Female/Female Stories

Sophie, by Helier (March 17, 2017)

The cane whistled through the air and slapped fiercely into the pink yielding flesh of Sophie's bare buttocks. She gasped. It stung a lot more than she had expected _ a sharp ticklish sting that kept coming back in waves. She bit her lip, but knowing they could see her face, she tried not to let too much show.

Thwack! Again the cane bit into her buttock. It was the tip and it hurt her a lot. She gave another sharp gasp and a cold shiver went through her body. As she waited for the next stroke, breathing heavily, her eyes stared out but she didn't look higher than their legs. She could see some of the women squirming and clenching their thighs as they watched her. She felt moisture seeping between her pussy lips. Somehow she loved the idea that her pain was giving them the same erotic pleasure it was giving her. They watched her but they knew they didn't have the courage to do what she was doing. There was fire in her behind, but it was their admiration and secret envy that warmed her to her core.

The Snow House, by A.M.M. (March 17, 2017)

Alice Snow gave the girls until their third day at the house before she began enforcing the rules. She kept a notebook of all of the rules that had been broken. Each girl was told at the time, that they broke a rule and what to expect. Alice Snow had a very complicated system of consequences. Some rules had a consequence of a minimum of ten whacks to the bare bottom. These were for breaking rules regarding chores or minor misbehavior. Repeated failure to do chores or repeating minor misbehavior resulted in severer consequences such as spankings with a hairbrush or strap. Some rules had a consequence of twenty-five whacks to the bare bottom. These rules had to do with such things as curfews and cleanliness of person and environment. The gravest rules to break in the Snow House were those concerning such things as attitude, deportment and respect. Failure to follow these rules resulted in an automatic fifty whack bare-bottom spanking with the hairbrush or paddle and the person would have to write a letter of apology to the person or persons affected. All Spankings were delivered during the traditional Friday evening house meeting that was mandatory for all residents to attend. Failure to attend without a good reason was considered disrespectful to the others and the consequence occurred immediately upon the girls' return, regardless of what time. Repeated failure to attend Friday meetings without a valid reason resulted in double spankings. The girl(s) got a spanking when she came in and then another one the following week. The second one was always a severe strapping given with a leather uniform belt. So, as you see, the consequences were kind of complicated. It became even more complicated when misbehavior or rules were broken more than once or twice by the same young lady.

The Motivator, by C. Allen (March 13, 2017)

“Don’t ask questions, Jenny. Spank me—hard!”

I looked down at her. Her legs were pressed tightly together, her ankles crossed. Her hips rested comfortably over my lap, displaying her pert panty-covered bottom in an inviting position. Despite my initial reluctance, I reached out and pulled her closer. There clearly was a very sensual component to what was unfolding. To my surprise I liked it. Perhaps I could spank her. Just a little, of course. Not hard. What harm would it do?

I hefted the hairbrush for the first time and consciously assessed it as an instrument of punishment. Despite my lack of experience, it seemed formidable. Gently, I tapped it against one of her bottom cheeks, then the other. I could feel her tense in anticipation.

Oh Dear, Abby, Part Two, by Z.Z. (March 13, 2017)

Candace, watching and listening at the top of the stairs, was not displeased with the spectacle. She did feel some sympathy for her sister since she now knew how much a spanking could hurt. However, there was some sibling rivalry, and Abby did often show a superior, condescending attitude towards her younger sister. Abby didn’t look very superior now that her bum was getting spanked. In fact, she looked very childish squirming over her mother’s lap with her cute rear-end turning redder and redder. With her wriggling in pain she was no longer able to keep her legs together and her clean-shaven body which before was an adult affectation now made her look even more like a child.


Neddy, by Iona (March 10, 2017)

“Down with the drawers,” Mrs.Beal ordered impatiently. “Then get up on Neddy.”

I did as I was instructed, feeling the plush velvet of the vaulting horse lie sensuously beneath my naked skin.

Thwack…thwack…thwack…thwack…thwack…The birch rose and fell with painful precision, cutting into my shivering flesh with merciless frequency.

Libby's Apology, by DyAnne (March 10, 2017)

“I can’t accept your apology yet, Libby. Kara said you’d understand.”

“I understand. I just don’t like it.”

“You aren’t supposed to like it, Libby. Mark, sit down over there. Libby, pull your jeans down, or off, just lower them.” When Libby had removed her jeans, Kara directed her to lay across Mark’s lap. She then told Mark to pull Libby’s panties down to her knees and place his hand in the middle of her back to hold her in place, then to get to it.

Mark stared at Libby’s white skin for a moment. He had never seen a girl’s bare bottom so close before. Now he was actually going to touch one. He raised his hand and smacked her bottom. He was fascinated by his hand print for a moment, then got into a rhythm, alternating sides as he spanked Libby.

A Well Thought Out Corporate Punishment, by Dr. Dlaniger (March 6, 2017)

“I can’t accept your apology yet, Libby. Kara said you’d understand.”

“I understand. I just don’t like it.”

“You aren’t supposed to like it, Libby. Mark, sit down over there. Libby, pull your jeans down, or off, just lower them.” When Libby had removed her jeans, Kara directed her to lay across Mark’s lap. She then told Mark to pull Libby’s panties down to her knees and place his hand in the middle of her back to hold her in place, then to get to it.

Mark stared at Libby’s white skin for a moment. He had never seen a girl’s bare bottom so close before. Now he was actually going to touch one. He raised his hand and smacked her bottom. He was fascinated by his hand print for a moment, then got into a rhythm, alternating sides as he spanked Libby.

Like Sister, Like Sister, by Mike Burke (March 6, 2017)

Sensing that it was time to move out of harm's way, Renee tiptoed back up the steps and took a position just out of sight. A few moments later she heard the familiar click-clack of her mother's shoes on the hallway floor as she returned to the back of the house to prepare supper. Even from a floor above, Renee could still hear her sister's cries and sobs. Picking up her nerve, the twenty-three year old marched back down the stairs and straight into the living room. It didn't come as a surprise when Renee turned and saw her sister, in just her bra, standing in the far corner. Most of the family's punishments ended with some corner time. What did bring a stir from Renee's heart was the sight of her sister's bottom and upper legs. The spanking and hairbrushing had taken quite a toll on the formally milky white skin. Now it was a deep, puffy red color that almost seemed to glow. Her sister's upper thighs seemed to have taken the brunt of the punishment. That was where Kami had both hands vigorously rubbing in an attempt to end some of the terrible sting.

A Summer to Remember, by Mike Burke (March 3, 2017)

Brandi was listening to her friend with her ears, but her eyes never left the scene on the patio. The guest had never seen such a look of panic on a woman's face before. Brandi also noted that the former college cheerleader could not remain still. Besides her obvious shaking, Jodi couldn't keep her fingers from innocently tugging at the leg openings of her white panties.

The sight of the 22 year old on the patio was a breathtaking sight. At 5' 4", Jodi was an inch shorter than her "little" sister, but she possessed all the qualities of a woman. Brandi had heard her friend's sister complain about a few extra pounds, particularly around her hips, but the guest certainly didn't see a problem. In the California vernacular, Jodi was a "knockout." Her brunette hair was perfectly manicured and the front bangs hung down just to the top of a set of expressive blue eyes. Like most west coast women, she had a golden tan all over. Brandi had to lick her lips as she took in the sight of the woman's ample breasts rising and falling with the labored breathing. The most obvious sign of Jodi's distress, though, were her legs. The knees never stopped swaying and Brandi could well imagine that Jodi was having trouble maintaining her balance on the high heels.

A Tradition in the Family, by C. Allen (March 3, 2017)

“What time did they let you go?”

I suddenly felt a trap closing. If I gave the true answer, I would be caught in a lie for that left nearly an hour of my time unaccounted for. But if I gave the necessary answer, that would be a lie as well, although Mother might not know it. I had no choice but to cheat on the time of our release.

“Two o’clock. Give or take.”

“Are you sure?”

The Table, by Ashley (February 27, 2017)

The four cheeks never left of their swaying as the two penitents, especially Melinda, often shifted their weight from foot to foot. Never having been on the receiving end, Tom did not really appreciate the limited options of the girl as she maintained her outthrust position, with one hand dedicated to ensuring that her clothes did not fall back and inadvertently interfere with the progression of her whipping, and the other committed to assisting her mother. Not that reaching back and rubbing her burning bottom would have been an option. Still she could have used both hands to steady herself as waves of hot flushes washed across her face and caused her intermittent dizziness. It was perhaps the need to remain strong for Ginny that forced Melinda to always keep her presence of mind.

Unfinished Business, by Jeff (February 27, 2017)

They were now performing independently, kicking, spreading, and flopping around in an uncoordinated manner, as the burning sensation of the spanking resulted in a loss of control.

SMACK "OH. . ." SMACK "OH. . ." SMACK "OH. Oh, OHHH Brenda. . .please stop. It burns. . .OWWWW."

The huddling, yawning, jiggling cheeks were now a uniform pink, and Bonnie's gasping had been supplemented by sniffling. Still, she was not crying openly, and Brenda admired her toughness. Thirty spanks had now been administered, and Brenda decided the flaming fanny had had enough.

"Oh, Brenda, stop. Let me up. PLEASE. OH, OH, STOP."

The Payment for Stealing Underwear, by Don Barton (February 24, 2017)

And with that threat in mind, Danielle saw that she had no choice but to submit to a bare-bottomed spanking from her girl friend. So she reached down to the button of her jeans and attempted to slip the button through the button hole. However, she first had a difficult time working the button free because her hands were shaking somewhat. But after a few moments she was able to slip the button through its button hole. She then began to zip her jeans down, the process slowly revealing her pantiless, blond front to Tracy. Then, Danielle brought her hands to the waistband of her jeans and began to pull down. But because her pants were rather tight, getting them down was anything but quick and easy.

Another Visit to Aunt Sally, by S.F.G. (February 24, 2017)

Aunt Sally excused herself (and her two coed charges) to the small audience in the parlor. Moving between the girls and grabbing them by the elbows, she marched the two miscreants out of the parlor the few steps into the hallway leading to her office. Andrea and Paula could still hear the discussion continuing in the parlor amongst the guests, and it concerned them and what was about to happen to them. Aunt Sally continued to lead the coeds down the hallway towards the open door of her office. All too soon, the group arrived at the office. However, Aunt Sally suddenly stopped the progression and ordered the two to wait right there in the hallway. She entered her office and within a few moments returned with a black magic marker. The girls had little time wondering what she was going to do with that.

Stormy Path to Knowledge, by Kevin O'Toole (February 20, 2017)

Heather reluctantly paced through her mother's sitting room and entered the bedroom proper. She shivered from cool air brushing against her still damp skin but also from tempestuous emotions raging within. She rubbed her soft rear to appreciate the refreshing coolness while it lasted since the only time Heather was ever `invited' into Mother's bedroom was to be presented upon leaving with a throbbing, reddened rump. Gloria scowled at her nude daughter for several long seconds to make clear how irate she was and to discomfit her victim even more, smiling with glee as Heather nervously shifted her weight from foot to foot and avoided meeting her mother's angry countenance.

Different Strokes, by Bridget Striker (February 20, 2017)

Heedful of Aunt Margaret’s warning about being fetched, I wasted no more time but made my way immediately down to the drawing room, where I found the door open and Aunt Margaret waiting impatiently beside it. “Come along with you, now,” she said, taking my arm and leading me quickly into the room. Her grip was harsh and bit deeply into my arm as she rushed me to the front of the room, my short legs having to struggle to keep pace lest I be dragged into an ignominious stumble.

I hardly had time to note the dining chairs placed in the room to seat quite a few of our earlier guests; it seemed most of them had decided to stay for the “entertainment” she had spoken of. My attention was centered on keeping to my feet and wondering why the large bolstered armchair was no longer beside the unlit fireplace, but rather was situated in a well-cleared area in the front of the room. Uncle Charles stood ceremoniously beside it.

Julie's Diary, by Ed Finn (February 17, 2017)

"Julie, honey," she said, "first of all, if that guy is going to insist on dating such a young girl, he'll just have to get used to the idea that sometimes she gets spanked - even you. That's life. Besides, I'll guarantee you that other than missing a date, which he'll get over, this won't make him care any less about you. Take it from me, he'll think about it and, in fact, if he knows you well, he'll realize that a good spanking is probably just what the doctor ordered. Mark my words, he'll call you tomorrow. But, forget about him, for now anyway. You and I have a little unfinished business. It's time for you to pay the piper. Now, get over here and get your naughty bottom over my lap!"

