been interpreted by some of you as a sign that I do not intend to enforce discipline in my classes. Well, I am going to dispel that idea today. The three of you will report to my office on the second floor at 3:00 PM today. I will not have my assignments flaunted and I can assure you, when I finish with you today, you will not wish to do so again."

Turning on his heel, Jeremy went to the blackboard and began the day's lesson, a review of quadratic equations. Stunned by his announcement, the three culprits could barely keep their minds on their work as visions of what might take place that afternoon dominated their consciousness. Their classmates were singularly unsympathetic and, when the class was finally over, several of them came up to the three girls and chided them about the fact that they were going to 'get the strap' that afternoon.

Fiona bit her lip and closed her eyes in shame. The thought of a spanking worse than the one she had received in the office and a follow-up with the belt shook her. The thought that he would take her over his lap like he did his nine year old daughter only made her prospective ordeal that much worse. Fiona already felt like she had been stripped of all dignity and maturity; she realized that not only was she being treated like a small child but that she felt like one. Oh God, she prayed silently, don't let him beat me. Let him tell me he's only doing this to frighten me. If You make this be all over, I'll be a good girl for the rest of my life. Fiona stood as still as a statue for what seemed a long, long time.

Daddy was really angry at this and his face started ,to turn red. lie yelled at me to, "Stop being such a baby and eat" That made me cry. Whenever Daddy yells at me I cry. Through my tears I tried to tell him that I didn't like spinach and asked him not to make me eat it. Daddy said I had to eat it and again told me to open wide and, again I did not and, again he tried to force my mouth open and, again I shook my head. and, this went on until Daddy finally did spill the food. Daddy was so angry that he put down the spoon and without saying a word, pulled me out of my chair and over his knee. I was already crying and asked him not to spank me again because I was still sore.

"NO! NO!! NO!!! Pleeeeeease," she screamed as he started her panties down the journey of her pretty legs. "Pleeease, not in front of Donna." As the realization that nothing was going to stop the removal of the last obstacle separating her husband's palm from it's designated target, Terri started to cry. Terri normally took her husband's discipline with barely a whimper, rarely a tear but this time it was different. Her bottom hadn't suffered even one stinging spank yet tears were running down her eyes and she was sniffling like a well-spanked young lady. Terri's attempt to place her legs together failed with the first descent of Bob's palm. Terri squealed and kicked her feet as his palm print appeared on her jiggling bottom. "Ohhhh! Oh Bob," Terri cried as she received equal treatment on her other sphere. This was not going to be a slow, building spanking. This was going to be true discipline. Bob was upset and planned to take it out on his wife's bared cheeks.

The rest of the week was uneventful and on Friday, the Taylor's arrived home. It was after dinner time that Jesse came over. He asked how the week had been and then said that Lisa told him that I had spanked her. I said that I had and he asked me why. I asked him if he had seen his car and he said Lisa had not been home when they arrived. I told him what had happened and how Lisa had behaved. I told him I'd only spanked her 10 times and that was after she provoked me. I then took him outside and showed him the dent on my car and pointed out the dent on the rear bumper of his car. Jess had an angry look on his face and told me that had said I had spanked her for no reason but that she had come to my house. Then he started across the street and told me to come with him and he'd get to the bottom of this matter.

"No, what I'm going to do here and now is punish you for the way you've chosen to behave over the last few weeks. Then I'll tell you how I want things to be for the remainder of the time you have left at home. I'd hoped you'd show it wasn't necessary to make rules for you anymore, but you've done nothing but convince me you still need at least a few boundaries to keep you from forgetting everything we've tried to teach you. I intend to provide those boundaries and enforce them with the hairbrush if you push me to it." "No! Daddy! You can't! This isn't right! I'm not a little girl anymore!" I chattered, as he came closer and took my wrist. Then, all-too-conscious of the fact that there were people in offices next door, people likely to pass in the hallway at any time, and Corey just a few yards away, I jammed my hand in my mouth as Daddy led me over to one of the straightbacked chairs against the wall. Almost whispering then, I pleaded. "Please, no, Daddy. I'm sorry if I was rude, but I really think I'm in the right and you made me mad and..."

