Spanking Archive Updates
Backfire, by Wendy (June 29, 2015)
"Well, ladies, how are we going to do this?" Sonja asked. Even they hadn't realized the number would be so high. The original idea of each X representing a spanking from each one of them simply would not work. But looking at the spank-happy crowd -- to coin a phrase, Sonja didn't know whether she could convince the others of this. When had she become the voice of reason? Rose was supposed to be stepping in about now, she was the silent leader of the group, or Diane, but right now even Diane was rubbing her palms together in anticipation.
Sonja wasn't a bit surprised at Kerry's reaction. If Kerry had her way Shelly would probably spend the entire weekend bent over receiving whack after whack. No one should be as excited as Kerry was over another person's punishment. Sonja made a mental note to talk to Rose about her. Rose was the oldest in the group, and usually the most level headed. Besides, she was Kerry's cousin, let her handle her.
Bad Influence, by SFG (June 29, 2015)
The agony was building with each swat of the brush. Marianne knew as surely as her sister that long spankings are utterly unbearable-as strokes are applied over an area which has already been well tanned the sting is that much worse; if mother concentrates her attention to specific relatively small areas on the behind and upper thighs (and Mrs. Downs is certainly doing that today) the terrible burning is intensified that many times over. With each renewed meeting of the hard backside of the hairbrush to Marianne's soft but increasingly red behind the young cousins stared with dread at their upcoming fate. They started to quietly break down and cry and then quietly plead with their mommies: "Please, mommy, I'm, I'm so sorry. I'll never do it again. Please don't spank me, not like that, please?" came repeatedly from the lips of Marianne's oldest cousin. The little girls-thirteen-stood there bare bottomed tears streaming down their faces, jumping visibly with each hard, loud smack of the brush on their older cousin's now crimson behind. One of them-young Janey only weeks past her birthday-grabbed onto her mother's skirt and begged for forgivenness. Please, please, please don't spank me mommy was uttered over and over again.
Barbied Bride, by C. Scott (June 22, 2015)
Wendy felt a shiver of fear course through her, tinged with sexual excitement. No one had ever spoken to her like this before. Her parents had coddled and spoiled her, while her teachers had melted at her sweet little good girl act. No one had ever told her that she had done something wrong or bad. It had always been, "Well, never mind, honey, we'll fix it. Wendy found that she rather liked being treated so sternly. For the first time in her pampered life she felt safe, secure and truly loved. Her husband was tired and cross, with good reason. After a hard day's work the last thing he needed to do was stand over his naughty wife, pounding and scolding some sense into her. But that was exactly what he was doing. He could have just walked out, leaving her to stew and fret, as so many husbands would have done. Or just belt her and be done with it. Instead, he has taken her out to eat, spent money on baby things for her, and was not standing there, a stern frown on his face, while she rushed to tidy the mess she had made. Every time she looked up at him she felt a wave of affection wash over her.
Bad Kitty, by Tasha (June 22, 2015)
The first stroke connects and I arch wildly on her lap, crying out at the pain. She doesn’t give me time to recover before delivering the next one, and the next.
I’m delirious with the pain. I never imagined a hairbrush could actually be so painful. I’d read and written countless such spankings, but never truly understood the sensation before. It’s terrible and wonderful at once, especially when at the mercy of such a skilled disciplinarian.
Art & Life, by C. Allen (June 19, 2015)
“Are these buns of steel? Or just flesh and blood?” said Rachel lightly. “For if they’re buns of steel, I don’t see how thirteen stokes will suffice, eh? Flesh and blood….yes, I guess I’ve observed that before, haven’t I? But, we can’t leave them any protection.” Rachel inserted the cane between Kristi’s legs and worked it back and forth in a sawing motion. The young woman shifted from one foot to the other. “Well, can we?” She stopped the teasing and tapped Kristi’s bottom sharply several times.
Ashley Shows Off, by ZZ (June 19, 2015)
The wooden deck railing was moderately high and since Ashley was only five foot three inches tall and barefoot she had to stand on her tiptoes with her legs straight. The top of the railing was right under her hips and her round, tanned buns stood right up. She was bent nearly double and the position she was in was not too comfortable. She had to straighten her arms as she grasped the rungs to brace herself so that she would not fall forward onto the ground beneath. The wooden top of the railing looked smooth but it felt rough under her naked tummy. Ashley was very scared and in the slanted light of the late afternoon sun goose bumps were plainly visible on her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. She could feel her legs quivering. She wished she had had time to use the bathroom when she got home. Her bladder really was not full but fear was making her feel like she had to pee.
