Spanking Archive Updates
Serving Mistress Abracadabra by Rachel Heath (July 29, 2014)
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! The soft, slender male ass cheeks bounced and jiggled furiously as they pinkened. Mistress Abra loved this sight; it made her cunt clench with tension as it warmed and got wet.
Slumber Party Slapping by Randy Slapp (July 29, 2014)
"WA wa no Waaaa" SMACK CRACK the long spanking kept up, the slapper just a blur in mother's hand. Jackie's behind was a cherry red and she wiggled under the slapper but couldn't stop the burning brush from bouncing off her scorched skin. Eventually the last slap cracked against the girl's fanny and mother released her victim. Even right in front of her friends, Jackie couldn't help but leap to her feet, hands clutching her blistered bare bottom as she pranced around the room yelling how much "it stings.. .owww . . . it stings . . . god . ."
I probably knew better than Cathy and Kim how much their friend's pain filled her, and the humiliation of the scene was obvious in Jackie's tear -swollen eyes, but both witnesses looked almost as distressed as I felt, although it crossed my mind that Cathy and Kim might have had their own bottoms bared and smacked before.
Kerry's Last Spanking by A.B. (July 25, 2014)
Once she thought about the spanking position, though, Kerry couldn't help also thinking about what would happen after she assumed it. She'd lie there with all her weight pressing onto her stomach, the blood rushing downhill into her face and turning it red. But it wasn't just gravity that caused that, it was the shameless elevation of her bottom, covered only by a thin, snug-fitting pair of nylon panties. If she wore a skirt, it would have been flipped up; if she wore jeans or, as tonight, shorts, she would have taken them off before bending over. Turning up her bottom like this always made it feel ten times bigger than it was.
Susan's Seventeenth Summer by Agi (July 25, 2014)
Immediately after Katherine had been placed in the correct position, Betty took hold of her panties and pulled them down to mid-thigh. This was a grand bottom that was revealed, two big, white apple cheeks looking firm yet resilient, tightly spaced with a deep groove. And even though she kept her thighs closely together, we could see wisps of black hair peeping out beneath her bottom cheeks.
Amanda by Helier (July 22, 2014)
Roughly she pulled her daughter's underwear down to near her knees and, ignoring her squeals she set about giving her a very thorough spanking with the strap. Very soon the girl was weeping loudly, squirming with pain, and Amanda was looking around anxiously at her. She didn't have long to wait because Emily was determined that neither of these conspirators should get off lightly. She left her daughter to cry and started on Amanda's already burning thighs. Amanda was even less able to take it than her writhing friend. Quickly she was jigging up and down in a most undignified manner and wailing like a six year-old. All in all I was surprised how sharply Emily set about disciplining these two girls but I suppose she felt they deserved everything they got. One way or the other it was very pleasing to look at. I was getting a huge erection and Suzanne, standing next to me, was shifting her thighs together and her breathing was decidedly excited.
Mrs. Bates & the Roommates, Part Two, by Jason (July 22, 2014)
SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! Shannon tried to stay stoic, but little moans were beginning to escape her throat. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! Kim was crying quietly after three, but stayed mostly still. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! Lisa took Mrs Bates' advice and tried to stay as quiet as possible under the circumstances, but squirmed and kept kicking her legs with each application of the strap. She was sobbing loudly however and trying to wipe away tears. She almost put her hand over her bottom, but stopped herself
Mrs. Bates & the Roommates, Part One, by Jason (July 18, 2014)
Once all three naked roommates were in their corners, standing in the manner Mrs Bates had decreed, she sat down in a sturdy straight back chair, the same chair she had sat in to spank Shannon and her sister Katherine as they grew up. She was holding the same oval shaped, wood hairbrush she had used since they were both nine. "I will call you over to my side in the same order you were put in the corners for your first spanking, a sound application of the hairbrush over my knees on your bare bottoms. I'll be watching the other two, and if I see one or both turn around to watch, it will mean additional spanking with my wood paddle for all three before your baths and enemas. I hope I've made myself understood." She paused for a few seconds, then, satisfied that her words had been listened to and her charges would obey them, she called out, "Lisa, come to my right side."
Lazy Hostess Beware, by Nancy (July 18, 2014)
Dorothy quivered as Nancy ran her hand up her buttocks and on up to push the blouse up Dorothy's back. Nancy smiled as she looked down at the very feminine cheeks. Dorothy was really a beautiful woman, no matter how you looked at her. Her bottom was well proportioned and creamy white. Even bent in such a way as Nancy had her, her butt didn't look awkward.