Transfixed, Joella watched Ken lead her friend by the arm over to the picnic table next to the trees. There was just enough moonlight so that she could see the whole scene clearly. No matter that she knew her friend wouldn't like her watching, that she herself couldn't stand it if someone saw her being spanked, she couldn't take her eyes away. Ken sat down, still holding Nancy's arm. Then, with a sudden jerk, he flipped the girl forward to that she fell across his knees with a squeal of frightened anticipation. Nancy's hair fell forward and she frantically reached for something to cling to...then she yelped and grabbed one hand onto the edge of the bench, the other onto Ken's boot, as the switch swished down sharply.

Jason sat on the front edge of the desk, folded his arms across his chest, and after a moment of consideration, he spoke. "I don't know where to begin, you've broken so many rules. What you did tonight was a dangerous and foolish thing. You put yourself and Chris in a position where you very nearly got yourselves killed. You left the house after dark without permission. You stole a valuable car that belonged to your brother. You were driving it at dangerously high speeds, and you don't even have a license. But I think the worst of all was the deceit. You left the house figuring you'd get back before you got caught, and then you were going to lie to us about what you'd been doing tonight." Jason paused for a moment, and then standing and taking a step toward Jessie, he continued, "I don't think I have to ask if you know what you did was wrong, but it's my responsibility to make sure you understand, this kind of behavior will not be tolerated in this house. I would ground you, but considering the fact that you left the house tonight, knowing it was wrong, I think that would be an ineffectual punishment. So, unless you have something to say for yourself?" He left it as a question.

The original anger she'd been consumed by at actually finding herself being turned over her husband's knee like a recalcitrant child slowly becoming something…else, the woman who had always prided herself on fierce independence and fearlessness in telling people to go to hell if they irked her listened to her normally devoted husband ordering her to fetch him the hairbrush he'd apparently purchased for this purpose and felt, it was so bizarre, a renewed respect, different than she'd had for him previously, and…a strange, unwilling but overpowering desire to..please him and regain his good favor. Not believing she was really complying with his horrifying dictate, Jennifer shakily walked toward the end table where he'd left the Bath & Body labeled sack once he stood her on her feet, thinking on the return trip, "What in hell are you doing?! You're bringing the man something worse to use on you? Are you insane…?!!"

"Very good, Cassie Lee, very good. Now, pull the skirt up," he demanded and she complied, feeling him walk up behind her. He tucked the hem inside the waistband and then reached down to stroke her still panty-covered ass. "I love your ass, little girl," he told her, his voice low and seductive at her ear. He squeezed both handfuls of soft cheek, kneading and heating her flesh. She knew that the warmth from his caresses was going to be nothing compared to that of the stinging blows she knew were coming.

"Juli," he started in a whisper. "I won't do anything to hurt you, not really hurt you. But the thought of you bent over here, your ass in full view of the store, is making me crazy." "Every time you walk into the store from now on, you'll think of being bent over this table," Tom continued and with the lightest push, he bent Juli across the hard smooth surface of the reading table. Juli bent at a perfect height, her crotch snug to the table's soft round edge, her ass high in the air. Tom again played with her skirt hem as the girl look up over her shoulder to the boy's wide smile.

John watched as the red hand print darkened. He decided to see how many individual hand prints he could decorate the squirming white bottom with before he had to settle for a totally red butt. He would imagine he could get at least a dozen if he planted a few on her thighs. He thought her ivory thighs could take a few licks and add to her discomfort when she tried to sit for the next few days. This was one young lady who deserved not to be able to sit for a week, and he was going to try his utmost to make that threat a reality. It was too bad that he didn't know her daddy better--he could suggest a spanking every week for a year or maybe two. Better yet, he could give her a standing appointment himself and dedicate one lunch hour a week to the disciplining of Ms. Melinda Symthe-Carolton. He would even drop his fee for this pleasure.

"I want you," she whispered again. "I need you. I need you to strap me. I need to feel your belt on my ass, until my last resistance is broken and my body has collapsed onto the bed from helpless exhaustion. Until my control is completely gone and nothing exists but you and the leather strap between us. And then just you, inside me. In my sex, in my ass, in all of me. Because then, I need you to fuck me. Hard. Until walking is impossible and my muscles twinge with just the memories of it for hours and hours."

