Female/Female Stories

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.

But I Meant to Pay for It by Felicity (March 14, 2014)

Despite the intense pain of the stinging welts that covered her bottom, Chantelle stood motionless for a full half an hour whilst the manager decided what to do next. Yvette was quite impressed with her discipline and wondered why she had behaved so childishly earlier. But then, Chantelle had spent many nights standing in the corner, displaying her freshly punished bottom to her auntie and in later years to her husband, and so she had had a lot of practice.

After much deliberation, Yvette called Sonia on the intercom and asked her to come to the office, and as she entered, the sight of Mrs Templeton stripped to the waist, spanked and stood in the corner like a naughty schoolgirl made burst out giggling.

Lauren by Felicity (March 14, 2014)

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.

A Lesson in Proper Comportment by Wyndi (March 7, 2014)

" I'm going to lower your panties to prepare you for your spanking, young lady. You are to stay in position and not cry out or it will result in further punishment. Do I make myself clear?" Darren asked in a voice as smooth as silk.

" Yes," Eva said quietly, wishing to get the ordeal over with as quickly as possible.

The Girl Next Door by Phillipe Anjour (March 7, 2014)

Tina went to her bed and laid down on her stomach with her hip resting at the edge of the bed, her legs bent over the edge, and toes on the floor. She continued massaging herself between her legs with her left hand, alternating the pressure and rhythm. Her right hand reached around and caressed her pink bottom, squeezing each cheek, still visualizing herself prone across the woman's lap. It didn't take long before her muscles clenched repeatedly as waves of her climax washed over her leaving her shuddering and breathing heavily. Tina kept her fingers buried, occasionally pushing in just enough to send an aftershock cascading through her body. After a while, the quakes waned and Tina slowly drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the girl next door.

Light Fingers by Felicity (February 28, 2014)

Before Chloe even had time to apologise Miss Houghton was smacking the back of her impudent thighs with newfound fury turning them a fiery and incredibly painful crimson hue.

“ I’m sorry I swore Miss Houghton!” Wailed Chloe. “I won’t do it again I promise!”

The little sissy’s whining was really starting to get on Miss Houghton’s nerves, but a fifth whack with the ruler across her bottom soon put a stop to it.

At long last, with the backs of her thighs as red as beetroots and a dozen perfectly parallel stripes laid across her sore red bottom, Miss Houghton finally let the young delinquent get back onto her feet.

Older But Not Wiser Woman by Barbie (February 28, 2014)

“And I am going to spank you as if you were a little kid,” Jeanne said and lifted the hairbrush. Darlene didn’t watch it come down on her bottom. She screamed when the brush made impact. She didn’t stop screaming as the brush went around and around her bottom, again and again. Over and over. She kicked her legs and wiggled her bottom. She sobbed louder and longer than she ever had in her life.

Once in a while she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her in the kid clothes and the hairbrush coming down on her undefended bottom. She knew how silly she looked.

Peeping Boyfriend by Frank Q. (February 21, 2014)

Her daughter properly bared for punishment, Mrs. Bark raised her hairbrush on high. With a movement like a cat, hand and hairbrush smacked down on the huddling bare bottom. Quickly the hand rose and fell again...and again...and again. If Franny had thought that the first sixteen spanks had been horrible, she quickly changed her mind. For this was a real punishment, not just a prelude or warning. On and on the hairbrush flew, slapping down with burning rapidity on the squirming bottom. Franny howled and kicked as though the fires of Hell were being imparted to her flesh. And I'm sure that's exactly what she must have felt like.

Silver Lining by SFG (February 21, 2014)

“Why did I spank them? They had marijuana, Amanda, can you imagine, dope. There was only one way that sort of misbehavior is dealt in this house, I can tell you, and that is spanking!”

“Bare-bottomed? Of course, Amanda, I always and I mean always spank their bare behinds. As a matter of fact, today I spanked the backs of their thighs at the very end of both Elaine’s and Penelope’s spankings. That they really hate ‘cause it hurts like hell, I know. That’s the way their grandmother spanked me, my brothers and sister, and that’s the way Ispank them.” There was another pause, as no doubt Mrs. Walker was asking yet another question, then Elaine and Penelope could again hear their mother’s end of the conversation.

Mother Teaches, Daughter-In-Law Learns by Rod Birth (February 14, 2014)

Mama had risen from the sofa and stood nearby, watching Gwen strip, all the while tapping the hairbrush on her palm. Mama’s demeanor had gone from amused to business-like. My formerly arrogant wife stood naked, not even allowed to keep her shoes on. Thoroughly mortified.