Megan's Mother, Part Two, by C. Flint (July 15, 2014)
I took her hands and pulled gently. I expected Kathy to struggle as Megan had done when I saw Kathy spank her but Kathy followed my lead without resistance and toppled slowly over my lap. Her lithe body bumped gently as it came in contact with my thighs. She stretched out with her toes and hands on the floor as though being sprawled over my lap like a naughty child was nothing out of the ordinary. The bare white expanse of her buttocks stared up at me. I had seen Kathy's bare behind before but never from this perspective. Kathy had a trim and muscular backside that filled the seat of her tight jeans. As her hips pressed against my legs it seemed to expand and fill my lap. It looked much larger than it actually was and far closer to my face than I had expected. Kathy's buttocks firmed into two hard mounds as she tensed the muscles of her back and legs. Then, with a sigh, she relaxed. As she did, her buttocks seemed to soften, There were slight ripples as Kathy began to shake.
Second Time Around, by Ed Finn (July 15, 2014)
The next five minutes were the longest of Becky’s life. Her mother lectured her, dredging up every little mistake she had made in the last five years -- or so it seemed. And she demanded explanations for her those transgressions. The best Becky could come up with were a few, “I don’t know’s,” and “But, I’s...” and, the one that worked best, “Yes, Mother.”
Sometimes Crime Does Pay, Kessily (July 11, 2014)
As soon as she was alone Alex had began to shake. She couldn’t go to jail, she just couldn’t. The idea of being spanked didn’t sound so bad. Kids got spanked all the time and they managed to survive it. Alex tried to convince herself that the spanking would hurt just a little and then it would be over and she wouldn’t be in trouble anymore.
Megan's Mother, by C. Flint (July 11, 2014)
I saw the hairbrush crash into Megan's backside before I heard moan the splat of the hairbrush or Megan's moan. Megan's mother did not raise the hairbrush high less than a foot off the surface of Megan's bottom, but it sped so quickly to Megan's backside that is was just a blur in the air. I saw it flatten one side of Megan's bottom and ripples of flesh as it thudded deep into her flesh. Just as her legs kicked out, the loud report of the first swat reached me. It sounded like a gunshot breaking the pastoral silence of the neighborhood. Megan's cry of pain was the next thing I heard but, by the time it faded the hairbrush had risen to her mother's shoulders and fell again on the other side of Megan's backside. Now there was an angry pink mark on both sides of her rear end. I realized that I was holding my breath as I watched.
Phoebe by Helier (July 7, 2014)
Hesitantly Phoebe hitched her panties down over her bottom and, with her face fire-red, she bent over the stool and got as comfortable as she could in the circumstances. Luckily it was padded and there was a cross-bar near the floor for her to hold on to but she was painfully aware of what she must look like. She thought of the teen kids she had spent the afternoon with at the milk-bar in the village. They had been really impressed - they thought she was the coolest thing since ice-cubes. Boy, would they laugh if they could see her now - about to get it on her bare bottom. She thought of Shana, the tall kid in the mini with the big eyes. The way that girl looked at her - if Phoebe had told her it was cool to play with herself in public she would have done it right there in front of everyone. It turned Phoebe on to have so much power. She was going to pay for it now.
A Warm Welcome by Rosy B. Goode (July 7, 2014)
Abigail knew her niece must be mighty uncomfortable bumping along in the heat. She had meant to offer her the straw hat or sunbonnet, but Suzanna's conducthad left no doubt in her mind as to how that offer would be received. Best wait until they were home, where she could tend to certain things properly. Her palm itched and she gave a soft sigh. Lemual, sensitive as always to her moods, looked down at her with a smile and a twinkle in his eye and took one hand off the reins long enough to pat her hand briefly. She looked up at him gratefully and gave his hand a little squeeze. All these years together and he could still make her heart turn plumb over sometimes. His confidence was a balm to the heart She decided to do her best to forget their cranky new baggage and enjoy the ride home through the clear warm air.
Katya by Helier (July 4, 2014)
"Oh ... oh ... " Romy tried to touch her toes again but knowing what was coming she couldn't help jerking and twisting her legs away. Julia was mesmerised by Romy's reactions. She was terrified but she could also see something beautiful and erotic in it. Her hands, still covering her pubic hair, began pressing and rubbing on the mound of her sex. Katya gave Romy's shaking legs three more even sharper deliveries, this time starting and finishing with a backhand stroke. Romy cried wildly, crouching down and clutching her burning thighs. Katya, sharply criticising her for her weakness, made her straighten up and take four more before she stopped. Julia began to cry in her confusion, knowing she would be next but at the same time feeling the intense sexual pleasure of her fingers on her swollen clit.
Mother-Daughter Driving Lessons by David Stone (July 4, 2014)
He left his daughter in the den and went upstairs to their bedroom. The sight that greeted him was a particularly compelling one: Harriet was nude from the waist, bent low over the bed, backside raised for punishment. Her bare cheeks were already red, with small semi-circular welts indicated where the holes in The Stinger had bit her tender flesh.
He shut the door behind him. "So," he said, "are you ready to wrap this up?"