As the warmth spread over her entire sitting down area, Sandra wiggled about provocatively on the man's lap. When he began to use the hairbrush, her bottom moved about much more frantically. Tears were rolling down her face and, like her younger sister, Sandra's bottom was blistering by the time he quit the punishment. Moments later she was standing alongside Debbie, both girls showing the effects of a sound spanking on their bare, crimson backsides. Pam was about to feel the same effects, but she refused to approach the man when he motioned to her. Angered by her defiance, he got up, walked over and grabbed her by the wrist and then pulled her over to the chair.

Flabbergasted, he drew back and gave her a lick as hard as he thought he could. Suzanna bellowed and her hips wove back and forth in his sight. One dark, crimson streak appeared across her upper buttocks. WHACK A second band, as red as the first, and he thought he heard her whine. WHACK! Both the woman's feet came up and kicked frantically. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" When her feet were still and she no longer moaned, he gave her another fearsome stroke. WHACK! "Oh! I'm soooorrry! I'm sooooorry!" she wept. Her shoulders trembled and her legs beat the air. WHACK! The last lick of the strap fell just where her legs joined her buttocks, and the effect was electrifying. Suzanna threw her head back and sobbed out loud, wordlessly. Her backside, now banded with scarlet, bounded before him, legs kicking and her whole body arching with the effort. Where the strap had landed the skin was scarlet, and each stroke seemed to be slightly swollen.

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.

Kristi knew what Paula meant--she knew her sister got spanked by her husband, although she couldn't understand why she put up with it. It was one of those old-fashioned traits of his that she could never come to grips with. "The problem," injected Louis, "is that no one has ever given you the kind of discipline you need. And now, you're about to find yourself out of a job. Vornholt told me today that unless you learn some discipline, he's going to have to let you go."

The first 20 minutes passed quickly for Barbara as she hurried to undress, take a shower and get into her pajamas for her spanking. It was something she had asked for, but only at the insistence of her conscience. Although she had never experienced corporal punishment before, she was aware that it must hurt considerably. On numerous occasions, she had seen her brother return with red eyes and, presumably, a red bottom after a session with his father and noticed that he sat very gingerly for the next few days. As the final 10 minutes ticked away, she stood in front of her dressing room mirror, dropped her pajama pants and observed the white cheeks of her behind. Uncovered, they looked so helpless, which they would be once they were over her daddy's lap.

"Naughty, shameless little girls need to be punished. Isn't that what he'd say, Theron, me girl? Well brought up young ladies need a good dose of discipline to keep them from doing wanton things like this!" Jimmy turned Theron around to face him, and bent to sear her lips with a bruising kiss, their tongues fencing frantically. His hands teased her aching nipples. His tongue then savored each bared bud. Theron threw her head back and moaned in rapture. Jimmy teased her with his tongue until she was writhing in his grasp.

Peter tugged up on the chain, forcing her to her toes, then pulled it forward and slipped the chain over one of the hooks. Since there was a shelf at about the height of her belly this left her bent forward, her behind pushed out invitingly, legs spread somewhat for balance.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Jenny watched her sister's fanny wiggle and bounce under the attack. Though the teenager was proud of her own figure, she had always envied the sexy shape of her older sister's buttocks. Seeing them wiggling under a spanking hand like any little kid was strange, no matter how often she had seen the sight before. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! "Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Please stop. Noooo. Yeeeooww. Please. "Diane wasn't acting like a college graduate. She didn't look like the professional reporter. Lying there - completely naked - with her backside getting more and more red, her legs kicking, her arms flailing and her red face twisting from side to side as she begged for mercy. Her eyes blinked back tears as the stinging and burning got more intense.

" 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?"

He then walked over to Jenny, took her elbow and half-dragged her to a nearby chair. Over the lap she went, with her firm hips landing in a perfect position across his thighs. In a second, he stripped her panties down. Jenny's bare bottom, the same one Ellemaia had seen wiggling and squirming in the kitchen earlier, was doing quite a bit of squirming already. In the background, Diane stood watching the scene. The bottom half of her bathing suit was at her ankles and she was covering her pubic area with both hands. From her angle, Ellemaia could see her naked cheeks from the side, a few pink blotches already visible.