Aunt June, by Ralph Greco, Jr. (February 17, 2017)

I could feel my skin heating up. It was all I could do not to push into Aunt June again. God knows I had neverbeen with a woman sexually, but Aunt June had to know that she was making me crazy. She could easily feel the heat in my crotch, the musky cotton front of my thong pressed there against her knees. I didn’t want to be so turned-on, I knew this was a spanking to address my laziness, but she was getting to me tracing her nails across my flesh. Yes, this was sexual dammit! As much as I’d go to my grave not admitting as much, I could see how Aunt June (who I knew was as heterosexual as I) could enjoy this as much as she said she did. Her knees were deep in the crease of my crotch, her legs supporting any movement I made.

You Had Your Chance, by Joe Bullard (February 14, 2017)

"Please, mother, no lectures," was typical of her blithe responses. Gail was especially proud of her prowess with a surfboard. When she wasn't working, the brunette could frequently be found in the water with her board, showing off her skills to the other surfers. In fact, showboating was common among the surfing fraternity, and Teri often had to warn them in no uncertain terms to concentrate on their maneuvers and forget trying to one-up the other surfers. Most of them shaped up in a hurry after one of her warnings, but Gail, being her roommate, always felt comfortable to continue her dangerous behavior longer than the others, much to Teri's annoyance.

The problem came to a head on a Tuesday afternoon in early July, almost two weeks after Teri's birthday party. The blonde was scheduled to work on the lifeguard tower that day from noon until 5 p.m. Gail had the day off from her job at the jewelry store, and after running a few errands in the morning showed up on the beach shortly after Teri began her shift. The temperature was in the mid-eighties with a strong probability that it would soon rise even higher, and in anticipation of that likelihood Gail had donned her skimpiest bikini despite its unsuitability for surfing.

Cathy's Tail, by James Philmore (February 14, 2017)

I decided to reply using the same words she had said to Jennifer earlier. "'Maybe this will keep you from behaving this way again.' And I don't think you should speak to dinner guests with that foul language." I took hold of the hem of her skirt in my right hand and raised it to expose her bare, shapely legs and pantied bottom. I managed to work her panties down mid-thigh and rubbed my hand over her shapely butt. She was still offering a playful, token resistance, still wondering how far I would go.

Belinda, by Helier (February 10, 2017)

Belinda burst into tears and began bouncing up and down as the renewed stinging took away any hope she had of keeping even a shred of her dignity. Julia scalded her legs with a seemingly endless stream of fiery slaps on the softest parts of her bare fleshy thighs, making her howl with pain. Finally, after another four or five huge slaps on the girl's bottom, Julia stopped and let her up. Her arm felt as if it was going to drop off and her hand stung nearly as much as she imagined Belinda's bottom did. She led the weeping girl to the cane chair and collapsed into it. Belinda knelt on the floor at her feet and, without even thinking about it, she buried her head in Julia's lap. She cried and cried while Julia softly stroked her hair.

Better Late than Never, by Cathy Scott (February 10, 2017)

Jane wanted more and more to crawl under the carpet and pretend she didn't exist. Her mother was acting like it was the end of the world, or something. It was only a dumb old boat for pete's sake. They didn't do anything horrible. It was only meant to be a lark, just like when they took the car. Jane gulped, remembering the accident that had left her with a bruise on her forehead and dents all over the car. Why did grown-ups have to be so damn right all the time? It had been foolish and stupid taking the car out when none of them knew how to drive; and it had been just as stupid and foolish taking the boat out. She could choke Alice for talking her into it; her mom for being right; and herself for being dumb enough to go along with it. Now she was trapped. No way could she admit that she was wrong. She'd look even dumber than she already did. But, neither could she come up with a reasonable explanation for doing something that wasn't reasonable. Damn!

Another Bird, Another Tail, by Barbie (February 6, 2017)

She stood in the corner another time and I looked at her. Her bottom was really deep maroon and I think she’ll have bruises. I hated doing that. However, she has done it to me a time or two. Of course, I felt worse for her when Uncle Grant said to her to come with him so he could finish her off with a good strapping.

You should have seen mom. She really got hysterical. She refused to move and she cried and begged. Before it was over, Uncle Grant threw her over his shoulder and carried her out of my bedroom. She even grabbed the door facing to try to get him to let her down. I was really feeling sorry for her then. Of course, I heard Uncle Grant tell her that if she didn’t stop acting like a little sissy that she would get two strappings.

Boarding with Mrs. Glasscock, by Jason (February 6, 2017)

In the hallway, a sniffling Lisa first took the tacks from the panties already on the wall, and handed them to a waiting Anita who took them without saying anything and went back to her room. Lisa sighed and pinned her panties up, then stood as close to the wall as possible with her feet together and skirt raised in back, showing her crimson, stinging, and throbbing freshly spanked bottom. She had to fight the temptation to rub it for the half hour because she never knew when Mrs. Glasscock would come out of her room and it would mean another spanking three days later if caught. The others stayed out of the hallway as much as possible, remembering their feelings of embarrassment when they were standing in the same place for the same reason. The seconds passed like hours when there was nothing to look at but the wall and the panties with her name spelled out in big black letters. The throbbing sting in her bottom, begging for relief, didn't help the time pass any faster. Lisa was able to distract herself a little by wondering what Mrs. Glasscock and the other women had planned for next Wednesday evening.

Annie Parsons, by Nigel McParr (February 3, 2017)

The first strident slap of a leather strap was unmistakable. Annie knew that sound too well. Her own mother had used Daddy’s old belt to lace her bare backside when she was naughty or disobedient. A girl’s cry’s floated down. Each application of the leather elicited another wail. Interspersed among the leather smacks and the muted cries Annie heard Madame Trowbridge’s warning. “There’ll be more this evening when I have the time to do the job right.” Annie shivered and moved closer to the fire. Somber furniture upholstered in shiny black horsehair lined the perimeter of the high-ceilinged room. The four walls and projecting bay were covered in flocked red wallpaper. Dark-framed windows were thickly draped in deep maroon velvet. The harsh punishment going on upstairs contradicted Annie’s initial sense of warm and welcome. She wondered if she should have come here.

Another Family's Tradition, by S.F.G. (February 3, 2017)

"Oh no, oh please Mom, not that, please not those panties, please. You didn't really mean it about the panties did you?," Mary was near tears as she pleaded with her stern faced mother. In face, Gladys Dantzer was doing an excellent job of acting. She was stern-faced (the game face, as it were) but inwardly she was exceedingly happy. She could see that her young Mary did not any part of the prospect of a 'real'spanking-and the poor girl was quite unawares of the severe changes in her mother's spanking technique that she would begin to experience in just moments. Gladys was certain that today would be a watershed for the naughty Mary. Her days of easy manageable punishment were over. Mary Louise Dantzer might be eightteen but today for the very first time in her life she was going to have a real, unbearably painful, humiliating hairbrush spanking that would leave her blubbering and sobbing like a little girl-a well punished little girl.

Alyssa, by Helier (January 30, 2017)

He guided her gently across his knee. It was more awkward than she had expected and she found it very uncomfortable at first to have her head hanging down. He manoeuvred her into position and she put her hands on the floor, pushing herself up a little in case her t-shirt slipped down and exposed her breasts as well. She could see Sylvie gazing at her with shining eyes. She knew so well the signs when her friend was becoming excited and it pleased her a lot to know that Sylvie was getting pleasure from seeing this happen to her. She felt Adam's hands moving over her back, settling her, then she felt her skirt being lifted away and laid on her back. She had never been this close to Adam before. He was a big man, very gentle, with a soft voice and great warmth. She felt good over his knee. She thought of him now, looking at her white panties, offered up for him to spank, and she even began to feel a little throbbing in her pussy. That immediately made her feel guilty and she hoped he would begin soon.

Amelia's Heinie-Mother's Hairbrush, by M.S. (January 30, 2017)

Amelia flew into her Mother's bedroom, skirt flying, and dove onto the big bed. She laid there, awaiting her fate, listening for her Mother's step on the hall landing. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed aloud. She had plenty to sob about! One of Mother's burning spankings was nothing to be laughed at. They stung and lasted just forever! "Ohh," she thought, "why did I have to go and make her angry?" Marge ascended the steps, knowing how every creak of the old stairway was instilling fear in her naughty daughter. She too knew the horrible suspense of waiting for someone to come and punish you. She knew how the tears fell uncontrollably and how your behind tingled at the thought of what was going to happen. To heighten Amelia's suspense Marge made sure that she made plenty of noise as she traveled the hallway and stairs. She smiled to herself at the girl's distress. Amelia was to be sorry young Miss, indeed.

An Apple for the Teacher, by Eileen (January 27, 2017)

That said, she grabbed the hem of the woman's dress, lifting it up and tugging the bottom into her neckline. Mrs. Dodge struggled mightily, but to no avail. Her backside was covered by a tight girdle. Feeling Louise whack experimentally against her girdled bottom, Mrs. Dodge shrieked and reached back, covering her flanks with both hands. "Naughty, naughty!" Louise scolded. She gripped both the teacher's scrawny wrists in one hand, clutching them tightly at the small of the woman's back. Mrs Dodge spluttered invective, squirming from side to side in a futile attempt to roll off Louise's lap. Louise just laughed, then reached over with her left hand. Still holding tight to Mrs. Dodge's wrists, she yanked and tugged at the girdle, rolling it down to the middle of the woman's thighs.

The Art Lovers, by Jason (January 27, 2017)

Margeret returned a few minutes later with a hairbrush, yardstick, and one of her husband's thick wide leather belts. Putting them on the coffee table, she sat in a straight chair and watched Amanda for a few more minutes, aroused by the panty clad bottom and trim legs that the white silk stockings molded to like as second skin. "You're an obedient young lady, I guess you don't want to make your spanking any worse." Margeret picked up the hairbrush. "Walk over here, holding up your skirt and petticoat, and stand beside me."

Alice Learns Who's in Charge, by Tani (January 23, 2017)

Alice bent over, and miserably lay her nude body over the waiting lap of the disciplinarian. Christie and Brenda just stared in horror and disbelief. Alice, whom they had hoped was going to save them from all the strict punishments they had been enduring, was herself going to be shamefully spanked before their very eyes! They tried to look elsewhere in the room, but Ronald said, "Keep your eyes on Barbara, girls. I want you to see what happens in this family when anyone encourages you to disobey the rules. If I catch you looking anywhere else, you'll get some of the same treatment Alice is going to receive."

Alanna, by Ionna (January 23, 2017)

Brad held his breath in excited anticipation, his eager heart pumping out a frenzied tattoo against his straining ribcage. He had hardly dared to hope that he would actually witness a spanking today, and so soon after his arrival too.

“Spankings are almost a daily occurrence around here,” Pat volunteered heartily, as if reading his thoughts. “You have to keep the girls on a firm rein, and Alanna in particularneeds her bottom spanked regularly. She can become extremely willful otherwise.

The Usual Saturday Night, by Ralph Greco, Jr. (January 20, 2017)

"You know you deserve this," I suggested.

'SWAT' 'SWAT' 'SWAT'... I landed a succession of six more blows as Tina clenched her little butt. Throughout she said not a word, riding her hot crotch across my knees during the assault. On the fifth swat she actually spread her legs a smidgen and I caught a whisper glisten of wetness there between her sneaking pubic hair.

"No more Karen, no more," Tina said on the sixth swat. Her blushing ass was moving in high wide circles as she ground into me and exhaled.

Sheila Gets Hers, by F.D. (January 20, 2017)

The hairbrush rose and fell with great ferocity across Sheila's left cheek. Then across the right. Then across both. The helpless girl jerked her head back to implore her punisher as angry red, oval patches started to form on her bum. Mrs. Morgan now began to spank in earnest. The room filled with the echoing smacks of the hairbrush punishing a naughty girl and the wails and sobs of that same naughty girl.