Naughty Newlywed by Juliette (July 1, 2014)
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The heavy wooden hairbrush fell again and again, turning Taylor’s bare bottom a dark shade of red. Taylor squirmed even harder against the arm of the couch, and amazingly, felt herself getting wet. She was mortified that Aunt Mildred might notice, but if she did, she didn’t let on about it. Just kept applying the hairbrush in a steady rhythm.
Noisy Neighbors by Felicity (July 1, 2014)
A few minutes later, John then turned the tearful girl around to face him one again, took her by the hand and pulled down across his knee, pushed up her skirt and pulled down her knickers. And though knew what was coming and was desperate to run away, without a word the girl put her hands behind her head, bit her lip and waited for it to begin.
Mischief at the Mansion by Jason (June 27, 2014)
"Remove your shoes and stand up, young ladies," said Mrs Bates. She walked to the couch and turned Deena around. When Mrs Bates pulled down the zipper, Deena opened her mouth in shock and to register a protest. Instead she jumped and yelped when Mrs Bates smacked the back of her skirt with her hand. "If you can swim naked in the pool, Miss Deena, you can be spanked in your bra and panties here in the study." Deena's shoulders slumped in resignation and she allowed her dress and half slip to be removed, leaving her in pink silk Victoria's Secret bra and panties. Mrs Bates pinched the earlobe and led the young lady to a corner. "Nose in the corner, elbows touching the walls, hands clasped behind you just like in your apartment. Do not move and I will take you out of the corner to your spankings." The orders were emphasized with another crisp spank on the panty seat. Mrs Bates went back to the couch to undress the others.
Two by Randy by Randy Slapp (June 27, 2014)
But there was something about slapping my hand on all those rumps, on all those silky shorts and sometimes on the bare thighs, the girls squealed and skated faster after each SMACK! Until soon I started delivering spanks to the last three skaters (out of nine) and the rink would echo with every loud CLAP and yelp! 'Course, if the last three could whiz by in a bunch, I'd be forced to pick one or two deserving fannies to smack, letting one skater get by.
Even Teenage Super Heroes Get Disciplined, Part One by Dr. Dlaniger(June 24, 2014)
The heiress was naked and tied spread-eagle on her bed. Her vagina and anus wereplugged with large penis shaped dildo vibrators-switched on, lubricated, and buzzing. There were also electrodes attached to her nipples-generating incrediblesexual pleasure through her body. She had orgasm eight times since being hooked up to the sexual stimulation devices. As Scionic-girl looked at her, she climaxed a ninth time-cryingut in loud ecstasy as her body stiffened and shook.
Wash Day, Part One by Nigel McParr (June 24, 2014)
Adah’s hairbrush continued to rise and fall in a deadly smooth cadence. Her arm worked as smoothly as a mechanical toy, spanking one cheek and thigh, then the other. Ella’s seat was florid; mottled with deep scarlet and pearl-white patches. Adah spanked every inch of Ella’s seat. She would not stop until she’d completely covered Ella’s bottom with a thick coat of blistering smacks. It took her another minute of steady spanking before she was satisfied that Ella had had enough. Her daughter was blubbering like a five year old when Adah finally eased her off her lap.
Get Off the Bus by W. Arthur (June 20, 2014)
However, her movements, tears, and appeals for mercy were completely ignored. Mary had her own sense of justice, and that justice had to be satisfied. After a few minutes of the steady rain of cruel hairbrush kisses, Mary began to slow down. She was breathing heavily and sweating profusely. Finally, after about 60 of her best, she stopped and released her grip on Allison’s wrist. By now, Allison had ceased all activity and was limp.
A Night at the Spank Factory by Jason (June 20, 2014)
'My bottom's stinging like I never thought possible, Mistress, but I canwalk all right." Not taking any chances, Devon led Alice through a door into the adjoining softly lighted recovery room. She helped her lie face down on the satin sheets of a daybed, then placed cold packs on the bright red swollen bottom cheeks. Sitting down beside her client, Devon let her take some cool water through a straw, then kissed the back of her neck. "You were wonderful, so brave to fulfill your fantasy. You rest for a little while and I'll be back with some soothing skin cream. Your bottom is rather parched right now, and will need the moisture if you're to drive home tonight."
Claudia & Euphemia by Helier (June 17, 2014)
She lay over Aunt Heidi's knee - skirt pulled up, panties down - and closed her eyes tight as the spanking started. Her aunt smacked her bottom very hard and with startling energy. She was stronger than she looked and very practiced at punishing young women. As the eldest sister, she had often spanked Claudine's mother too - in that case it had done little good but she had felt it was her duty to try as hard as she could. Claudine's mother had never contested Heidi's right to spank her but it was as though the more she was spanked the more determined she was to do whatever she wanted to do. By the time she realized that what she wanted was threatening to destroy her, it was too late. Perhaps it was that knowledge that led Claudine to submit so completely to Heidi's authority. She loved her mother dearly but she definitely didn't want to follow the path she had taken in life, even if she had now finally fought her way back.