"I was only spanked once in my whole life." There was a dreamy look in Lisa's eyes, and the sparkle seemed to have gone out, she was somew here far away, in a memory that was unpleasant. "It was my Dad, and he spent years apologizing, but what he did was horrible." There was a pause then finally she begin again "I was fourteen and had saved up from baby sitting to get me a bikini. It really wasn't that brief, but he took one look at it and forbid me to wear it anywhere outside of the house and not even there if he or my brothers were home. I wore it to the public pool. Bad move. He came home early, and Mother told him I was at the pool. He looked in my dresser and didn't find the bikini. When he got to the pool he dragged me out of the beach chair I was in, dragged me to the men's dressing room, made sure everyone in there was dressed, took me in, put me over his lap, pulled my bikini bottom down and whaled the tar out of my bottom for nearly five minutes. There were at least ten to fifteen men in that dressing room, all of them were dressed. I wasn't. He made me get off his lap before I could pull the bikini back up and I was never more humiliated in my life."

After an eternity for the young lady the palm smacked smartly against the crest of the further globe. The sudden change from gentle exploration to sharp spanks startled the girl as she gasped at the bite of that spank. Noisily the spanks were administered over the dancing arches. Each palm print on that pale creamy backside blended in with the others offering a bit brighter shade of pink. Again that palm was attending to the girl's left buttock only this time with smarting swats that made her hips twist over the back of the chair. As the spanks descended to the base of that charming hillock, Mr. Jeffries could feel a momentary brushing of the girl's hairs against his fingertips as the palm flattened the firm yet resilient lower arch of her seat. Since the base of each mound was the focus of extra spanks in all of Mr. Jeffries' spankings, he proceeded to repeat the spanks at that point just where buttock arched away from the tanned thighs. Too overcome by the stinging of that open palm, Kathy was too busy crying to protest this strategy. From his vantage point the man looked down on the deeply divided hemispheres as they yawned and danced under the rain of spanks. Upward the palm cracked until both cheeks glowed brick red and the young lady was crying openly. "Watch it," the man snapped once again, "watch those hands" as the fists jerked at the dress and strove to hold the dress up just inches above the fiery globes of her behind.

Then he began the spanking. She had been yelling from the beginning, threatening his life and everything else that was his, but as Daniel's open palm turned her pretty white bottom to a dark shade of red, her yelling changed to pleading. First to Daniel then to Charlie. I loved it. Oh, God I knew how much it hurt too. She kicked furiously as Daniel continued the chastisement by slapping her thighs. Surprisingly he looked up at me when she began crying and remembering that day awhile back and asked, ?Do you think she's had enough, Claire?"

The man seated himself on the corner of the girl's bed and drew Wendy up and over his lap. The towel lay discarded on the floor. The bikini clad girl lay with her hips resting on the man's left thigh. He worked his right leg over the backs of her bare thighs just above her knee hollows. Her legs extended on the bed to his right. Purposely he sat at the corner of the bed so that the girl's upper body was extended off of the bed forcing her to support herself with open hands pressing to the rugged floor. In an instant the disobedient young lady was positioned in a painfully helpless pose, her rump jutting almost lewdly , owing to the force angling of her upper body off of the high bed. The nubile body lay draped most effectively for the disciplinary swats of the hairbrush. The man's heavy right legs easily kept the girl's feet from thrashing about. Yet her feet were free to kick uselessly at the bed.

Well, Mrs. Martin," intoned the Judge," It has long been my feelings that today's divorces rate is directly attributable to the fact that husbands are losing their once dominant position in the home. Wives are so-called "feminists---tommy rot. When young wives misbehave what they need is not more license to be independent . . .what they really need is a good bare bottom spankings from their husband! So, when young woman are brought before me to be sentenced for minor offenses, I give them the option to receive the punishment they deserve . . .if you wish to accept fines or a "cooling off" in jail . . .that's fine with me. But I give then the option to have a "bottom warming" rather than a "cooling off" period in jail. I leave it up to you ladies . . .which is to be?" Catherine Martin's mouth dropped when the Judge's short speech concluded. She looked at Janet in amazement . . .Janet looked at Helen in horror and for a few moments, silence reigned. Catherine Martin looked at Judge Discipline with an icy of her icy blue eyes. "Will you kindly be more specific as to your absolutely incredible statement?"