1954, by Mark Stiles (June 15, 2015)
Jim stood in the doorway watching the proceedings. "Poor Sara," he thought. "She's really getting it." From his vantage point he could only see her behind and legs, with an occasional shot of her bobbing head. He smiled as the angrily reddened behind writhed and bounded under the ministrations of the hairbrush. Sara's dungarees had flown off some time ago from the frantic kicking leaving her clad in her bobby socks, tennies, shirt and panties. He admired the strength of the little cotton panties as they clung tenaciously to her thighs through all the kicking. He mused at how Sandy differed in her spankings. If the girl was wearing pants, she only pulled the underpants down to mid-thigh. If, however, the miscreant was wearing a dress, the forlorn little panties were always pulled down to her knee- hollows. Just another of Sandy's perfectionist foibles, he guessed. He focused on his daughter's bounding behind. Very red now, bordering on crimson, Jim felt that Sandy would have to stop soon if she didn't intend to blister Sara. He couldn't believe that Sara's offense merited a blistering, so her figured that Sandy would stop after about 200 spanks. Two hundred spanks was enough to keep any girl standing up for a couple days anyway. He watched as the hairbrush burned down again and again, mesmerized by the bounding and yawning of Sara's pretty behind. How embarrassed she would be if she knew he was watching her. How mortified she would be if she knew that every time she raised her fanny she showed him everything she had.
Alice is Late Again, by Pat Kammerer (June 15, 2015)
"Now let's get them down so I can see if the hairbrush is having any effect," Margaret Fletcher told her now sobbing daughter. Her hands were at work, quickly lowering the little panties to mid-thigh. The lovely skin thus revealed already glowed a bright pinkish red. The hairbrush was retrieved from the bed to achieve a darker, more painful hue. SMACK - It began its awesome task anew.
Alice squirmed and wiggled her shapely behind in a vain effort to escape the punishing hairbrush. Little gasps escaped along with soft sobs as the heat and pain increased with every stinging swat. The sharp crisp smack of hard wood on soft, tender flesh punctuated the girl's piteous cries.
Sisters in Spanking, by C.J. West (June 12, 2015)
Judy, still naked and still rubbing her nude fanny, was amazed at the way her big sister jumped at her mother's commands. Audrey was fiercely independent - sometimes too independent - but she was following orders now. When the 25 year old got back too her mother's side and handed her the paddle, she was immediately pulled across Ruth's lap. Once she saw her mother raise the paddle, preparing to apply it to her already burning buttocks, Audrey began to cry. Before it even landed. But, when it did land, she went crazy.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! "Owwww. Mommy. Owww. Owww. You're killing me. Owwwwwwwww."
Sherry's Midterm Blues, by Ted Harlinton (June 12, 2015)
The steady rain of blows onto her nude tushes felt like buckets of scalding hot water being splashed onto her seat with each splat of the paddle. The pain was unbelievable, but she remained bent over as long as she could, tears and cries of discomfort abound. With the fourteenth crack of the paddle, however, her bottom ablaze, she could stand it no more and shot straight up, grabbing her seething butt and furiously rubbing it, dancing about around the small office as if the floor were covered with glowing embers of coal. Giving her niece a full minute to regain her composure, she waited until she stopped hopping around and squalling to order her to return to her place over the chair. The girl's protests broken by gasping sobs, she told her aunt she was sure her behind had been put through enough.
Spanking & Ms. Seesaw, by Rachel Heath (June 8, 2015)
Juanita cupped the warmed asscheeks in her hands, relishing their spongy heft, She bent and kissed Kate's shoulder, a soft kiss with. just a moment of tongue. Then she pulled on Kate's cheeks, both at the same time, as Kate's legs kicked from the knees. Juanita dug her short nails into the spanked flesh, hauled the hams apart, and blew soothing cool breath on the open ass crack,
"Enough, already!" Kate cried exultantly, "Please, darling, please! Let's make love."
Sisters in Spanking, Part One, by C.J. West (June 8, 2015)
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! A final flurry had Judy screaming and finished off the job of reddening her backside. "Get up," Ruth said. Judy did not need to be told twice. She leaped to her feet and danced around the room. Hopping from one foot to the other, she rubbed her behind with both hands. The warmth of the flesh amazed her. Both cheeks felt like hot biscuits, fresh from the oven.