Patty Gets a Spanking by Ralph Greco (June 17, 2014)
“Careful what you wish for…look, Patty I don’t want to hurt you, you know that. But this is really getting me wet. O.K., there I admit it. And I can feel you on me, I know even the thought of the ruler has got to be getting to you.”
Claudia by Helier (June 13, 2013)
Suddenly a little short of breath, Claudia stepped back and watched fascinated as the cane whistled down, leaving four long red weals all across Camille's tender buttocks. As she stood listening to the girl's agonized cries, Claudia realized that, right from the start, she had made a dreadful mistake. Knowing now what they had to face in Mr Brent's office, she could see why they resented her so much for not punishing them herself. The thought of punishing the girls she taught frankly terrified her but somehow she now knew she would have to learn. They all loved Hetty Leonard and perhaps Hetty could afford their love; for herself, Claudia realized that, to teach them, she needed their respect.
Life in a Small Town by Mike Burke (June 13, 2013)
WHAP-WHAP-WHAP. Three times the meaty hand fell on the already stinging right cheek. WHAP-WHAP-WHAP. Now the left orb felt an identical assault. WHAP-WHAP-WHAP. Quickly, Tracy's feet were in constant motion and her lungs came to life, filling the room with "OHH-OHHs” and "Ouch-OUCH!” WHAP-WHAP-WHAP. Even when Tracy guessed correctly where her father's hand would fall next, it didn't help. WHAP-WHAP-WHAP. He was just too strong and too powerful for her delicate rear end. WHAP-WHAP-WHAP. No matter how many times she had felt her father's fury before, the oldest daughter had never been able to develop a tougher hide. WHAP;WHAP;WHAP. The heavy hand was winning all the battles as Tracy's bottom cheeks were compressed after each meeting. WHAP-WHAP-WHAP.
Krystal & Stephanie by Helier (June 10, 2014)
"At first she tried to spank me with her hand; but you know what I'm used to. Mom spanked me as if I was made of old carpet. It just didn't hurt when Stephanie did it - and strangely, the same was true when I did it to her. So we bought the strap. We really wanted to be able to punish each other properly."
A Mother Learns to Spank by Jon (June 10, 2014)
Marie really took Linda's advice to heart. "Start with several minutes of firm hand spanking," her friend had suggested. "This will warm up her little bottom and provide the perfect base for the hairbrush." Linda was right. Each stinging spank put a little more pink onto her squirming daughter's formerly alabaster bottom. Marie sent several well placed spanks into the tender part of Lindsey's bottom, where her trim thighs met her firm behind. "This æsit-spot' is a very sensitive area," Linda had advised. "Make sure you spend a good amount of time on this region. That way the little minx will feel it every time she sits down." Marie smiled as she delivered four more firm spanks to her daughter's sit-spot. By Lindsey's reaction it would seem Linda was right.
Duchess & Sharla by Rachel Heath (June 6, 2014)
Sharla sank to her hands and knees. "And pull your skirt up while you'er at it so everyone can see your pretty bottom." Sharla pulled her skirt up over her waist and began crawling. 'Just a minute," Duchess said. Sharla stopped. The Duchess continued, "Lower your head, face to the floor, and raise your ass up high in the air, as high as you can get it, That's it, baby Now, swing those hips, swing 'e m nice and wide, Yeah, good job, girl."
Surprising Changes in the Stance Household, Part Two by SFG (June 6, 2014)
Immediately after she was off the line with her friend Sally Lawton, Mrs. Stance made another call, this one to the Whitter household. Her very good friend, Sarah Whitter answered the phone and Mrs. Stance and she talked for a few minutes before Hannah’s mother signaled the main reason for her call: she wished to talk to Bob. But before Mr. Whitter was called to the phone, Alice Stance explained to her good friend why she needed to talk to her husband. Briefly, but in sufficient detail, she told Sarah Whitter about the phone call she had received the month before and as a result of that one call, she decided to use spanking, and only spanking, as the mode of discipline in her household from now. Additionally, she of course told her friend of the hairbrush spanking Hannah had in fact received today. She continued to explain that she had, with the consultation of her new friend Sally Lawton in Colson Maine, decided that she needed something else to bolster the disciplinary regime in her home—she needed Bob to make her a ‘punishment’ table or bench over which Hannah, as well as Paula, and even Russ would be secured if they required a proper punishment.
Linda Lu & Mary Ellen by BC & Wife (May 30, 2014)
Linda Lu’s face was wet with tears, too, even though her spanking hadn’t even begun. As soon as she got to Mr. Appleby’s side he flipped her over his knee and flipped up her dress. Her panties went down so fast it was like she hadn’t been wearing any in the first place. For a very short moment she wondered how he could bare her ass so fast. Then she felt the terrible burning pain of the awful ruler whacking her bare behind.