"Will you (SMACK) ever (CRACK) smoke again, (WHACK) young lady?" SMACK CRACK WHAP SPLAT SMACK SMACK CRACK WHACK. Mrs. Morgan kept up the staccato rhythm of the spanks. Poor Sheila was twisting this way and that in a vain effort to avoid the onslaught of hairbrush spanks that were burning and searing her tender behind. The hairbrush, in a very capable right hand, was doing its job, and Sheila was soon reduced to a blubbering, crying little girl. Her face soaked with hot tears. Her mouth, twisted and distorted, tried to speak but could not.

Neighbor's Delight, by Randy Slapp (January 16, 2017)

Mama paused. "Lisa, I want you to calm down. Don't be such a baby in front of Mrs. Lopes. You're gonna get this spanking, young lady, so hold still and act your age!" WHACK SLAP hiss SMACK. . .Mama slapped that spatula again and again as I struggled to keep my toes on the carpet and my throbbing bottom still.

"AHHHH aaa" I began to bawl soon, the fire in my ass everything. SMACK CRACK BLAST WHAP the damn spatula bounced off my cherry red bottom, causing me to lose it and throw my legs about wildly, my head tossed up and mouth wide open so that I could see the look of bemused amazement on Mrs. Lopes' face.

Paddles & White Panties, Part Two, by Al Purvis (January 16, 2017)

Bare bottom spankings were not unheard of in those days, but I never saw one. The only ones I heard about were given to girls who were caught misbehaving while already naked: strapped with daddy's belt for skinny dipping, switched by grandma for sun bathing with no clothes on, hairbrushed by mom for strip-teasing a boyfriend, paddled by an aunt for posing for nude photos, smacked with a long handled plastic bath brush for cavorting drunk in the tub and flooding the house with bubble bath. It seemed that the more severe the spankings, the more the old folks gossiped and laughed about them. The unfortunate young women who got blistered in their birthday suits blushed every time they heard their tails, er, tales, described. They didn't dare deny that they got their comeuppance in the raw, or that they had bawled and squalled big time while they were getting it. (Later in life they would brag to their own children about how cruelly they were disciplined in their youth.) The fact that a few females got their bare bottoms blistered did not alter the overall reality that most maidens of my generation were reared with paddles, applied to their panties, and with threats of as much panty paddling as it would take to make them mind.

Nights at the Round Table, by Mike Burke (January 13, 2017)

Wiping away a tear, she took a step closer to her mother's position before she suddenly jack-knifed her midsection away when her mother's hands darted toward her belt buckle. After a momentary pause, Rachel relented and stood straight. This time her mother didn't have any problems unhooking the button and then lowering the zipper. As the other three women looked on, the mother spread the front of the jeans apart and then started working them down over the girl's flaring hips. It was a struggle, but soon the denim was falling to Rachel's knees.

The 19 year old made quite a sight as she stood there holding her blouse tightly in front of her. That left her in only a pair of pale blue cotton panties that clung snugly to her athletic curves. The other three women around the table were inwardly jealous at the youngster's good looks and were all secretly in agreement that Rachel was getting just what she deserved.

Paddles & White Panties, Part One, by Al Purvis (January 13, 2017)

"Palms on the coffee table," the nun ordered and the naughty nursies obeyed. All these girls wore long hair, up all day and down at night, so an abundant amount of honey colored hair spilled down the arms of the two who were about to be paddled. All that hair hid their faces (at least from my point of view). I wanted to see their faces, as well as their bottoms, but that was not to be. I expected these grown women would be brave about their sad situation, but that was not to be either. Both begged and whined like grade school girls before the paddle ever touched them. They carried on right in front of a dozen of their colleagues. How humiliating! Their sniveling didn't evoke clemency. Each got three solid swats on her nearly naked derriere, each shrieked and danced a barefoot jig as though she were branded each time she was spanked. They both continued to screech and prance as they were marched to their rooms with their hips in their hands to be put to bed early, leaving a roomful of timid young women who barely spoke again that evening, and at least one quaking boy who had cum in his pants. I was too charged up by this experience to even attempt to discuss it with Mike. He mentioned it from time to time with a chuckle. He thought it was funny that 'Truth or Consequences' was playing on the television while the two young ladies were 'paying the consequences' of their boisterous behavior. I could only fake a smile with all my might in order to suppress the brainless babbling I would have launched into if I ever tried express the unexpressible. It never occurred to me that I would ever get to witness another paddling, but the next year produced a bumper crop of these erotic experiences.

Out of the Frying Pan, Part Two, by P.B. Whiting (January 9, 2017)

Alice drove Billy to the airport the following morning and watched until his plane had taken off. After returning home, she made a fresh pot of coffee and then went to the front room and sat down glancing at her watch now and then as she read the morning paper. She nodded with satisfaction as she heard footfalls coming up the porch steps. Going to the door, she opened it and saw, as she had expected, her postman, Harry Sheldon, with the day's mail. "Good morning Harry!" she said brightly. "I see you're a little early today."

A Spanking Good Marriage, by Greg Babcock (January 9, 2017)

Sighted once again, I hurried out the side door, made my way around my car and then hers in the driveway and opened the gate to the back yard. The maple tree in the far corner of the yard had lost numerous small branches to switch requirements over the seven years we'd lived in our lovely, secure middle class neighborhood in one of Cleveland's southeastern suburbs.

Why, you ask, would an otherwise normal-appearing man of 45 docily obey his wife in such an adventure? Isn't it bad enough to get a switching without the added embarrassment of actually having to cut the very switches to be used on your bottom?

Hairbrush Diet, by Pat Kamerer (January 6, 2017)

Nancy lay passively, grimacing as the sting increased and became less and less bearable. She crossed her ankles, wriggled in a vain attempt to find a more comfortable position. Her legs began to pump, slowly at first, but with an ever increasing speed and desperation. Little gasps of pain escaped her lips.

The merciless assault of the hairbrush continued. Barbara Cassidy smiled at the now scarlet seat sprawled across her lap. Angry welts piled atop angry welts and none of Nancy's tender derriere maintained its original creamy hue. It would be most uncomfortable to try to sit on that behind even now, Barbara thought pleasingly. She bore down and laid on a furious volley of spanks.

Hawk and Dove, Part One, by Mike Burke (January 6, 2017)

"I've got just the thing to help you learn a little faster," the older woman said as she got up and walked over to a handsome oak desk and opened the top drawer. Pamela gasped when Barbara turned and was holding a stout looking 18-inch wooden ruler in her right hand. The 20-year old's bottom cheeks clenched but the mother had other plans. "Hold out you right hand...palm up," was the horrific order. Not exactly knowing what was going to happen, Pamela slowly did as she was told. Quickly, the older woman reached out with her left hand and grabbed the tips of the fingers before raising the instrument and bringing it down sharply on the defenseless hand. Pamela sucked in two lungs full of air at the instant pain.

Hairbrush & the Three Bares, Part Two, by Bruce (January 2, 2017)

Held firmly in position over her mother's left thigh, Margaret was totally helpless and could do nothing but lie there and take her richly deserved punishment. Oblivious to the five people observing her, she tossed her head from side to side, sending tears flying in all directions. Her neck muscles strained with the effort and her hair flew about in all directions, strands sticking here and there to her tear drenched cheeks. Tears literally gushed from her eyes, cascading down her plump red cheeks and splattering onto the hardwood floor beneath her face. Snot bubbled out of her nose and long, thin ropes of saliva swayed and danced as they were thrown from side to side by the almost continuous motion of her head. Able to do little more than bounce up and down and wiggle her tortured behind, her lower legs flailed the air in frenzied anguish, the toes of her high heeled shoes slamming onto the floor loudly and her high heels curling back nearly to her mother's right leg with each kick. Having already slipped down around her ankles, Margaret's girdle, panties and nylons now served only to hamper her wildly kicking feet, forcing both feet to leave the floor with each energetic kick and sending the dangling garters attached to her girdle and nylons flying helter skelter.

Hard at Work, by Taylor Moore (January 2, 2017)

Again her hand slapped down, and again the crack of noise was followed almost at once by Amanda's sudden yelp of pain. She felt heat bloom there even as her face burned. Another slap met her buttocks, and another, and another, sharper one.

She jerked in reaction, her mind spinning in dazed confusion between humiliation, outrage and shocked excitement. Kathleen was spanking her steadily now, her hand slapping down in a slow, even rhythm that was making her cheeks burn on both ends.

She squirmed helplessly and Kathleen gripped her hip, steadying her in place as she continued spanking. Her hand came down faster and harder, and Amanda felt tears fill her eyes as the stinging became worse. Her entire body felt hot and ragged. Her nipples tightened inside her bra, and became intensely sensitive. Each time her body jerked her breasts shook a bit, and her nipples seemed to rub against the soft bra.

Gym Teacher, by Taylor Moore (December 30, 2016)

Jennifer was a slender blonde, Allison a nubile, lushly rounded brunette. They both had long straight hair, but it was slicked back now, their bodies glistening wetly as they stood under the shower together.

They kissed softly but passionately, their arms around one another, soft breasts pushing together, long legs moving, shifting.

Karen's eyes narrowed as she watched them, watched Jennifer's head dip to Allison's full, round breast, her lips sliding over the obviously erect nipple.

“Excuse me!” she snapped.

The two jumped apart with cries of alarm as Karen moved into the room, scowling from one red face to another.

“Is this a brothel or a shower room?” she demanded icily.

Hairbrush and the Three Bares, Part One, by Bruce (December 30, 2016)

Margaret barely thought about these things as she stood in front of her mother, trembling in anticipation of her upcoming spanking. As she felt her mother's hands on her hips, she squeezed her eyes tightly shut, knowing that she was about to have her undies pulled down and her bottom bared. As often as this had happened in the past, it was still difficult to stand still as her mother slipped her fingers into the waistband of her tight, powernet open bottom girdle and began to pull the clinging garment down over her full hips and buttocks. As the tight girdle slipped down over the summits of her buttocks, they bulged outward, covered only by the sheer panties that she had worn that morning. Her sheer seamless Evon Picon nylon stockings began to sag and she could feel them slipping down her legs as her mother continued to pull the girdle downwards. Leaving it twisted tightly just above Margaret's knees, she sat back, placed the hairbrush on the floor beside her, pointed at her lap and said, "Alright, Margaret. Face down across my lap, young lady, and get your naughty bottom right up in the air."

Money Well Spanked, by Diana Gray (December 26, 2016)

Nicki was right. Every whack from the hairbrush was timed and deliberately well placed under the curve of her ass. She delivered one whack every three seconds, allowing one to blossom fully before the next one started a new flame. Nicki was good at counting between smacks; it’s something she learned to do in order to concentrate so she wouldn’t lose control during the spanking. But this system managed to last only through the first part of her spanking, because as hard as she tried, there was no way to stay in control for the second part, which usually had her squirming and begging for the spanking to stop.

Nicki’s mom never broke rhythm as she methodically paddled her daughter’s panty-clad bottom for ten minutes, never once speeding up or slowing down. Nicki could feel the warmth spread across her cheeks, each spank bringing a renewed sting and causing her cheeks to jiggle in its wake, the cotton trapping the warmth beneath. She imagined her cheeks a bright pink with a dark rose growing brighter with each well-placed smack of the hairbrush. Then the spanking stopped.

Morning Coffee, by Phillipe (December 26, 2016)

This did not go unnoticed by Annamaria who slid her left hand further down Saskia's stomach until she reached the waistband of her panties. She slowly slid her fingers underneath, moving her hand side to side, inching ever slower, downward. Annamaria enjoyed the feel of the silk panties on the tops of her fingers as she started to fondle Saskia's coarse pubic hairs in a slow circular motion. Saskia began to moan louder, in time with the swats, as Annamaria's finger glided feather-lightly across her musky nether lips. Saskia moved even farther forward until her head was touching the floor and her legs were spread apart with her feet high in the air, her pants now bunched at her ankles.

Annamaria easily slipped a couple of fingers in and out of Saskia, first teasingly shallow, then deeper and deeper as Saskia clenched and unclenched her burning buns with each stinging slap. Suddenly, Saskia let out a long, deep moan followed by short sobs as her climax cascaded through her body leaving her head swimming.