"Stop that bouncing around," her mother told her. "If you don't stop, you'll find yourself back across my lap for more of the hairbrush." With a great deal of self control, Judy stopped her frantic dance and stood still, both hands still at work rubbing the tender flesh of her buttocks.
Peaches, by Meredith (June 5, 2015)
And it hadn’t been her refusal to get up and leave with him that had precipitated this most humiliating of public chastisements. Although heaven knows that was aggravating enough. But rather, what had taken place when he had gripped her arm in an attempt to pull her to her feet. For that is when in a moment of rage she had kicked him, and quite viciously too, with the very pointed toe of her wicked looking high-heeled shoe.
“Why you nasty spoiled bitch,” he had fumed and completely lost his temper as he massaged his injured ankle with a trembling hand. “It’s time you were taught a lesson in manners that you’ll never forget.”
And with that dire warning duly delivered, he grabbed her in a grip like steel and dragged her unceremoniously across his lap.
Spank…spank…spank…spank…spank…spank…The loud hard swats rang out in the now hushed ballroom. Because, even the band had stopped playing to better listen to and watch every nuance of this impromptu action.
Sent Home to Mommie, by Barbie (June 5, 2015)
"Quiet, Rosa." I said as I reached for the bathbrush again. I smacked her bottom with it as I told her. "You are too noisy, my girl. Entirely too noisy. You have to learn some manners."
She yelled softly after that. I told her to pull the plug and as she did, I spanked with the bathbrush until the water was down the drain. Then I told her to stand up. I had a bathsheet ready. I draped it around her and dried her as she stood in the tub. I had her finish drying herself as she stepped out. "And now, my little girl is ready to get dressed." I said as I picked up the white cotton panties. I held them out to her and watched as she slipped them on. She pulled them very slowly over her sore bottom. I held out the slip and then the dress. I had her turn so I could tie her sash. Then I let her put on her anklets and shoes as I had her sit on a stool so I could brush her hair. She sat gingerly and eyed the wooden backed hairbrush that I used for the chore.
Sophie, by Helier (June 1, 2015)
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. (June 1, 2015)
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.
Not My Dream Woman, by A.J. Wilshire (May 29, 2015)
But she's supposed to be spanked, and what follows is a grim determination type of spanking. I hold her down and spank her hard while she yelps and bucks. I take her pantyhose and panties down, in all the confusion, and for the first time she is spanked bare-bottom. She's leaping up and down, and the spanks are as hard as I can possibly make them, nothing is held back. It's a long, endurance test of a spanking for my hand. I wish I had something to use, but I am afraid to break the moment to stop and get a hairbrush, so I continue until my hand is throbbing.
She's a mess, she's a wreck. She sort of spills out of my lap onto the floor and lies there in a sobbing heap. I let her dry it off for awhile, and when she's composed, she doesn't want any comfort and she doesn't want any cock. She wants to know why I did it.
English, History, But What About Math? by Victoria (May 29, 2015)
Dick squirmed and kicked his feet and tried to disagree and beg them not to do this. He could feel his bare bottom sticking up between her legs. She had him clamped between her thighs, and he knew that this was going to be bad. He jumped when the first lick went across both cheeks. It was a real stinger, and it hurt. Both cheeks at once was difficult to take too. The ruler stung his cheeks again and again and finally went down his thighs. He wiggled and squirmed and tired very hard to keep his mouth shut so he wouldn't loose the soap but it was making him sick. He tried to not think about the soap and then he remembered that he was supposed to be counting the strokes. He had no idea how many he had been given.
Neddy, by Iona (May 25, 2015)
“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.
Oh Dear! Abby!, Part One, by Z.Z (May 25, 2015)
“Talking time is over, Miss. I have talked to you until I am blue in the face. Now it is time for some action”, the determined woman said.
She dropped the hairbrush on the floor beside the bench and unsnapped Candace’s jeans and pulled the zipper down with her left hand while still firmly holding onto her daughter’s ear with the other hand. Sitting down on the bench she pulled the girl over her lap. She let go of her ear and putting her left hand in the small of the slim girl’s back she proceeded to pull her jeans down. The jeans rode so low on Candace’s hips that they did not have far to go before they were below her butt. Mrs. VanBuren continued pulling them down until they were at Candace’s knees.
“You can’t do this!” Candace cried.
Libby's Apology, by DyAnne (May 22, 2015)
“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 (May 22, 2015)
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.
The Table, Ashley (May 18, 2015)
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 (May 18, 2015)
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."