Surprising Changes in the Stance Household, Part One by SFG (May 30, 2014)
“I do not care,” Mrs. Stance stated emphasizing each word individually, “I will give you a choice, but the offer is on the table only once. Either you accept your punishment, the punishment I have decided is appropriate and that is a bare bottomed spanking, or you can move out NOW. And I mean right NOW! Its your decision.” A long pause ensued as Hannah was left stewing in her guilt, her resentment, and the realization of all the things she had done in the past five years to completely screw up her life, including most particularly, her complete failure, at considerable financial costs to her parents, at college. She suddenly felt small, guilty, and vulnerable. She knew she really had no choice. She had to dramatically clean up her behavior and comportment, and her mother was indeed offering her a way to change her life, and change it significantly. To her mother’s amazement, Hannah uttered the fateful words.
Ask & Ye Shall Receive by Ed Finn (May 23, 2014)
She hesitated only a split second before drawing the panties clear down to Melanie's knees, having quickly decided to spare Charles this new bit of information further indicating wantonness on the part of his obviously hormone crazed daughter. She would have to have a heart to heart with Mel later, because Charles would never understand; Mel being his daughter, he would be blinded to reason. Fathers are notoriously close minded when it comes to accepting the sexual blossoming of their daughters, Nonetheless, the genie of sex, once loosed, can never be returned to the bottle. But that was tomorrow's problem; right now it was time to teach one naughty teenager, whose unveiled posterior, Liz was just noticing, was the most perfectly spankable bottom imaginable, a lesson she would not soon forget....
Night Worker by ZZ (May 23, 2014)
After telling Christina to stay exactly as she was until she got back Mrs. Roxbury walked across the street to the Ethier's house. Armand Ethier answered the doorbell and invited her in. She explained the purpose of her visit to Armand and his wife Marie and they replied that they had just the thing for the job. Armand left the room and returned with a black strap. When he handed it to Mrs. Roxbury she was surprised to find that it was made of rubber.
Cerise & the Finch Sisters by Helier (May 16, 2014)
Dani got it last. Because she was a dorm monitor of whom better things were to be expected, May pulled down Dani’s panties and made her bend over a desk. From the resources closet, May took a long cane that she kept for serious cases. Cerise saw Dani looking back over her shoulder and groaning a little when she saw what she had coming. Cerise was glad it wasn’t her – she was scared of the cane. Once she had had a tantrum on the film set when things weren’t going well. She had been out late the night before which she normally never did if she was working and, in her tired state, she had a disagreement with the director and ended up screaming at her. Claire, Cerise’s trusted companion, patched things up and they finished the day’s filming. Cerise apologized afterwards to the director and the crew for her behavior but Claire told her that wasn’t enough.
Different Strokes by Bridget Striker (May 16, 2014)
Having developed an immediate and quite sensible dread of ever being stuck with that cane again, I desisted from trying to dissuade my aunt from her plan of action regarding myself, and encouraged Sammie to please be very cautious in discussing it with her mother lest she herself be caned. Samantha had apparently lost some of her dread of that particular punishment or else been away from home long enough to think herself one of the adults, I know not which of the two was the cause of her folly.
The Four O'Clock Appontment by Felicity (May 9, 2014)
At this point, seeing Mrs Green reaching into the drawer of her desk and pulling out her trusty leather paddle most clients had screamed the safe word at the top of their lungs as they ran screaming back down the corridor, through reception and out of the door. But despite trembling with unadulterated terror and sobbing uncontrollably before the teacher had even laid a finger on them, the four of the girls somehow managed to hold their ground.
Biology by James (May 9, 2014)
Seven feet three and three inches to Rachel’s right, Sophie Evans-Rees gritted her teeth. She still felt light-headed with shock, but now also blazingly angry that this woman thought she could do this to her, no, that this woman could do this to her. It was in the rules, and she knew how much sympathy her parents would give her in this situation. None. She had therefore to accept it. Like Ally said, when he went into a hard tackle, “you are not going to die”. Slowly, she took the hem of her skirt, and began to lift it, half smiling withembarrassment and disbelief. The latter sensation disappeared rapidly as she located her panties and then thumbed them down to her stocking tops, feeling her skirt brush against the sensitive skin of her buttocks. The navy blue fabric just tickled the summit of each one. It was distinctly draughty. She was abruptly reminded of when Matron had given her an injection in her bottom last year, and how strange it had felt to be draped over the examination couch in what had seemed at the time a quite unnecessarily elaborate ritual for delivering a jab, with her skirt up and her pants taken right down. But as it was a tetanus shot after she had fallen over when drunk, and Matron was kind enough not to report her indiscretion to the Head, she hadn’t objected. And it had somehow felt appropriate, given how silly she’d been. Was this the same feeling? Did she deserve this? Her head spun. Slowly she lowered herself towards the chair seat, grateful to have something to lean on.