"Enough...enough pleaseee!" she wailed, her fisted right hand waved along her right hip caught between the desperate need to rush back and intercede on behalf of her burning behind and the knowledge that such an act would be inviting, possible, even an angrier and prolonged punishment. Just as the case for her behind was winning out the spanks stopped. Kathy continued to writhe and grind her hips about as the sting of those spanks tormented and burned. The distraught young lady felt herself being put back onto her feet. She stood trembling as her guardian's fingers fumbled at the snap and zipper at the side of her pants. "Ohhh nooo, no, ohh!" was all she could babble as the undoing of her pants proceeded. The pocketless seat of those thin cotton pants had offered little protection but even this was being tugged down. Burning anew with humiliation, she struggled to remain in place, fists clenched tightly at her side as the pants were rolled inside out down to her knees. Kathy shut her eyes, tears streaming down her feverish face as the fingers returned to grasp her panties. Mr. Jeffries' voice could be heard but his words were lost to the young anguished lady as she felt the waist band of her panties slip easily over the sore moons of her pert behind, down, down until the feminine undergarment was stretched twix the firm slender columns of her thighs. Wendy was hypnotised by the sight of her sister's naked bottom facing her. Both sisters were plenty old enough to be embarrassed by the sight presented to their guardian, but he seemed oblivious to this as his lecture continued, a lecture that was falling on burning ears.

The 23-year old didn't have time to ponder the questions of the universe. One look toward the back of the store and the pretty young woman's heart skipped a beat. Standing just outside the doorway is her mother, dressed in her normal, conservative attire with a no-nonsense look on her face. In front of a store full of customers, the woman raised her right hand and beckoned with her index finger for her oldest to follow in her sister's footsteps. Cindy felt that everyone in the store was watching her childish comeuppance. Still, what could she do? The last thing she heard before putting her right foot in front of her left was the sales woman whispering, "ouch, another spanking." Walking between the many racks of new clothes, Cindy couldn't believe the way her mother was reacting. 'What did I do?' What did I do?' was the thought that raced through her head over and over as her feet got heavier and heavier as she moved closer and closer to her angry parent. Before Cindy could blurt out "mom I'm sorry..." she felt her left ear lobe grabbed between a powerful thumb and forefinger as she was dragged back into the hallway and down a line of small dressing rooms until the two were at the very last cubicle.

The man patted the panty encased globes for the longest of times, drawing new outbursts of blubbering from the once stoic youngster. As he patted her, the girl's guardian proceeded to lecture her on the need for obedience and submissiveness. The palm smacked smartly now and then to this or that arch of gyrating buttock. The girl's seat was extremely firm and compact, the cheeks desperately trying to clench as if to diminish their vulnerability and compromise the indecent display that caused the girl's face to burn hotly. With a most casual and unhurried manner the man's fingers began to pull the girl's undergarment downward to bare her yawning behind. This slow disrobing was clearly meant to make perfectly clear to the young girl who was in charge .... that she was subject to whatever actions her guardian deemed necessary .... that she would remain helplessly before him until he was quite satisfied with the thoroughness of her chastisement. And so she struggled and sobbed as her panties were worked down to just below the base of her rounded and protruding backside. What a sight &nbsp.&nbsp.&nbsp. softly pink from the initial manual correction, the girl's bared behind was flexed in flawless perfection over her guardian's lap. The young lady's hips and seat were pale in contrast to the deep tan of her legs and arched back. The creamy flesh revealed the modest cut of her bathing suit bottoms and provided an ideal canvas for the rosy handprints that were glowing warmly atop the arches and lower summits of both hillocks.

What I saw when I burst into the room drew me up short and stopped me in my tracks. My son-in-law was later to tell me that my eyes came wide open like saucers and for the first time since he had known me, I was speechless. There before me, was my own little Micky receiving a SPANKING!!!! Imagine my surprise! I couldn't believe my eyes, but there she was right before me; my own beautiful blond-haired daughter getting her behind paddled like a little girl! Nearly swooning, I stumbled backward a step or two and caught my balance on the edge of a vanity table. I blinked once, and then again, as the reality of the situation began to sink into my prattled brain. I shook my head, blinked yet again and finally focused on the amazing scene before me. David was seated on a straight-backed chair that belonged to the vanity upon which I was leaning.