The Sophisticate, by Z.Z. (December 23, 2016)

Sighing with acceptance she left her room and headed towards the other end of the house. As her mother said she knew where the switches were kept. Attached to the house was a small greenhouse where her mother raised flowers, herbs and sometimes vegetables. As Heather entered the greenhouse the heat and aromas hit her. Although it was January the bright sun had the greenhouse at about eighty degrees. She walked to the far end and she found them where they always were, a bundle of bamboo rods in the corner. Each rod was two feet long and the thickness of a pencil. Her mother used them to support her plants. They straightened up her mother's plants and occasionally they were used to straighten up an errant daughter.

Heather selected one of the rods. She would have chosen the smallest but unfortunately for her they were virtually identical. This process was extremely familiar to her as she had had to do it countless times before, as far back as she could remember. The heat and odors of a greenhouse, particularly of roses, which was the strongest aroma, would be always linked in her mind with getting a spanking. Even decades later if Heather unexpectedly encountered the scent of roses a chill would go up her spine and her bottom would involuntarily twitch in anticipation. That was nothing, however, to the chills that were going up and down her spine now as she headed for her mother's room. She stopped at the bathroom to empty her bladder as the fear was making her feel as if she would lose control of it.

Spanking the Bori, by Rachel Heath (December 23, 2016)

"I’m not going to keep repeating myself," and exasperated Yvonne said. "Get over that chair, pull your skirt up, your panties down and let’s get to work!"

A deeply scared Magda hurriedly obeyed her angry mother-in-law, pointing a bared pair of ass cheeks up in the air. In her fear, Magda had so tightened her bottom that the cleavage looked like a pencil line.

Yvonne brought the wood down as hard as she could.

Four Spankings in One Day, by Dr. Dlaniger (December 19, 2016)

The girls really liked Ralph Welldridge. He had the type of beauty that got him noticed, made him popular in school, and well liked by everyone. In fact, because he was so good looking his friends always felt very protective of him, going out of their way to make life very pleasant for him…even during those times when he would explode in a rage and become very unpleasant to those around him. But when he wanted to Ralph could be a real charmer. Teachers in school liked him and gave him special consideration all the time and the same proved true with his supervisors where he worked. Because of his good looks he had always been a winner.

Friend of a Friend, by Ralph Greco (December 19, 2016)

First of all, I knew this girl with the impossibly high cheekbones was dead serious...or she seemed to be, which at that moment was enough for me! Secondly, she was right, as it most likely looked to Dee (the ‘she-who-will-remain-nameless’) I was a terrible flirt (even with Dee) and too much a ‘player’ at the ripe old age of twenty-six (Dee often remarked how ‘inappropriate’ she found my flirting and late night carousing). And thirdly, Tina might have been the budding bad girl I was looking for; someone who was just horny enough to be really kinky and deliver some surprises into my abundant but staid dating life!

Spanking Redhead, by A.L. Purvis (December 16, 2016)

Her thumb wasn't what was troubling Megan. It was her hairbrush that hurt like hell. The repeated "SMACK!" of the antique on young Megan's bare backside built up an excruciating blaze in her girlish buns and spanked ever more piercing squeals out of her. Megan knew that if she didn't stay still her mother would spank her harder, but she couldn't help herself. She involuntarily wrestled with her mom and instantly started paying the price for her childish scuffle. Megan's adult self-image was lost to a steady stream of solid swats from the hardwood brush. She felt like a immature teenybopper getting her naughty bottom spanked. And she acted like any kindergartner might have acted in the circumstances. The shellacking seemed to go on and on. Megan couldn't recall a time when she wasn't draped over her mother's knee getting spanked, wiggling with all her might and wailing like a banshee.

Sarah's Education, Part Three, by C. Allen (December 16, 2016)

“She went to the dressing table and came back holding a wooden hairbrush with a black lacquered finish. I assumed it belonged to our hostess. She proceeded to hand it to me. It was solid, heavy. I was about to say something, but she put a finger to her lips and shook her head. Then as I watched she took off her skirt and carefully placed it on a chair. My immediate thought was that we were going to make love and I could feel my heart pounding in anticipation. Next she reached under her slip and pulled her panties part way down her legs. I remember wondering why she didn’t take them off. Then before I realized it she was lying over my lap with her slip pulled up and her bare bottom under my nose. ‘Spank me until I tell you to stop,’ she ordered without preamble. ‘And spank hard, just like you’d punish a bad girl.’”

Rebecca, by Helier (December 12, 2016)

All three girls were now utterly committed. Abigail her pulled her panties down and they drew close together, watching each other as they stroked and rubbed themselves. Mandy had two fingers buried inside her pussy and she was stroking her clit with her thumb. Breathlessly, she told Rebecca how to find the the soft spongy tissue inside that always gave her such pleasure when she pressed it. Rebecca couldn't find the right spot but it didn't matter - it just seemed so liberating to be doing this and talking about it. Her nipples seemed so much more sensitive than ever before and the feelings were lush and strong.

Sarah's Education, Part Two, by C. Allen (December 12, 2016)

Scarlet shuffled toward Sarah and the others, hobbled by her panties gatheredaround her ankles. One by one, she stopped by each of the other girls and presented her red bottom for inspection.

Sarah could feel the warmth radiating from the punished cheeks. She had an almost irresistible urge to reach out and feel the swollen flesh. What was in store for the rest of them, she wondered, if Victoria did this with a hand spanking? She didn’t have long to wait. No sooner had Scarlet returned to sit gingerly at her desk, than Victoria was preparing to find fault with Fanny.

Fanny was a brunette, at least for the night. She was taller than Scarlet and more buxom. She seemed to be no brighter, however, and she stumbled badly when asked to solve two simultaneous algebraic equations—something every algebra student at Ridgecrest was introduced to early in Sarah’s course. Fanny’s ineptitude was not met kindly by Victoria.

Rachel's Sins, by W. Arthur (December 9, 2016)

Exchanging furtive glances but no words, mother and daughter quickly lifted their dresses above their waists and bent their upper bodies across the table. Side by side, their naked bottoms touching, Sara turned her head toward Rachel. Then she looked into her eyes and encircled Rachel's trembling fingers with her own.

"I'm so sorry, Mama," Rachel whispered

Sarah's Education, by C. Allen (December 9, 2016)

Sarah spread her legs for leverage and swung the cane as hard as she could across the back of Alexis’ bare thighs. Almost before Alexis could react, Sarah swung the cane again. And again. It took but a few seconds to deliver the entire sentence of six.

As soon as Alexis was set on her feet she grabbed at her stinging thighs, the stripes on her bottom momentarily forgotten.

Physics of the Cane, by C. Allen (December 5, 2016)

"I believe so, Miss Putnam. When the skin is tightly stretched, there is less cushioning of the blow. Another way to say this is that the impact of the cane is more elastic. As a result all the cane's kinetic energy is absorbed in a thin layer close to the surface of the skin. In fact, Ma'am, that's also the answer to the third question as well," volunteered Milly. "Tight fabric restricts movement, reducing the cushioning effect and again causing the cane's kinetic energy to be quickly absorbed close to the surface of the skin.

The Little Piggy, by Z.Z. (December 5, 2016)

Everyone in the sorority house could clearly hear what was happening as Sandy's howls reverberated through the house. The other pledges felt sympathy but the older girls found it amusing - a little entertainment to enliven an otherwise dull midweek night. They particularly liked that fact that it was Sandy that was getting it. They were all a little awed by her because of her appearance, age and her general air of self confidence. It was good to listen to her getting taken down a few pegs.

Teacher's Pet, by Barbie (December 2, 2016)

Sandy shook her head. She had never felt so embarrassed and so wrong. Usually when she threw a fit, people calmed her down and worried about her. Ms. Jacobson wasn’t a bit worried. Ms. Jacobson was mad at her. However, Ms. Jacobson wasn’t throwing a fit or even yelling. She wasn’t raising her voice. But her voice was deadly. And she was making Sandy feel things that she had never felt in her young life.

The Phone Call, by Mike Burke (December 2, 2016)

Despite being a regular visitor to her mother's lap and punishing hand, Melanie was not immune to the squirming and screeching that young ladies in her position are wont to do when the heat in their hindquarters reaches a certain point. On the way to that boiling point, the 18-year-old started by rolling her hips from side to side as she tried to keep her mother from attacking the same spots twice. By the time the count reached 20, Melanie was drumming her feet into the carpeted floor of her parents' bedroom while, at the same time, making little sounds as she forced air out of her clenched teeth.

A Perculiar State of Affairs, by James Fox (November 28, 2016)

All four of us agreed that the experience had not been too awful, and the next day it seemed a distant memory. However, after tea, to our surprise, we were summoned back to see the Head. As we walked in Kelly, confronted us in floods of tears, sobbing her heart out. Whilst Kelly got a grip on herself, the Head explained that she had confronted her, and she had immediately confessed. She went on to say, that although she was bitterly disappointed with Kelly, especially since it had meant she had punished me quite wrongly, she did understand that she had done it so as not to be expelled, not out of cowardice. For that reason, and that reason alone, she proposed to let her off with the same punishment we had had, only double the strokes. We all gasped at the thought of twelve strokes - Kelly's bottom didn't seem big enough to take so many.

A Phone Call of Trouble, by Mike Burke (November 28, 2016)

After a brief struggle, the button popped free. Emily sniffled and then pulled down the zipper, opening a "V" in front that exposed a pair of well worn white cotton panties that did little to hide what Emily so wanted to cover. The key, Emily realized, was to lower her jeans without bringing the panties down with them. While the 20-year old realized that they might soon be required to join the jeans around her knees, there was no sense in giving her mother ideas at this stage of the proceedings. As such, Emily inserted her trembling hands between the rough material of the denim and the soft material of her underwear and separated the two before pushing the jeans down and off her flaring hips. It didn't take much effort to have the pants down to her knees.

Old Fashioned Aunt Helen, by Mark Stiles (November 25, 2016)

With a sigh she stripped off all of her clothing and turned to face the pile of fluff and pastels that awaited her on the bed. A tear wells up in poor Beth’s eyes as she surveys the repulsive clothing that will signal the near end of her adulthood. She picks up the first item that she will put on, the little girl type cotton underpants. She wrinkles her nose at the white cotton panties and at the little kittens and mice that frolicked across the expanse of the front and seat. Though she resists emotionally, she solemnly slips the little panties over her feet and up her thighs and over her condemned behind. Next came some short white anklets that she tugged onto her feet. Standing, she dons a crisp white blouse, buttoning it in the front and tugging the collar until it was straight. She picks up the homemade dress and pulls it over her head. It is light yellow cotton, with a high, childish sash that gathers the bodice just under her breasts. The hemline is high, well up her thighs, giving her a coltish, pre-teen look. Lastly, she put on the pristine white tennies that Aunt Helen thought, and rightly so, would finish the childish look that she requires. Beth surveys herself in the mirror and a tear leaps onto her cheek as she sees herself as Aunt Helen wants her to look. Looking back at her is a naughty little girl in her juvenile clothing, needing now to go downstairs to see Aunt Helen and be punished for her misdeeds.

Jane, by Helier (November 25, 2016)

Jane knew she wouldn't be able to see anything from where she was but she didn't need to. Her imagination was running wild. From the way the two girls had behaved, she knew they wanted this. She had seen the way Soraya had peeped, eyes full of excitement, as Tina was spanked and now she could also imagine their desire as they waited to be so humiliatingly fucked. She heard their moans as the two men approached them and then she heard one of the girl's squeal plaintively as she was penetrated. Her hand drifted to her pussy. She needed to masturbate; she had to. Her pussy was screaming out for relief. She pushed her pants down a little and, resisting the impulse to thrust her finger into the wetness, she began to massage her thick fleshy mound. The feelings she gave herself filled her body with delight.

Both girls were squealing now, but she could hear the arousal in their voices and she could hear too the way their bodies were being shaken by the violent fucking they were getting. She imagined how it must feel for them, each being fucked by the others lover, side by side, crying and squealing in the open air. Her finger plunged into her soaking pussy and found its way deep inside her. She loved that. When she was really aroused, she could always find that soft thick spot inside that seemed to grow, consuming her. Her thumb pressed on her clit and, even though she knew she was going to come more quickly than the two girls, she didn't care. She wanted to climax, hard and fast, and, within moments, she did.