A Spanking from Mother by Alan O. (May 2, 2015)
Meanwhile Mary looked through the closet and found a leather belt that had been her husband's. Folding it over into the instrument of punishment so familiar to children everywhere, she returned to the bed. She stood to the left of the girl and was pleased that her daughter had done as she was ordered. She took in the girl's full, round, chubby bottom with its smooth, pale skin and thought to herself that the bottom was going to take a darn good strapping. Then when Lena glanced over her left shoulder at her, the woman could plainly see the fearful, pleading look in the teenager's pretty, wide eyes. Seeing that face, now so sweet and childlike, Mary could feel her anger start to melt and she found herself feeling sorry for the girl. But she resolved to give Lena the licking she deserved. Lena turned her face away and waited.
Jane by Helier (May 2, 2015)
Soraya began to spank Jane over the tight wetness of her bikini bottoms. She was not forceful at first but Jane's skin was still quite cool and she felt a distinct sting from each slap. Tina had drawn back and was watching her face intently as the first smacks landed. Jane smiled as the smarting became a little worse. It made her want to giggle and she felt jumpy and sort of foolish having her bottom smacked. She tried to lie still and take it in a grown_up way but it wasn't easy. Soraya's hand was quite firm and she was obviously stronger than she looked. Several smacks landed on her bare thighs and they stung much more than the others, making Jane gasp. She really wanted to control herself but soon she was wriggling and giving little involuntary cries as the smacks Soraya was giving her got even hotter. Tina was kissing her, exploring her mouth with her tongue and drinking in her distress. Jane also realised that Tina's hands were softly pressing on her breasts and slipping down inside her bikini top to cradle them. The feelings of pleasure were almost as strong as the feelings of pain and discomfort and Jane began to want Soraya to smack her harder. At that moment, the spanking stopped.
Judy's Dilemma by ZZ (April 25, 2014)
Up till this point Judy had been thinking about Ted so much that she had not given much thought to her upcoming correction. That changed when she saw the ruler in her mother's strong hand. The sight of that wicked implement made her swallow hard and her knees grew weak. Seventeen inches long, two inches wide and three eighth inches thick the ruler was made of oak. The sting from it was vicious. Her mother sat down in the chair facing Judy and motioned for her to get over her lap. Even though her clothing was always lowered for her punishments as she walked to her mother her nakedness made her feel even more vulnerable. Fear was sending chills down her back.
The Boarding House by Sam (April 25, 2014)
When Katy finished and turned towards me my hands were stroking the fronts of my thighs which were shaking. The points of my breasts were hard and I felt like she could see them, even though I was wearing a bra and a heavy sweater. She smiled at me and I felt very ashamed. I didn't know why I was reacting the way that I did but something told me I was doing something bad. Katy ignored the two girls sobbing over the couch and stood right in front of me. She reached out to stroke my hair and I was so nervous that I jerked my head away. Her eyes narrowed and she looked angry. She told me to take her bags up to her mother's room and wait for her there.
Frank and Emma and Sally by MS (April 19, 2014)
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! The hairbrush visited two spots on Franny's right behind cheek. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! Two spots on the summit of her left cheek felt the burn of the punishing brush. Franny again tossed her head, her long hair flying, and loudly moaned, trying very hard not to cry out and embarrass herself in front of the onlooking Sally. SMACK, CRACK, SMACK, SMACK! Two more spots received the burning kisses of Auntie Emma's hairbrush. CRACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! Again the hairbrush rained fire upon the now writhing and bounding behind. Franny's legs kicked straight out, bent fully at the knees and kicked out a second time. Her head shook from side to side as if violently saying "NO" as the fiery sting from the hairbrush had its' telling effect on the poor, punished girl. Emma again raised the hairbrush on high and brought it down in eight fast and furious loud smacks on the bounding bare behind before her. Poor naughty Franny kicked her legs and her crimsoning bounding behind arched and widened in a frenzied movement to avoid the fiery kisses of the punishing hairbrush. She had been crying and blubbering for some time now, completely forgetting her promise to herself to be brave in front of Sally. Emma knew about bravery during spanking as she herself had had the same lofty goals when she had been spanked by her mother years before. She also knew that no young lady could resolve to be stoic during one of her spankings and Emma thought with pride that, once again, she had broken Franny's resolve. And broken it she had. As Emma continued applying the hairbrush to the tossing bare behind, Franny began to "sing" to the cadence of the punishing spanks. "Ow, ow, ohhh, pleeease, ow, please stop!" sang the crying young girl, "pleeeease, Auntie Emma, it hurts, it hurts!" Paying no attention to the sobbing and blubbering, Emma continued to discipline her young charge. SMACK CRACK, SMACK, SMACK!! "Oww, oohhh nooo, oowww, ooowwwww!", sang the punished Franny. Her legs kicked frantically, the movements restricted by the downpulled underpants at her knees. Her head tossed up and down and side to side, now and then stopping while twisted backwards to rivet her tear-filled eyes on her own burning behind as it tossed and writhed. Smack, smack, smack, smack to the right side; crack, smack, crack, crack to the left, the hairbrush continued its' unbroken movements, painting the poor punished behind to a crimson glow. Franny was beside herself with pain, her bounding, leaping behind seeming to have a mind of its' own as the hairbrush continued to sear its' painful message upon the punished crimson nates. Her blubbering was becoming more and more unintelligible as the spanking continued and a virtual river of tears was flowing down her cheeks. And still Emma continued her bare-bottomed discipline, believing all the time that the best spanking for a young girl like Franny was the kind that evoked the loud cries and wrenching sobs that Franny was emitting right now.