A Summer to Remember, by Mike Burke (May 15, 2015)
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 (May 15, 2015)
“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 Payment for Stealing Underwear, by Don Barton (May 11, 2015)
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 (May 11, 2015)
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 (May 8, 2015)
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 (May 8, 2015)
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 (May 4, 2015)
"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. (May 4, 2015)
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 (May 1, 2015)
"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 (May 1, 2015)
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 (April 27, 2015)
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 (April 27, 2015)
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 (April 24, 2015)
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 (April 24, 2015)
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 (April 20, 2015)
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 (April 20, 2015)
"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.
Amelia's Heine, Mother's Hairbrush, by M.S. (April 17, 2015)
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.
Alyssa, Helier (April 17, 2015)
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.
An Apple for the Teacher, by Eileen (April 13, 2015)
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 (April 13, 2015)
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 (April 10, 2015)
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, Ionna (April 10, 2015)
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. (April 6, 2015)
"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. (April 6, 2015)
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 (April 3, 2015)
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 and White Panties, Part Two, by Al Purvis (April 3, 2015)
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 (March 30, 2015)
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 and White Panties, by Al Purvis (March 30, 2015)
"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.
Heather Babysits, by ZZ (March 27, 2015)
Angel pushed the sobbing girl off her lap. She landed on the floor on her tender bottom causing a sharp yelp to escape from her lips. Angel jumped up and headed for Heather. The girl tried to run but she had been surprised by Angel suddenly dumping her sister on the floor and going for her and so she got caught before she could reach the door. Angel dragged her back to the bed. Heather fought and struggled but Angel was in good shape from playing sports and she was too strong for the girl. Before she knew what was happening she was over her lap facing the carpet. Angel yanked her pajama pants down to her knees. She tried to kick but Angel put her right leg over her legs and held her down securely.
Hawke & Dove, Part Two , by Mike Burke (March 27, 2015)
"You know very what I'm going to do," the larger woman said as she rested her hands on her hips. "I'm going to give you a bare-assed whipping...just what I'm going to do every time you try to defy me. I am going to teach you what happens to girls who don't do as I say. This is just what you are going to get each time you disobey me."
Pamela looked on in amazement at the sudden turn of events. She had expected, and hoped, to be spanked again, but she didn't expect this. Just like so many bad girls before her, the 20-year old just had to reach back and rub both hands over the impending target which was suddenly screaming for attention. Pamela didn't want a punishment spanking, but she knew she would accept one as part of her blossoming relationship with Barbara. Secondly, some part of her realized that, yes, she did deserve some form of punishment for her silliness. Class attendance was one thing that made college that much more difficult for the sophomore. Maybe a little reminder session would change all of that.
Hairbrush Diet, by Pat Kamerer (March 23, 2015)
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 & Dove, Part One, by Mark Burke (March 23, 2015)
"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.
Gym Teacher, by Taylor Moore (March 16, 2015)
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 & the Three Bares, Part One, by Bruce (March 16, 2015)
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 (March 13, 2015)
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
Morning Coffee, by Phillipe (March 13, 2015)
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.
The Sophisticate, by ZZ (March 9, 2015)
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 (March 9, 2015)
"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.
The Schedule, by SFG (March 6, 2015)
"IT HUUUUURRTS, GOD, PLEASE, IT HUUUURRRRRR--TTTTS. I CAN'T STAND IT.”
Karen repeated this refrain again and again. Her pleading, begging and promising are heard throughout the neighborhood. Many nearby parents and teenagers smirk to themselves at Karen's predicament. They KNOW that a spanking is taking place in the Greenway residence yet again, just like it has happened many, many times before. Karen and her older sister, Millie, before her had several occasions to treat the nearby community to the unmistakable and delightful sounds of teenage (and older!) young ladies taking their punishments in the old-fashioned way. The loud THWACKS of the wooden hairbrush (and sometimes paddle) could be clearly heard several houses away, of course quickly accompanied by even louder shrieks of pain and perhaps even louder promises of good, very good, perhaps angelic, behavior.
Sometimes, when the neighboring girls (and sometimes boys) were especially devious, they would use binoculars to peer into the Greenway house in the aftermath of all this delightful punishment noise and discover the wonderful sight of a freshly spanked young lady standing in the corner displaying her burning and crimson bare rear end.
School Rules, by Cathy Scott (March 6, 2015)
"Yes, Miss Holden, I'm...I'm ready for my s-spanking. P-please s-spank me hard enough to teach me to be a...a...g-good l-little girl."