Family Spanking, by Desiree (November 21, 2016)

The morning couldn’t pass quick enough. When the family meeting was finally held I thought I would feel a surge of power, but that didn’t happen. I didn’t feel any different than yesterday. I listened carefully to my parents speech and Sis smiled broadly. She was a sophomore at the college and still lived at home. The family was very close and now I had become an official adult in the house. I was surprised and admittedly a bit disappointed when the opportunity to spank didn’t present itself right away. I was a covert witness to the next one my older sister received. It was probably the most severe spanking she ever got, at least that I knew about.

Mrs. Farnworth's School for Young Ladies, by H.B. (November 21, 2016)

She had never been spanked herself but as far back as when she was eight of nine years old she found the idea fascinating. If any of her friends mentioned being spanked she tried to pry all the details out of them. When she reached her teen years her interest increased. A few of her girlfriends still got spanked and when she heard about it she used to get very excited. Her excitement actually got in the way of finding out exactly what happened because she was embarrassed by it and had to act cool to avoid betraying her intense interest. Still, when she managed to get her friends to talk about it even the most cryptic details fueled her imagination for months, sometimes years. She looked up spanking in the dictionary, in the encyclopedia, in lists of periodicals at the library, in any place she could find. If she saw a spanking scene in an old movie on television she would try to record it on her VCR the next time that it was aired or get that movie at the video store and she would replay that scene over and over again.

Hell Night Becomes Heavenly Night, by Kenneth Harding (November 18, 2016)

"Go!" Evie commanded, taking her place at the very start of the line. As Madeline, still dazed, unable to believe what was happening to her, hesitated, Evie started her off with a vigorous swat across both bottom cheeks which fairly propelled the young teacher forward with a strangled cry of pain. The sorority sisters giggled at the consternation registered by this naughty pledge, and bent down to apply new swats to keep her moving forward. Madeleine began to scramble furiously on all fours, wanting only to avoid the avalanche of stinging, noisily sonorous swats which the paddles inflicted. Before she reached the end of the line, the inflamed red cheeks of her behind could visibly be seen through the thin clinging panties.

His Wife, by Taylor Moore (November 18, 2016)

And Chrissy had been seen naked by many men and woman. She was a very sexual person and had had more affairs than she could remember. That was why she had decided to let Geoffrey pay for her room and board and tuition in exchange for sex. She loved sex, after all, and though he wasn't all that good at it, Geoffrey was at least enthusiastic and loving.
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other as the woman continued to look at her, wondering what she was thinking, wondering if she would really let her continue to stay in her little condo. She knew that Geoffrey was very much under this woman's thumb.

Spanking Shopping Trip, by Randy Slapp (November 14, 2016)

Mother accepted the paddle, then she barked, "Pull your panties down young lady.”
I burned with humiliation knowing that Ted, June and my father were all listening to every word. I almost felt like everyone could see me as I slipped my underpants down my trembling thighs to my knocking knees. I knew I was too old for bare bottomed spankings but as mother tugged me over her lap I was filled with that all-too familiar helplessness which brought a tear down my cheek.

Positioned over the maternal lap, panties down and bare fanny up, I felt more like a ten-year-old than a teenager. But as the first paddle whack landed on my naked flesh, I gritted my teeth and determined to take my punishment with a minimum of fuss, I couldn't stop thinking about Ted and June eavesdropping on my spanking!

Slumber Party Slapping, by Randy Slapp (November 14, 2016)

Mother quickly got Jackie bent into position and I heard Jackie gasp "God no!" as mother yanked Jackie's purple pajama shorts down. Jackie had sure grown up since the last time I saw her nude butt and legs, but even my sister's full, round bare bottom couldn't keep my eyes from glancing at the shocked expressions on Kim and Cathy's faces or the terrible bath brush as mother raised it above Jackie's trembling, white butt cheeks.

SMACK! I didn't even see the slapper speed down, but I took in the flattening effect on Jackie's right orb and the way the brush bounced off, leaving a rapidly reddening spot on the ivory skin.
With Jackie's backside toward me, I had a clear view of my sister's slapping as mother bent slightly and smacked the smooth plastic into first one shuddering ass cheek than the other . . . SMACK . . . CRACK . . . CRACK . . .

Toasted Buns, by Chuck Wilson (November 11, 2016)

Back in the den, Shannon felt more in need of an icebag than a pillow as her bottom cheeks were glowing up like bright red coals at her mother, who was wielding a wood-backed, oval hairbrush on the upturned mounds. The color darkened with every swat and covered both the buttocks and upper thighs of the young beauty.

“Owwww ... Owwww ... I'm sorry, Mama ... Ouuchh ...

The Memorable Trip, by C.J. West (November 11, 2016)

Whack! ! Whack! !

Her mother's right hand smacked each bare cheek.

"Remember, Tami," she scolded, "I expect mature conduct and responsibility from you. And, as childish as you've felt the last half-hour -- getting spanked over my knee and running naked around the house -- it is only an example of how you'll feel if I ever need to spank you again."

A Sunday Drive in the Country, by Dr. Dlaniger (November 7, 2016)

The young mother of a teenage girl slowly, carefully pulled on her panties and covered herself with her dress. Vanessa then told the teenage girl to step out of the car. Terrified that maybe she was going to be spanked with that awful hairbrush too, she reluctantly did as she ordered. She wasn’t going to get a spanking but her bottom wasn’t getting off scott free either. Knowing that their bottoms were sore and still hot, especially Raquel’s, she made both women pull up their dresses way up around their waists and sit directly on the seats of their panties on the hood of their car…still quite hot from the engine and the hot summer sun beating down on it. The women were very uncomfortable and in considerable pain as the hot car metal burned their sore bottoms right through their thin, silky, little panties. The hot metal also burnedtheir upper thighs, making them yelp in pain and not wanting to sit down as soon as they sat on the car. It was almost like sitting on a hot plate.

Tracy's First Spanking, by Ed Finn (November 7, 2016)

Hardly believing her own words, Tracy lifted her hips, experiencing for the first time the utter loss of autonomy associated with giving in to another's desire to punish in such an embarrassing manner. She was mortified as her panties were lowered clear to her knees and her bare bottom was exposed as never before, even to her mother. Unable to believe the disgraceful situation in which she found herself, her cheeks tightly clenched, Tracy held her breath as well as her tongue, fearful of further aggravating the mad woman who, until now, had passed herself off as her loving mother. All she wanted now was to get this over with ...

"Okay, I'll take Harry now," said Tracy's mother.

Trembling, mostly from anger, Tracy thrust the hefty hairbrush back.

Angry Mama's Response, by Chuck Wilson (November 4, 2016)

As the pretty blonde walked slowly and painfully across the room, Mrs. Johnson relinquished the chair to Mrs. Thompson, who immediately ordered Jennifer to come to her.

Instead, the panic-stricken girl, having seen what happened to her friend, made a dash of the door. She hadn't given any thought to where she would go, dressed as she was, but her only interest at that moment was getting out of the apartment.

However, Mrs. Thompson jumped up from her chair and caught her daughter by the wrist just as she reached the door.

"Mom, nooo. Please don't," Jennifer pleaded as she was pulled back toward the chair. But her mother was stronger and, after seating herself once again, yanked Jennifer by the wrist so that she fell, none too gracefully, over the lap of correction.

Anyah & Reecey, by Dr. Dlaniger (November 4, 2016)

Anyah said, “No use trying to get away. I handled younger brothers and spanked their bottoms when they were naughty up until late teens. You’re no problem at all. But I’m going to make problem for you. What you did tonight was immature and unacceptable. Adults talk matters over, not throw temper tantrums and run away. When we get home I make sure you not sit down for one whole week!” With that she gave Reecey a slap on the seat of her little panties, causing her to yelp in both surprise and pain.

Reecey suddenly became afraid. She knew how hard the white girl could spank. Too many times, as her bottom caught fire, she found herself sobbing and begging Anyah not to spank her any more, promising good behavior, promising to be a good girl for life! Being with the white girl was like having a big sister and the world’s best lover all rolled into one. But it was the big sister-spanking her bottom-part she didn’t like very much. Still, she had to admit, she did love Anyah. She always felt safe and protected when she was with the beautiful European girl. It was good to have somebody she could trust, someone so genuinely concerned for her welfare, and willing to take the responsibility of making all the important decisions in their relationship.

The Admiral, by Taylor Moore (October 31, 2016)

"You were a very naughty girl, after all."

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Darlene fought to keep from sobbing. Her body trembled and shook and she had to rub her arm rapidly across her face several times to rub away the tears. Still the admiral's hand spanked down, and she clenched her teeth in furious desperation, determined not to break.

It was only a spanking! How could she not take that in stride? Men had been shot, gruesomely wounded, and yet carried on against desperate odds. What kind of sailor broke into tears at a spanking!?

Alice Moves In, by BlueBeard (October 31, 2016)

Well, no sooner did Alice move in than she found out about the little poem on the paddle. And, I want to tell you a more astonished 20-year-old miss you never did see . . . Her plight resulted from a carelessly placed cardboard carton which Jerry tripped over in the darkened hall. That cost Alice a trip of her own - across Jerry's knee with her jeans and panties d-o-w-n! The paddle did one superb job on her previously-unspanked, saucy, well-formed bottom. I know. I was there. And loved every minute of her yelping - "help"-ing - pleading -paddling. "Sis, I said to myself, "Jerry's not the only one you're gonna have to watch out for."

There's Got to be a Limit, by Rachel Heath (October 28, 2016)

CJ decided it was time for a change of pace so, with the ruler still held in one hand, she slid her hand up Morgan's black blouse, "Ohhhh," Morgan cooed sweetly, as CJ's hand held and pulled on an aching breast. "Oh, yeah," she whispered, undulating sensuously. CJ kissed her lightly on the side of her face and decided it was time to get back to work with the ruler. Whack! Whack! Whack! She reddened the area immediately above that already reddened.

Lauren, by Helier (October 28, 2016)

The first few spanks didn't land properly and didn't hurt at all. It took time for Anna to adjust to the curve of Lauren's sweet round bottom. At the same time Miss Cavanaugh had starting administering roasting slaps to Tara's bottom and the squirming girl was already squealing like a little pig. Lauren could sense Anna's embarrassment. It made her want to be smacked hard so that she could cry and Anna wouldn't feel she had failed. She shifted herself a little to make it easier and suddenly the nervous headgirl began to get it right. Crisp painful smacks peppered Lauren's tender bottom and, without even trying, she found herself letting out little squeaks of discomfort. Quickly her cries mingled with Tara's as both girls had their buttocks and legs covered in burning slaps. For Lauren it felt like heaven. The stinging pain shocking her and filling her with a strange excitement while, all the time, she was aware that it was Anna who was punishing her. It was Anna's lap she lay over, Anna's legs pressing into the mound of her sex, driving her wild with desire. She pushed herself up from the little table, throwing back her head and crying out in pain, but the truth was that the pleasure in her pussy was ready to overwhelm her. Anna changed her rhythm, slapping her especially hard, slow huge slaps that pushed Lauren to the edge of panic.

Linda's Last Chance, by Bruce (October 24, 2016)

Tears of shame and frustration were coursing down Linda’s cheeks as Miss Smith was saying this but, as she finished, Linda’s resistance seemed to dissolve and with her head bowed in shame, she allowed herself to be guided to the door. Once inside the classroom, Miss Smith immediately walked over to her desk, opened a lower drawer and took out a wooden paddle with an oval shaped head that was perhaps 4 inches wide by 6 inches in length. Next she pulled out her chair and placed it facing Linda’s classmates. But before sitting down, she took Linda’s arm and forced her to turn to face her classmates. Sweeping her eyes over the class, Miss Smith said, “Children, I want you to watch and take to heart what you are about to see. This young lady, Linda Ardmore, was observed attempting to cheat on the examination I just gave you. According to the new school policy on classroom discipline, I am required to punish her for her actions. Also, following that new policy, Linda’s punishment will be administered in your presence. It will be as embarrassing as it is painful but Linda knew what to expect and she made her own decision. Now she is going to have to suffer the consequences of that decision. You are not, I repeat, not to tease her about this afterward. If that happens and I am able to confirm that report, whoever is responsible will pay dearly.” Sitting down, she patted her lap and said, “Alright, Linda, place yourself face down over my lap with your bottom right up over the middle of my lap. Come on, child, you can’t avoid this so let’s get it over with and get on with our work.”