Machinist, Mentor & Mother by Bruce (April 19, 2014)
Unable to stop crying, Barbara’s shoulders shook with her fitful sobs, her lower lip sucking in and out of her mouth just as if she were 3 rather than 23. Tired and thoroughly annoyed with her daughter’s reluctance to accept her well deserved punishment, Marrion again slipped her fingers into the waistband of Barbara’s girdle and giving it a firm tug, she slowly pulled it down inside out over the girl’s wide hips and buttocks. Bulging out over the retreating edge of her girdle, Barbara’s panty clad bottom quivered ever so slightly despite the fact that she was clenching her cheeks together as tightly as possible. Dragging the inverted girdle down her daughter’s thighs, Marrion pushed it below her knees and watched it slide down her calves and puddle around her ankles, the silk stockings still attached to her garters slipping down her legs and bagging out around her full calves. Returning her hands to Barbara’s hips, she slipped her thumbs inside the waistband, expanded it on both sides and then quickly whisked the panties down over Barbara’s full bottom, turning them inside out and pushing them down until they were dangling in a forlorn puddle just below the sobbing, crimson cheeked girl’s knees.
Fran & Emma by MS (April 11, 2014)
Fran clenched her bottom cheeks together and kicked her left leg up slightly as she felt her last protection being unceremoniously removed. "Oh, please, Aunt Emma, pull them back up," she moaned. "Please, you can spank me on my panties, can't you? Please, please pull my panties back up, I'm so embarrassed." Emma rubbed Frannie's right behind cheek consolingly. "I'm sorry dearie, I really am, but you brought this on by your own brattiness; now you must pay the price, or rather, this plump bare behind will pay the price." As Emma carressed the pink mounds, Frannie relaxed somewhat and the upthrust cheeks parted slightly in a pretty yawn and Emma sighed at the beauty of the scene before her. A naughty girl, about to be punished lay across her lap, dreadfully awaiting the first burning smack. Her little jumper dress had rucked further up her back and now the inside out part covered the girl's head up to her girlish hair bow. She was naked from the middle of her back to her knee hollows where herrdownpulled panties clung in disgrace. Emma smiled at the slight contrast the pink and blue squirrels made with the white knee sox and the black pumps. Frannie's calves rubbed together slowly, first right above left and then left above right as the delicious embarrassment of her juvenile position continued to sink in. Her mind was reeling, seething with new emotions, never felt before. The change from grown woman to little girl was nearly complete. Her plaintive whispers change from "Please, Aunt Emma, please don't spank me," to "Please Aunty Emma, please don't spank me too hard. Please, it'll hurt too much, please use your hand instead of that awful paddle." And, as she turned her crimson face back to plead with her punisher, Emma saw the first of Frannie's fear induced tears rolling down her soft cheek. "There, there, Frannie; this will all be over in a little while and you can have yourself a good cry. Believe me, this is going to hurt me more than you." Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, oh," Frannie sobbed as she turned her head back around and arched her bare little behind upward ever so slightly in complete resignation to her imminent fate.
Naughty Newlywed by Juliette (April 11, 2014)
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The heavy wooden hairbrush fell again and again, turning Taylor’s bare bottom a dark shade of red. Taylor squirmed even harder against the arm of the couch, and amazingly, felt herself getting wet. She was mortified that Aunt Mildred might notice, but if she did, she didn’t let on about it. Just kept applying the hairbrush in a steady rhythm.
Taylor tried to put thoughts of her arousal out of her head, but the cool air of the room against the wetness between her legs kept reminding her. She finally gave in and focused on the feelings. The rhythmic smacking of her bottom with the brush pushed her against the arm of the couch. She spread her legs slightly, trying to get closer, and squirmed. Still Aunt Mildred gave no indication of knowing, just kept spanking her over and over again. Her arousal intensified, building to a peak, until, straining and squirming, she climaxed with a shudder.