"Very good, Linda. But you are awfully slow. You'll have to be taught to answer much more quickly than that!"
With that, Miss Holden brought her hand down in a resounding smack that echoes through the office. Linda's yelp testified to its atrocious sting, even through the thin cotton panties. Another hard smack landed on the other cheek, flattening it and causing Linda to shriek and kick her legs up. Miss Holden ignored her cries and yelps, continuing to spank those thinly covered cheeks until they started to turn a nice healthy shade of pink. Linda had never felt anything so stingingly awful as that hand coming down on her wiggling rear end. For the first few smacks she tried hard to keep her legs together, but by spank number ten her attention turned to more pressing matters...like trying to avoid the continued hard splatting of hard hand on delicate and smarting posteriors. She wiggled and squirmed and squawked as the spanking got progressively harder and faster. Her hands flew back to protect her poor, punished globes, but a smart slap on her palms convinced her that it wasn't such a good idea. She tried to squirm off Miss Holden's lap, but an iron grip held her in place.
Spanking Redhead, by A.L. Purvis (March 2, 2015)
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.
Rebecca, by Helier (March 2, 2015)
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.
Rachel's Sins, by W. Arthur (February 23, 2015)
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.
A Physics of the Cane, by C. Allen (February 20, 2015)
"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 ZZ (February 20, 2015)
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 (February 16, 2015)
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 (February 16, 2015)
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 (February 13, 2015)
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 (February 13, 2015)
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 (February 9, 2015)
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 (February 9, 2015)
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.
Hell Night Becomes Heavenly Night, by Kenneth Harding (February 6, 2015)
"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 (February 6, 2015)
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.
A Second Chance, by Jason (February 2, 2015)
"Would you sp-" Jane couldn't bring herself to say it."
"Most assuredly you will be spanked. Tomorrow morning, after breakfast, Sandra will take you to my room. You'll wait in the corner for me. I'll put you face down over my knee, pull down your panties, and soundly spank your bare bottom with a wood hairbrush until it's dark red. It will sting like a thousand needles driven into your skin at once and burn like a bonfire. You will cry your eyes out, kick your legs, squirm, beg for me to stop, and promise to behave like a proper girl for the rest of your life. When I'm finally finished, you'll be taken downstairs to the living room. You'll stand in a corner with your skirtpinned up and panties around your ankles until we release you. We'll be watching to make sure you don't rub your bottom. If I have any visitors, they'll see first hand how I punish and correct naughty young girls.
Like Secretary, Like Boss, by Mysterious R. (February 2, 2015)
With that she swung the paddle firmly, swatting the girl with solid strokes, knowing the paddle stung worse at the beginning and knowing the girl would soon be unable to bear it. She had started at the top of her bottom and swatted across both cheeks. Working her way down the girl's backside with little overlap, she smacked with full hard strokes continuing to her mid-thighs. With satisfaction Amelia noticed the girl's immediate panic at the intensity of the pain, and the strain it took for her to maintain the position.
The older woman then concentrated her efforts and landed five stinging spanks on her secretary's right buttock, then five of the same on her left. She knew this to be particularly painful. Because the girl was squirming badly, Amelia encircled the girl's waist, and held her firmly in position to receive the rest of the chastisement. When Marcie could no longer squirm to avoid the punishment Ms. Henderson applied the hardest paddling to the full part of her buttocks, delivering the devastating spanks in fast succession.
Spanking Shopping Trip, by Randy Slapp (January 30, 2015)
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 (January 30, 2015)
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 (January 26, 2015)
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 (January 26, 2015)
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 (January 23, 2015)
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 (January 23, 2015)
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 (January 19, 2015)
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 (January 19, 2015)
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 (January 16, 2015)
"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 (January 16, 2015)
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 (January 12, 2015)
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 (January 12, 2015)
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 (January 9, 2015)
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 (January 9, 2015)
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 (January 5, 2015)
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. (January 5, 2015)
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 (January 2, 2015)
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.
She nodded back to the Warden, wound up like a baseball pitcher, swung her wide leather strap around a 360 degree arch, and laid in across my naked derriere. Holy Shit! It exploded like a gunshot and hurt worse. It had been at least a dozen years since anything had swatted my seat, and then just a smack or two from a parental palm. I had squirmed around on the barrel focused on how naked I looked. I should have worried about how vulnerable I was and dreaded the incredible agony of the heavy leather strap on my tender tush.
Princess, by Eileen (January 2, 2015)
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.