Thanks to Aunt Lydia, by Ed Finn (October 24, 2016)

Lydia went on, addressing Lindy Sue, "You, young lady, had best pay close attention. I don't know or care what went on at your house back when you used to get spanked - way too long ago, might I add - but here we have a certain routine. I believe a child must submit to a spanking. She should not need to be dragged kicking and screaming. As you'll notice, Vicki is well trained. She is about to lower her own pants. She will then ask permission to come over my knee. And so on. She will follow any instruction I may give her. She will truthfully answer any questions. Watch and learn, because it will behoove you to emulate Vicki's behavior. The more you deviate, the worse your spanking will be. Do I make myself clear?"

Sick of being talked to like a child, Lindy Sue was getting grumpier by the minute. The whole damn thing was ridiculous. But she was stuck. She nodded brusquely. She would try to think of other things. This bullshit would soon be over. She was so irritated, though, that try as she might she could not wipe the pout from her lips. Damn, she had hoped to be able to enjoy watching Vicki get it, but this was no fun at all.

Nurse's Mansion, by Barbie (October 21, 2016)

Peggy opened her eyes wide at each hard crack. She screamed into the gag. She tightened her bottom and when the next crack went across the tightened flesh, it hurt one hundred percent more. She quickly tried to loosen the muscles before the next crack. She tried and some times she succeeded. She was in agony as the five hard cracks went across her cheeks and then the aim was lowered. Five there and then lower. The house mother was moving toward her thighs and when she arrived there, Peggy really jumped and tried to kick. That was worse than her bottom. She had never had anything hurt her more than this. If they ever let her go, she was packing and going home. She didn’t want to be a nurse. Angel of mercy... what a trick. These people had no mercy. She was crying. She was hurting. They were the ones hurting her. She cried all the harder as the paddle moved back up the thighs to her bottom again and finished off the last five stokes of the count.

Keeping Pace, by Ralph Greco, Jr. (October 21, 2016)

As much as I tried to ignore the fact, I very much wanted to grind myself against my boss's soft lap again while she smacked me. Each morning I walked into work hoping that maybe that day was the day, that maybe I would finally do something slightly wrong to catch Miss Pace's attention and have her spank me again. I had taken to wearing thong- backed underwear under my dress pants, or garters and stockings under my skirts, with and without panties, just in case this day would be the day that I was bent over and swatted.

On the Friday of the following week, a full two weeks after that first spanking, Miss Pace and I found ourselves enjoying a friendly cup of coffee in the lunch room. All the other employees took their break at three o'clock so we had the place all to ourselves.

Pink Collar Crime, by Al Purvis (October 17, 2016)

The Warden said, "We think you new girls get a lot of benefit from a proper initiation. Let's you know what to expect if you don't toe the mark. When you leave, we give you a 'Coming-out Party,' to remind you of what you're leaving behind and how much you want to avoid those things that can put you back in here." The Warden gestured to me over the barrel and said, "And over here." The Warden paused while most of the spectators shuffled. They knew that they would have to be in my predicament at least one more time before they got away from this place. "Well. Nuff said," the Warden said, "Carry on Sergeant." The Warden nodded to a muscular woman who stood near my exposed backside. She wore one of those abbreviated guard outfits.

Princess, by Eileen (October 17, 2016)

Sulaya's pleasure at punishing this lazy girl was a thousand times greater than it had even been before. The maids she'd had in her father's kingdom were dusky and dark, as the Princess herself was. Never had she witnessed this remarkable contrast, the red stripes against the incandescence of a pale white posterior, the mottled look of her bottom and thighs, rapidly purpling toward the bottom curves of her cheeks.

Sulaya brought her arm back again, and sighed with regret when the well-used switch snapped in two over the maid's chastised bottom.

Hooker Cop, by Taylor Moore (October 14, 2016)

golden hair tangled and messy. The gauzy blue see-through bodystocking she wore was torn at the shoulder, though the large pockets - the only solid part of the shirt aside from its collar, still covered her otherwise bare breasts.

Aside from that she wore glistening skintight plastic short shorts and stiletto heeled boots. Her small round face looked anxious and worried, with a trace of the terror she'd felt earlier.

The Homecoming, by Mike Burke (October 14, 2016)

"Welcome. Come join the party!" Jean Bachman beamed as she swung the front door open wide."And the first shall be last, or something like that."

With that, both the mother and her oldest daughter, Jennifer, broke out in huge grins. Once the luggage had been deposited in a nearby corner, the 27-year old threw both arms around her mother, a show of love that was equally returned. Jennifer's peck on the woman's cheek brought the emotional meeting of the two to an end. The arrival of two more sisters, Valerie and Gloria, from the living room, brought about a new series of hugs and kisses for the recent arrival.

Jennifer's Backyard Tanning, by Bruce (October 10, 2016)

"Anyway, as soon as she was all bare and ready, her dad grab-bed her around the waist and started to lay that oiled leather razor strap across her bare buttocks and thighs as hard as he could. I guess she just absolutely went wild! My friend said she was shrieking and screaming and that she tried to get away but her dad is awfully big and he just held her right there under his left arm and strapped the bejesus out of her! She was kicking and twisting around so much that she got a lot of licks of that strap between her legs on the insides of her bare thighs and my friend said that really made her screech and howl! He told me that her dad strapped her for at least twenty minutes! And he told me that her behind was almost raw when he finished! He said she had strap welts from her waist all the way down to her knees and her nylons were in shreds and she was just gagging and blubbering and sobbing like a baby! And my friend said that about halfway through that strapping, Dorralee 'wet' herself! But I guess that didn't stop her father 'cause he just kept right on swinging that strap and blistering her bare bottom."

The Lady Loves It, C. Allen (October 10, 2016)

Anne was not one to feel pity, no matter what sweet nothings came from her lips. But after the fifth she sat beside me and stroked my hair. I remember whimpering and trying to snuggle up to her. She was comforting, but I couldn’t forget that there was more to come. And come it did. She belted my bottom at least another half dozen times, maybe more. It took every ounce of will power I could muster to stay in position.

The Longest Spanking of my Life, by Michael (October 7, 2016)

She wasn't kidding. Ma raised the strop high over my bare bottom and brought it down with a furry like I had never seen before. Nor felt. A broad band of fire burned its way into my poor bottom. But I didn't cry out. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction. I bit my lip and let Ma beat me. But with each lick took more out of me. On the third one I drew in my breath to keep quiet. Then the fifth time the strop crashed into my bruised bottom, I screamed. I kept crying as long as Ma kept hitting me. And she really blistered my bottom. I didn't count the times she hit me but each one left its beet red band of fire across my butt. Tears flowed freely as Ma placed each lick so that it just over lapped the last one. Then to my dismay she walked to the other side to start all over. Now the tip hit my left thigh. Ma started at the top, still letting the strokes overlap, and didn't stop until the redness extended to a few inches above my knees.

Mary Ann, by Ashley (October 7, 2016)

Obediently, the girl bent across the waiting thighs, and allowed her stepmother to draw her into position. Mildred had been the youngest of seven children including five girls. Her parents were well-practiced in corporal punishment but became progressively mellower. By the time Mildred was a teenager they were nearly sixty and much more relaxed in their child rearing. However, in her earlier years, Mildred had been privy to seeing her older sisters turned, bared and spanked. A clever girl, she managed, for the most part, to avoid the parental palm or paddle; sometimes at the expense of one of her older sisters. Such experiences would in time cause Mary Ann's lot to noticeably worsen.

Spanking by the Pool, by James Fox (October 3, 2016)

Belinda had longed to be chastised on her bottom for as long as she could remember. Only once had she attempted to attain a spanking from one of her boyfriends. Belinda had prepared herself well, hiring herself a maids outfit for the occasion and had, with much embarrassment, purchased a cane from a mail order company. Deliberately untidying the house, she had sat herself down with a bottle of wine and acted like the hired help who had delved into her employers wine store. Upon hearing her boyfriend enter the house, she stood up, more than a little tipsy. When he eventually entered the room she approached him, cane in one hand and empty wine bottle in the other. "I'm sorry sir," she had said, "but I've been very naughty and drunk your wine. Perhaps you would like to spank my bottom, or use this swishy cane on it to punish me." Her boyfriend just collapsed laughing out loud, tears streaming down his face. He didn't say a word, he just laughed continually. Belinda had ran up stairs, changed out of the maid's outfit and left immediately. She felt like a freak. What was the word she had heard him use when he referred to his pals who read girlie books? 'Nonce', that was it. She was a nonce. Belinda had never forgotten her embarassment and until this day had never broached the subject of spanking since, believing that she was indeed weird. Now she knew different.

The Summer of 1950, by Thomas Bruns (October 3, 2016)

She led me by the hand right to my bedroom door and she opened it briskly. Inside we marched right to my bed. Off went my skirt and I was left standing in front of my aunt with nothing but my sweater and panties. She sat down on the edge of my bed and pulled me across her lap with a decisive air about her. She hooked her fingers into the waistband at the back of my panties and yanked them down to just above my knees. She did all of this in such a practiced way that I was sure I was about to get a spanking unlike any I had ever experienced. She finally laid the cool wood of the paddle against my bare bottom. 

"You may have been spanked many times before this, young lady," she said in a terribly dooming voice, "but what you're about to get now will make all of those together look like love taps." She didn't waste any time on lectures, partly because I had asked for her to do this rather than doing anything naughty to deserve it. I felt her body tensing as she lifted the paddle high above her head. It came down on my bare right cheek with a sharp CRACK that echoed throughout my bedroom. My breath sucked in mightily as the pain registered on my brain. That was truly intense, more so than anything I had ever felt in my young life. 

Michelle's Wish Comes True, by Thomas Bruns (September 30, 2016)

Michelle gasped. This was no idle threat. The CP Supervisory Board was created out of the need to ensure that judges did not abuse their power to hand out paddling sentences. Any minor, parent, or legal guardian could appeal a paddling sentence (though not any other part of a sentence-that would have to be appealed to a standard court of appeals) to the board and they would examine the transcripts of the case and make a decision. There were four possible outcomes of appealing a paddling to the board. If the teen appealed the paddling on his or her own and the board decided that the teen was doing so only to postpone the paddling, they could recommend that the teen's punishment be doubled. In other words, if a teen were sentenced to a three-minute paddling, then a second paddling of three minutes would take place one month later. If the parent or legal guardian appealed the paddling and the board sided with the judge's decision, then the board, in one of the only instances where an adult could be sentenced to a paddling, could order the parent or guardian to receive the same sentence. If, however, the board found against the judge, then one of two things could happen. If the board found that the paddling was simply too harsh, they could set a new time limit on the paddling. If, however, the board decided that the punishment was not only too harsh, but also unjustified, then the board had the power to remove the judge from the bench.

A Nanny Gets a Spanking, by Yvette Vandel (September 30, 2016)

But you don't need to, Brigitte, it was all my fault. You haven't done anything wrong. If I hadn't said things about your body to John he would never have spoken to you that way, although, to be honest, he agrees with me that you have a perfect body. In fact . . . ." Susan's voice trailed away. The entire time Susan had continued to rub me, gently caressing my back, and by now she had worked her way down to my waistline. It was tempting to just give in to the pleasure of her hands, but no, no, I had to get something else straightened out before I could feel completely happy. Susan didn't know I had spied on them the night before, and I didn't see how I could feel comfortable staying in the house unless I came clean about seeing their spanking activity. 

Their Arrangement, by Jason (September 26, 2016)

Her curiosity aroused, Janet asked detailed questions about Lynette's spankings. Were they always on the bare bottom? Always after she was out of diapers. Was there corner time? Before, after, and sometimes for a pause during long spankings. How far were her panties pulled down? Usually to her knees. Was she fully dressed at for a spanking? Usually, but there were times when she undressed to her panties as a kid, then her bra and panties as a teen and later. A few times, she had to strip naked for really bad behavior.

Janet's last question was, "Do I need to spank you to make you hold up your end of our arrangement?"
"You've tried everything else, Janet. You've been more patient than I probably deserve. I love you and don't want to lose you." Lynette quickly added, "Your beautiful home and money have nothing to do with it. I'd love you if you were in the depths of poverty."