Taking Charge by Bellaroses (April 4, 2014)
The door opened, flooding the room with light from the well lit center hall. Julia looked over her shoulder, shielding her eyes with her hand, blinking in the sudden brightness. She saw their stepmother outlined in the doorway looking like the wrath of god. Ginger hadn't bothered to do anything more than button up her dress. She still looked rumpled and angry, her hair in a mess of frizz around her face, makeup a bit smeary, still barefoot. "Stand up!", Ginger ordered and the girls scrambled stiffly to their feet in the cool water. "Turn around! Bend over!" Confused, they complied, placing their hands on their knees, forcing four bare cheeks to swell up and outward as Ginger barked, "Lower!" Amy glanced back over her shoulder this time, horrified at the thoughts that ran through her head as she assumed this embarrassing position! The final thought had been "Oh! Spanking!??!", which struck her mind just as the first swat from Ginger's antique silver hairbrush slapped up against her right cheek. A rapid SLAP SLAP SLAP! followed on the remaining cheeks of the team.
On Their Own by Jason (April 4, 2014)
SNAAAP! "AIIIEEEEEEOOWWW!" The wet panties didn't feel soothing any longer. The sting was excruciating. How could she take twenty-four more? She felt her hands trembling on the table when the next one hit, fighting the urge to reach back and rub her bottom. CRAAAACK! SNAAAP! "OOOOOOOOWWWW! Deena almost jerked her hands off the table, but bent over further to keep her weight on them. She flexed her arm muscles to make them rigid. Her knees were shaking at the fifteenth, and she tensed her legs to stay on her feet.
Boutique Etiquette by Phillipe Anjour (March 28, 2014)
Crack! came the first spank. Sandra yelped at the sudden blow and lunged forward but Mrs. Kranton’s strong grip kept her in place. "That was the hairbrush.” said Mrs. Kranton. "I’m going to save that for when my hand gets sore, but I wanted you to think about what’s in store.” She then shifted the hairbrush to her other hand while maintaining a firm hold around Sandra’s waist. Then with surprising force, Sandra felt Mrs. Kranton’s hand slap against her backside. It was a different sensation, but no less painful.
For fifteen minutes Mrs. Kranton blistered Sandra’s bottom as she ranted and raved on the meaning of competence and professional service. Sandra tried valiantly to maintain her composure not wanting to give the woman any satisfaction by breaking down. It was getting more and more difficult but she held on. She squirmed, squeezed her buns together, and tried to mentally displace herself from the situation, but damn, it was really starting to hurt! Just when she thought she was going to lose it, the spanking stopped.
A Girlish Memory by James Fox (March 28, 2014)
Sian rubbed some more and as the sting subsided felt her composure return. Slowly she lowered herself across the desk and once again her bare bottom was exposed as the mistress drew back her pleated skirt. ‘I’m ready’ she whispered finally, and the yellow stick resumed its natural place.
In compensation for the torture of the fifth stroke, the sixth came down with less back-lift and less force. It still stung and Sian’s body twitched on contact. Her knuckles were white; such was the grip she was exerting on the desk. In the corner of her eyes, tears had welled up and she was on the verge of boo-hooing like a real schoolgirl. That time came 10 seconds later with the slash of the seventh stroke. Once again it cut across her existing weals and burnt into her flesh like a red-hot branding iron. ‘Ooh! Ah!’ she moaned and her tear ducts opened wider flooding her cheeks in a feeble stream of watery emotion.
Confessions of a Defiant Girl by Wyndi (March 21, 2014)
At this point, She laid down the riding crop and i felt Her fingers between my legs. Far too briefly to bring more than momentary pleasure, but enough of a lingering touch for Her to discover a suspicious moisture, the evidence of my body's own betrayal. The next sensation i experienced was My Lady's hand as i was given what could only be described as the most severe hand spanking of my life. i was scolded and lectured and i hung my head in shame, for i could not hide the simple fact that My Lady's most severe attentions proved me to be the pathetic slut She had always accused me of being. i could hear The Doctor behind Her, commenting on which parts of my ass appeared to be in need of further attention. i endured the lecture and the spanking (which was ten times more severe, coming right on the heels of Her attentions with the riding crop and flogger) with my head down, wet hair hanging in my face, panting and gasping. my ass felt like i had been sitting on a hot plate, and i knew i would have welts for days afterwards, primarily due to the dual flogging i had been subjected to.
Gretta's Comeuppance & Revenge by Rachel Heath (March 21, 2014)
"Take your panties down, little girl," Iris ordered and Greta pulled the lower part of her suit down to reveal her tight, delicate asscheeks, Greta's bottom was a cotton-tailed white in contrast to the light yellow tan of her thighs and belly.
Swat! Iris's first blow was rather light but hard enough to elicit a startled "Ow!" from Greta.