The culmination of Joyce's problems, however, occurred that morning when the argument started again, full force, while Peter was at work and unable to referee the discussion. It ended with Cynthia telling Joyce that she was a disobedient young wife who should be severely disciplined. Joyce would take that from her husband, but not from her mother-in-law. She called the old lady a "vicious old witch" and gave her a hard slap on her right cheek. She was immediately sorry for what she had done, since she had never before lost her temper to that degree. Cynthia, however, burst into tears and stomped upstairs to her room and refused to come out. She had, however, managed to call Peter at the office and, in a tearful voice, advised him what had occurred. Peter was, understandably, very upset about the report and told his mother to stay in her room and rest. He assured "Mother" that he would "deal" with Joyce that evening.

Barbie watched Ken get out of the car and come around it for her. She wiggled in the seat. She scraped her top teeth across her bottom lip. What would he spank like? She had only had one other spanking from any one other than Uncle Grant and that one had been directed by him. This was entirely different. She had never dreamed that the man she married might spank her. She had really thought that once away from Uncle Grant she would be free of the threat of a spanking when she did something wrong. Of course, she knew if she ever went to another wild party, ever, somehow, some way, Uncle Grant would find out and then she would get it. She was sure that Uncle Grant wasn't really God; however, when it came to her, he seemed to have some omniscient ability. He always knew when she had broken his rules or gotten herself into some kind of trouble. There were some behaviors that would get her spanked even if she were a grandmother. She knew it and she accepted it. However, she had never considered having two men in her life who would spank her. She had always thought that things would get easier when she got older.

"I will be glad to do so, young lady," he said sternly," Mr. Thompson, here, is extremely adept in the fine art of spanking disobedient young woman. I asked him to deliver the punishment I suggested if you choose that option. However, Mr. Thompson is married now and does not feel it would be appropriate for him to spank you ladies. However, by a coincidence, Mrs. Thompson has been disobedient and is due a spanking from him. Therefore, the proposition is that there will be a meeting in my home in which we all will be present. Mr. Thompson will deliver a sound spanking to his wife ( here lovely Jennifer hung her blonde head) and Mr. Martin will spank Mrs. Martin, Mr. McKenzie will spank Mrs. McKenzie and Mr. O'Hanlon will spank Mrs. O'Hanlon. If you choose to reject this option, that is perfectly all right. However, in the event, you will be sentenced to a 30 day jail term for larceny and fined $500 a piece. I await your decision before proceeding further."

"I told you that I was going to "deal" with her and I am. You may be present during that, since I consider her words and actions toward you to be unconscionable. Right now, we're going downstairs and she will apologize to you for her actions. Some kind of an apology from you might not be out of order. Then we're going to have dinner. After dinner, I'm going to find it necessary to discipline my wife. Is all of this clear?"
"Yes, Peter," she said. "I'll unpack my suitcase and I'll be down in ten minutes."

But Paulette was not about to admit to her intentional, illlicit trip to the mall... not while the safety and welfare of her butt was at risk. "See, umm," she continued, making an intense effort to quickly come up with an explanation to plug the hole in her story, "this was a new girlfriend and I haven't given you guys her number yet," she privately congratulated herself, "so that's why you weren't able to talk to the right girl. I know I should've given you guys her number last week, but I forgot."

Tom and Cindy frowned. Both of them were very displeased with their daughter's desire to lie. Tom was first to speak up. "You're sticking to that story!?" he firmly asked.

At twenty whacks, Ginger had regained control of herself, and was consciously relaxing her bottom as much as possible. The shock produced by the sounds of the spanking, no longer scared her as much, and by sheer will power she resisted the temptation to kick her feet, or to reach back and try to block Mr. Davis' hand as it came down again and again on her defenseless posterior. SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! At thirty, Ginger was becoming aware of the stinging sensation that was starting to build in the summit of each cheek of her bum. To counter it, she concentrated on counting the spanks to herself, SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! Forty whacks, and like that rabbit in the battery commercial, Mr. Davis kept going and going. SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! As her mental tally approached the fifty spank mark, Ginger had expected the spanking to end because that was how many he'd delivered to poor Cindy's behind. But she had not counted onhim remembering her request verbatim.