California Dreaming, by Mike Burke (September 26, 2016)

Draped over her aunt's firm lap, Heather could feel the soft material of her aunt's stockings on her upper thighs. That soft feeling didn't change the fact that Heather knew her bottom would soon sting so much that she could be laid over a bed of nails and she would not be able to tell the difference.

SMACK. Not wasting a second, Helen raised her ruler over the bare cheeks and then brought it sizzling down over the summit of the two ripe melons. Immediately, a broad line of discomfort sprung up on the alabaster skin. After watching the formation of the first line of attack, the girl's aunt settled into a quicker pace. After each meeting of the ruler with the delicate flesh, Helen would pause a second, take a deep breath, and then raise her arm once more before sending the ruler down to punish her disobedient niece.

Guiding Daughters, by Helier (September 23, 2016)

This was the first time any of the girls had been spanked on the bare and several of the mothers giggled nervously to see the two girls bending over naked like this. They were a truly enchanting sight, their young bodies poised and waiting; their pussies just peeping between their thighs. Dr Block stepped up behind them and, without any delay, delivered a stinging series of smacks to each girl's buttocks. Some of the women again stifled giggles. It was somehow slightly funny to hear them each responding in turn, their distressed cries keeping perfect time with the relentless smacking of Dr Block's hand.

Wishing, Part 2, by Bruce (September 23, 2016)

Although she had lost all track of time, Gwen had spent nearly 20 horrible minutes bent over her mother’s knee before her punishment finally came to an end. With a final flurry of swats directed at her daughter’s blazing hot and exquisitely tender upper thighs, Marrion at last replaced the hairbrush on the bed, pulled the convulsively sobbing girl off her left thigh and, dragging her to her feet, said, “ALRIGHT, YOUNG LADY! NOW I THINK YOU’VE HAD ENOUGH!! GWEN!! GWEN!! STOP CRYING AND LISTEN TO ME, YOUNG LADY. PULL UP YOUR PANTIES AND YOUR GIRDLE, GWEN!! NOW, YOUNG LADY!! AND THEN YOU’RE GOING TO MARCH RIGHT OUT TO THE LIVING ROOM AND APOLOGIZE TO EVERYONE FOR WHAT YOU DID AND FOR MAKING SUCH A FUSS!!”

Wishing 1, by Bruce (September 19, 2016)

Stamping her foot, Marrion said, “GWEN LAYTON! You look up here at me when I’m talking to you, young lady!” As she lifted her head, Gwen saw her mother point toward the hallway and before the words were even out of her mouth, Gwen knew what was going to happen.

Trying to control her temper, Marrion said, “You’ve stepped ‘way over the line, young lady, ‘way over it! And now you’re going to pay for it, Gwen Layton, and I mean really pay!” Taking Gwen by the arm, she turned her around until she was facing the hallway entrance and said, “NOW, YOUNG LADY, YOU JUST MARCH YOURSELF DOWN TO MY BEDROOM! YOU’RE GOING TO GET YOUR BEHIND BLISTERED, GWEN LAYTON, AND I MEAN REALLY BLISTERED!”

Letting out a strangled wail, Gwen squealed, “MO..TH..ER!! P..Pleeeease! For the love of G..God! D..Don’t do th..th..this to m..m..meeeeee! N..Not w..with th..them here!!”

Sophmore Year Abroad, by Dr. Dlaniger (September 19, 2016)

The woman stopped, turned around, and walked back over to the beautiful redhead. Rita stared at her defiantly. The woman appeared to be too middle class to cause any real trouble. Rita figured the bitch was just going to yell at her some more. She was wrong. Without warning the woman slapped Rita across the face. The redhead gasped and held her injured cheeks. A look of surprise appeared on her face. But Irma wasn’t through. Grabbing Rita by her long red hair with one hand, she pulled out the chair Rita had been sitting in with the other. She placed it away from the table. While Rita’s two friends looked on in shock, she sat down and put Rita over her lap.

By now the other tables became aware of what was going on. The woman pulled up Rita’s miniskirt, exposing the seat of her white, silky, nylon, bikini panties. The panties were monogrammed. The front read :”PRIVATE PROPERTY”. The back read :”HANDS OFF”. Irma, reading the seat of the panties said, “I don’t think so.” With that she began spanking the 18 year old girl, giving her a very hard public spanking right in the bar.

Learning What's Real, by J.L.J. (September 16, 2016)

Lori squirmed and tried to pull her hand free, keeping her legs clamped tightly together. Her stepmother’s gray slacks felt rough against her bare skin. Her face was red hot, and she knew that if she looked in the mirror it would be bright scarlet. “That’s not the way my father spanks me,” she said.

“I’m not your father, young lady,” Diane said icily. “And I’m darn sure not going to spank you the way your father does. That comment you made a few minutes ago was just the last straw. You’ve been disrespectful, disobedient, and downright rude to me for far too long, and I have no intention of letting you off with a couple of swats and some fake tears. I intend to blister you the same way my mother blistered me the few times I was disrespectful to her.”

“I said I was sorry,” Lori protested. “Why can’t you justº” SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! “Yeeoww!” Lori jerked, and yelped involuntarily as a flurry of swats exploded without warning onto her rear end like bursting firecrackers. That hurt! She tried to squirm away from the burning sting but her stepmother’s grip was secure. SWACK! SWACK! “Ooh! Owwuch! You’re hurting me!”

You Again! by Dr. Dlaniger (September 16, 2016)

Rhiannon noticed her panties right away.

“ Your panties are very pretty. When I finish your spanking you must tell me where you bought them. They’re adorable. I just have to get a pair for myself.” Eileen was stunned. What was happening almost didn’t seem real. Hereshe was about to get a spanking, be humiliated beyond belief, and the cop who was going to spank her was admiring her panties. This was crazy, she thought as she stood with her skirt up around her waist. “Ok. Be a good girl and bend over the hood.” Embarrassed and humiliated, she obeyed, positioning herself so that her panty-clad bottom faced the highway. The woman removed her leather belt and doubled it. “I’m giving you twenty. And I’m warning…don’t move until I tell you to.”

Suddenly Eileen felt a line of white hot fire across her buttocks, searing her right through the thin nylon of her panties. She shrieked in pain, leaped up, and grabbed her injured buttocks.

Jennifer Ann's Visitors, by Jack (September 12, 2016)

The minutes clicked slowly. Ever so slowly. Jennifer didn't know how long the wait would take or even exactly what she was waiting for. Was Jean just in town? Jennifer recalled sending Jean a picture of her little house when she first bought it, promising to correspond regularly. After only two letters, she ceased trying to stay in touch with Jean. Was this why she was being punished?

The door knob turned as did Jennifer's head.

“Keep your nose in that corner,” the familiar voice barked in that take-charge manner that sent shivers down Jennifer's spine.

Jennifer thought she heard someone else in the house but didn't dare defy her disciplinarian's command by trying to take a peek. Was it someone else to spank her? Could it be someone else to witness her humiliating, juvenile punishment? Maybe no one at all. Jennifer's imagination was getting away from her.

Mother-in-Law Gets Spanked, by Iona (September 12, 2016)

Bessie winced slightly at the smartness of the spanks, even as she felt her genitals become engorged with blood, and her nipples stand up rigid against her flimsy nightgown.

Whack…whack…whack…whack…this second spanking that Molly was administering with a firm strong hand, did not hurt as much as the first one, because this time she was whapping at every part of her mother-in-law’s tiny bottom instead of just over the crack as before.

Whack…whack…whack…whack…Molly’s left hand was circling Bessie’s hips as it had done before, as if holding and framing what she was spanking. While the right one rained down a brisk volley of spanks to the soft little orbs that lay so submissively under her hand.

The Forty Woman Paddle Bus, by B.C. and Wife (September 9, 2016)

I watched her swing. She was careful with each stroke, watching what she was doing all the time and placing them just as she wanted them. She didn't spank slowly but she spanked carefully and very, very hard. Each spank made the driver's screaming more high pitched until it was almost too high to hear. Still the spanking went on. The ass went from white, to red, to bright red, to dark red. And still the spanking went on. She didn't stop the spanking until the lower half of the ass was all covered with purple blisters. This accomplished, she let the well-punished driver slide to the floor.

WOW! What a spanking that was. My pounding headache even forgave the woman who had bounced and jounced it all over New Jersey after watching her get that spanking. That is just what this is all about, I told myself. After punishment, all must be forgiven. That was no problem. When I had watched such punishment as that I could have forgiven almost anything.

A Friend in Need, by Bruce (September 9, 2016)

Trembling and fighting to keep from crying, the girls got out and, walking ahead of Mrs. Weller and her daughter, they left the garage and crossed the lawn to the front door of the house. Opening the door, Mrs. Weller ushered them into the living room and the girls immediately saw three girls, all appearing to be about Tammy's age or a little older, seated on one of the living room sofas and looking at photo albums. The girl in the center looked up and said, "Hi, Mom." Standing up, she walked over, smiled at Tammy and Cindy and said, "And you must be Tammy and Cindy Lawford. I'm Lela Weller and those two girls are my friends LeAnn and Jean." Lowering her voice slightly, she said, "Mom told us all about your, ah, problem and I'll tell you right now, when my Mom gets through with you, you'll think you're behind's on fire! But she'll teach you a lesson that you won't ever forget, I promise you that!"

Computer Games, by Ashley (September 5, 2016)

The rest infused Mrs. Morrow with new strength and the slaps fell even harder. Julie Anne's mother began this round at the top of the girl's tender rounded hips and was working downwards, alternating on each cheek until she reached the base. She paused again, returned once more to the top of the rosy buttocks and now fully warmed to her mission, her face grimly set, her eyes narrowed and her lips parted and moist, Julie Anne's mother concentrated the loud stinging slaps against the apexes of her daughter's naked bottom. They seemed to flatten the hillocks but could not prevent the resilient flesh from immediately springing back up to present itself for yet further chastisement.

These slaps continued at the same fifteen second intervals however the accumulated discomfort now drew more definitive "Oooooooohhhhh!'s" from the pretty young victim. Meanwhile Julie Anne had begun to move her head about, catching watery glimpses of her eager young brother while her trapped fingers wiggled about obsessively. Her shapely bare legs moved about much more actively, stretching her tangled panties and providing glimpses of the secret valley that lay within. Mostly it was views of her feminine thatch but several times, Paul's attentive eye caught sight of the fair salmon colored slit.

Unhappy Campers, by ZZ (September 5, 2016)

“Drop your skirt and panties, young lady,” ordered Aunt Gladys. “Since you’ve given me no choice, I’m going to do this right.”

“When haven’t you done it right?” Heather shot back. She huffed loudly, as if debating whether or not to obey. “You just love spanking me, don’t you? You’re a sadist, you know.”

Girl's Party, by A.M. (September 2, 2016)

Anne in a teasing way answered "Maybe, after I hear about how all of you got your butts walloped. Peggy you're next, but I must tell you all something that is kind of embarrassing. After the spankings I told you about, my cousin and I rubbed cream on each other's blazing red bottoms. That began after I saw her spanking and followed her to her bedroom. She was on her tummy on her bed, rubbing cream into her red cheeks. I volunteered to do that for her and she agreed. So after our strappings, we did the same thing to each other. I don't know about my cousin but I had strange feelings both times. I cannot describe those feeling in words. Okay Peggy, it is your turn."

Mary Lou Felt Blue, by Jay Ellis (September 2, 2016)

Part of the battle was won, thought the older woman. Mary Lou did not argue over the spankings but merely asked that her father not be present or notified.

That Monday Lori purchased several items to be used in further punishments of the teenage girl. During the next few days she brought home a new and rather wicked looking hairbrush to be used in the continuing education of her daughter. She also bought a half dozen cotton panties somewhat smaller than the type Mary Lou wore, a mini skirt and a sheer blouse. The skirt would be somewhat short on the girl and just a little tight.

Every Step of the Way, by Ralph Greco, Jr (August 29, 2016)

“Criss-crossing, laying cut across cut, back and forth,” the woman beating Juanita called out as she flicked at the high white ass before her. Juanita stood fully then, hopping from one foot to another, rolling her pelvis, trying to sway herself from the attack as much as arching her back and sticking out her bare behind to meet it.

This pull of her mind against body Juanita had never experienced before. She even managed to look down at her perky c-cups and smiled at the diamond hard nubs of her nipples, squeezed her pussy lips to feel that thick wetness that had not abated the entire time. Juanita knew she could stand here until this woman flayed the skin from her ass, she wanted this so much; to leave welts, purple-ness, have the stripped pattern of the cat burned across her flesh. The only thing Juanita could crave more was if the woman began to rifle the cat up and down her back, maybe between her legs…or God-forbid, between her ass again to brutalize her anus like she had warned. Her fists balled, her cheeks dewy with a single tear from each eye, Juanita listened, felt, feared and loved.

Flirting with a Spanking, by Chuck (August 29, 2016)

If her mother did decree that a spanking was necessary, Kristi felt certain that she would not attempt to resist. She would likely protest but if her mother was adamant, Kristy would bend over the maternal knees on command. She loved Lydia and knew that she would have given the matter long consideration before taking that action.

But another spanking added to her already blazing posterior was too scary to contemplate. Nah, her mother wouldn't change her disciplinary procedures after all these years.

When Kristi saw the look on Lydia's face when she walked in the door, though, she realized she was in for more than the usual lecture. Lydia's jaw was set firmly.

Bridget, by Helier (August 26, 2016)

Given no choice, Bridget and the other two girls, had to slap their own buttocks and thighs. It wasn't hard enough for the woman in red whoshouted at them until they put real force into it. The humiliation was complete. One by one they had to lean across the woman in black's knees and be spanked but before and after they had to smack themselves. After was even worse - they were made to dance around in a grotesque smacking dance, slapping themselves and each other. Bridget was crying but not as much as the others. The woman in black had spanked her so hard, she had burst into tears almost immediately but, somehow, this ludicrous slapping dance was just the sort of thing she had expected and had prepared herself to do. It was too much for Amy.

"I don't think I can be part of the Point."

Unhappy Campers, by ZZ (August 26, 2016)

Melissa protested but she did as she was told. Standing there without a stitch on she felt considerably more naked than she had the day before when they were all naked. She noticed that several of the girls had little smiles on their faces. Ms. Steinbeck ordered Melissa to bend over the front of the desk holding on to the far edge. When she complied Melissa was in approximately the same position that the girls had been in bending over the table the day before except she had her feet on the floor rather than kneeling.

The two switches that had been used yesterday were produced and Ms. Sullivan stood on Melissa's left side while Ms. Steinbeck stood on her right. Lying over the desk like that with her bare behind stuck up in the air made Melissa feel extremely vulnerable. Her young charges stood in a semicircle behind her causing her to blush since she knew what a sight she must be, an almost adult young lady bare as the day she was born waiting to be spanked like a child. She was mortified.

Spanked in a Brothel, by Iona Blair (August 22, 2016)

It would soon be time to present herself in the main salon where the entire house was assembled to watch her getting her bottom spanked. She shuddered visibly at the thought, but whether this was from fear or excitement she was unable to tell.

Perhaps a little of both, she thought to herself nervously.

“Oh there you are,” Claudette exclaimed impatiently, startling Marie with her sudden appearance behind her. “I’ve been looking all over for you. Madame wants to see you in her private parlor right away.”

“It’s very important,” Madame Lamont declared, “for you to become extremely excited during the spanking".

It's in the Cards, by BlueBeard (August 22, 2016)

Well, now that you know how our little game works - and what you may be in for when you play it next week (and play it you will, Melissa, so be smart and bring along an extra-thick pillow to sit on while you're driving home on Sunday), let me give you an idea of how the game works in actual operation: my example being Susan, who got herself into big trouble last week by staying out much too late on a school night. That's a no-no, and earns you a session in my bedroom with the deck of cards and the door locked. And that's where poor Sue found her sweet, but all too tardy 16-year-old self last Friday night.

Attendant Notions, by Phillippe Anjour (August 19, 2016)

Jeanine marveled at Bailey's curvy backside arched upward before her. She gingerly placed all ten of her fingers on the small of Bailey's back. Through the white cotton blouse, Jeanine felt the electricity of her first touch as she felt the softness and warmth of Bailey's skin beneath. Light as feathers, she slid her fingertips up and over the pert mounds of Bailey's bottom and down to mid-thigh where she spread her fingers out, one on each leg, and caressed with gentle squeezes back upward.
Bailey arched her bottom higher like a feline as she felt Jeanine's fingers slide across her skin. Her heart was racing in anticipation and from the heat she was feeling where her hips were pressed against Jeanine's thighs.

Brush With the Law, by Ed Finn (August 19, 2016)

Hillary had never seen a more likely candidate for a good, sound spanking. Observing the foregoing tantrum, she'd eyed the spoiled lass' well rounded bottom, tightly encased in mauve slacks, wishing it was indeed she, herself, who would have the pleasure of administering this spanking. Oh, how she'd love to deliver the stinging comeuppance this haughty young lady so richly deserved. But, of course, that was impossible. Still, one could wish.... just then, she realized Richard was speaking to her.

".... the legality of all this, your honor. I don't think I've ever heard of a judge spanking a defendant."

Courtroom Justice, by Chuck (August 15, 2016)

But as the saying goes, “pride goeth before the fall,” and Terri Ann finally took the fall, and later was to lose her pride. It turned out that she had been incorrigible during her growing up years, left her parents’ home in another state at the age of 16 and moved to an apartment in Taner, which she paid for through the money and items she was able to steal.

Her crime spree came to an end when a police stake-out finally paid off. Terri Ann was dressed in a black suit and wearing that black mask, and she tried unsuccessfully to escape in the dark. When the mask was taken off, a beautiful young woman was revealed.

Debbie Learns an Embarrassing Lesson, by C.J. West (August 15, 2016)

Before heading for the door and the most embarrassing moment of her life, Debbie turned her back to the mirror. She looked at her bare bottom, round and fully curved. It had been spanked before, when she was a teenager and it had teenage slimness, but she never thought she'd have to go through this again.
She walked to the bedroom door, turning the knob, opening the door and walking naked into the living room. Her mother was standing near the bar, sipping some orange juice.

Modern Immaturity, by Frank Tenava (August 12, 2016)

It took Clarice a moment to take in everything she was seeing. She first noticed that all the clutter from the previous day - the glasses on the end table, the dirty laundry, and the dirt and dust on the furniture - remained untouched. The glasses, in fact, had now been joined by a partially finished TV dinner tray, and a knife and fork.

But it was the additional mess that astonished Clarice, and in a matter of seconds ignited a slow boil that her guests were quick to sense. There was a large white stain on the carpet next to the end table: from the scattering of potato chips on the table above, Clarice assumed it to be onion dip. A bottle of chardonnay, slightly more than half consumed, sat on top of the television, which had been wheeled out from the wall nearly to the center of the room.

Mom's Old Fashioned Lesson, by Mike Burke (August 12, 2016)

On the other side of the house, Molly's ears burned as she just knew that she was the center of attention where ever her mother and Aunt Linda were. It also wasn't helping the 17-year old that her mother seemed to be taking even longer than normal to make her appearance. No matter how hard she tried, and she tried hard, the high school senior couldn't keep her mind from the immediate future. It was so bad that the cheerleader couldn't help but reach back with one hand at a time and adjust the leg openings at the back of her white panties. The ants in her pants just wouldn't allow Molly to stop fidgeting. Public spankings were always the senior's worst nightmare.

Makes a Sore Behind, by Dr. Dlaniger (August 8, 2016)

“Whoa! That must have been extremely humiliating for her,” Jake said, imagining what that must have been like to have that happen. He remembered getting a public spanking as a little boy at the age of ten and how embarrassed he was that his father took down his pants to spank him. All the kids at the park saw his Fruit of the Loom briefs and teased him about it for days.

“As well as painful,” Bill reminded. “Whenever they caught her breaking the law they pulled up her skirt and spank her right in front of everyone. Sometimes they would even take her across their knee while sitting on a park bench. Now that’s embarrassment. And no one stopped slapping her bottom until she was really crying. And I mean real tears!

A Spanking Life, by Felicity (August 8, 2016)

Please understand though that this whimpering wasn’t due to fear. On the contrary, Michael Johnson was probably the strongest, sexiest and most wonderful man that I’ve ever seen in my life. But whilst most women smile and giggle like schoolgirls when they see a man who they like, since we want them to dominate us, spank us and force us to submit, our first instinct seems to be to quiver like frightened leaves and whimper like helpless puppies.

“Was this a way to get attention; a cry for discipline?” He barked, marching up and down in front of us with his mere presence doing as much for us as a dozen spankings put together. “It’s obvious that you want me to spank you or you wouldn’t have worn those things.”

Joannie Gives and Gets, by Thomas Bruns (August 5, 2016)

Lori had then replied that if Trudy hadn’t been so old, she’d know that all of the girls were wearing things like that nowadays. “And I’ll just save up my money from my job and buy it myself, without any of your help and whether you like it or not,” was her finishing shot. That had finished it, all right. Trudy’s face had turned from a pale pink to an instant shade of deep red, but it hadn’t been from embarrassment. Lori’s mouth worked up and down as she had realized that she’d gone way too far. But it was too late for her to take it back. Trudy had grabbed her daughter’s wrist and had dragged her through the store and out to the parking lot. Joanne had followed, although she had quite a time trying to keep up with Trudy’s fast step. Lori had tried apologizing all the way out to the car, but Trudy hadn’t heard a word of it. When they arrived at Trudy’s mini-van, Trudy had flung open the side door and had reached for a travel bag that was located behind the driver’s seat.

Lori must have had previous experience with that travel bag because her face turned bone white and she’d exclaimed, “Mom! No! Not here! I’m sorry!”

But, regardless of whether her daughter was sorry or not, Trudy hadn’t been about to let that little scene in the store slide by without some sort of reprisal. Joanne had immediately seen the reason for Lori’s sudden attack of fright as soon as Trudy had withdrawn a large wooden hairbrush from the bag. And, like she had done with Joanne a couple of months prior, Trudy had grabbed Lori painfully by the earlobe and began ordering her daughter to lower her jeans.

Joyride, by Chantal Savage (August 5, 2016)

"Owww! okay, whatever you say."

April grabbed her by the chin and made Celeste look her in the eye. "That's not good enough. I want to hear you say you're going to start acting like the adult you keep saying you already are."
" I'll--act my age." She could barely get the words out through her sniffling.

" That means bringing yourself home at a decent hour, doesn't it?"

Ginger, by C. Flint (August 1, 2016)

Ginger stifled a yelp of pain as her bottom began to sting from the first stroke of the belt. She stretched out her arms and grabbed the other side of the hood as the belt fell again. It was not until the fifth time her rear end was seared by the strap that Ginger's resolve started to crumble. She squealed as the strap raised another welt on her backside. Her legs kicked out with the next lash. She could feel one of her pumps fly off and heard it bang against the wall.

Girlish Memory, by James Fox(August 1, 2016)

After fifteen minutes she was ordered to stop and bring her work to the Mistress who quietly and purposefully marked it with a red pen, highlighting the errors. When she had finished she closed the book and looked Sian in the eye. ‘You have scored only 15% girl - which is a very poor mark. For that, your punishment will be severe. Eight strokes of the cane on your bare bottom.’ Sian gulped and even though she was conscious that she was not in fact a schoolgirl, but a grown woman who had volunteered to be chastised, the moment was still awful. For half a second she almost allowed her panic to overtake her by rushing from the room. Quickly, though, she steadied herself, stepped up onto the Mistress’s platform and without prompting bent herself across the desk. It was deep enough for her to rest her whole body across it and wide enough for her comfortably to grip each side for support. Behind her, her skirt was lifted and folded back to expose her tight white cotton knickers. There was a moments pause as the Mistress gazed at the view and then, unhurriedly, inserted her thumbs into the waistband and gently edged the knickers down to Sian’s knees. Her bottom was flawless; it was milky white and smooth, a delightful contrast to the yellowy-brown hue of the battered old school-cane, which was now being tapped rhythmically against it. The Mistress smiled to herself; she could see from experience that it was also a bottom that would mark up well and display her handiwork to its optimum.



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