"Haul that thing over here." Mama pointed the hairbrush at the chaise de femme. Gwen obeyed with alacrity, noting, I’m sure, the amused expression on my face as she deferred to my mother's commands. Taking her seat on the chair, strategically placed so she’d have plenty of room to work and so that I could watch, Mama called my hideously embarrassed spouse to her side. She ran her hand lightly across Gwen’s generous buttocks. "Hmm. Nice, very nice. Don’t you think so, son?”

Taught to the Tune by Ed Finn (February 14, 2014)

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.... First one side, then the other. The teacher distributed a sharp, thorough smackbottom to the hitherto pristine posterior before her. Sara clapped her hands in glee. Victoria was at first shocked into a stony silence, but after only about twenty seconds of the rapid fire assault to her tender hind quarters, she began to squeal in dismay. Mrs. Crump knew her charge was beginning to feel the spanks. Judging by how rapidly her bottom was reddening, they had to sting. Good! She increased the strength and quickened the corporal cadence.

The Spoiled Heriess by RK (February 7, 2014)

She turned to face herself in the mirror. She gingerly put both her hands to her warmed-up backside. As she carefully began to rub and knead the smarting flesh, she winced and moaned and pouted. No longer the haughty young debutante, she now felt like exactly what she looked like -- a recalcitrant little girl, a well-chastised spoiled brat who had just been given a long-overdue and richly deserved spanking.

Teaching Them a Lesson by Dr. Dlaniger (February 7, 2014)

When the girl was completely naked Amelia made her scream by digging her fingernails (not drawing blood) into her left nipple—keeping it up for nearly 15 seconds. She pulled and pinched the sore nipple between her thumb and forefinger, twisting it as a look of sadistic pleasure came upon her face. It could easily be seen shewas enjoying the girl’s screams of pain. As both nipples were punished the girl sobbed and begged her to stop, no longer concerned with her nudity in front of everyone. Amelia, being a sadistic bitch, was mashing the girl’s nipples flat between her thumbs and forefingers.

While the girl stood in the middle of the party naked, Amelia held the sobbing girl’s clothing up as a trophy…waving them in the air like a flag. When she looked over at Cierra, Cierra just looked at her in disgust. Afterwards, Amelia walked over to Cierra and said, “Remember bitch, the same thing can happen to you. And it probably will. Wear pretty panties because everyone is going to see them.”

Dormitory Tales, One by Eric Rosemont (January 31, 2014)

Giving her only a minute's respite, he sat on the bed and put her over his lap. Now she desperately wanted to beg for a chance to relieve herself, but that hand started coming down full force on stuck her butt right out like, 'Okay, I'm ready!' I could see that my Mom was kind of shocked. So my Dad tells her to get ready and WHACK!, gives her a pretty good one. I thought, 'OUCH! That must've hurt!' but she didn't even flinch. Then he gave her another whack, and another. Still, she didn't move a muscle. After about six, she would just sorta wiggle her butt and then take a deep breath and wait for the next one. I couldn't believe it! She took fifteen really hard whacks, and even at the end she was just barely going 'Aaahh!' after each one. Then she just stands up real straight and it seemed like she would have stood there all day if my Mom hadn't told her to get her pants up and go to her room."

The Student's Harsh Lesson by Felicity (January 31, 2014)

And as requested, Miss Prichard brought the cane back as far as possible then landed the first of a dozen, excruciating strokes across the deceitful ward’s rump.

Jennifer had only ever taken half a dozen of these venomous lashes at any given time before now, and that had always been considered to be quite enough. But Miss Prichard felt that such a serious infraction of the rules demanded that her punishment be doubled, so when the seventh stroke was landed Jennifer was completely unprepared.

Poor Jennifer tried with all her might to retain her calm, obedient composure, but this extra half dozen strokes across her already flaming and welt covered cheeks was just to much, and much to her Mistress’s disgust, she began to howl and plead for her to stop.

A Message from Mrs. Marker by SFG (January 24, 2014)

Julie found out first hand what this meant the very day of her visit to the juvenile court. Her parents had to sign a set of papers conveying their parental responsibilities and right to Camille Marker for a one-year period and after this was completed, Mrs. Stamp was invited to escort her daughter Mrs. Marker’s this very afternoon. A police cruiser took the two to 425 North Reston Street and the police officer took them to the door and introduced Julie and her mother to Mrs. Marker. He waited in his car after Julie and her mother entered Mrs. Marker’s house—he knew the routine well. Julie and her mother would receive Camille Marker’s standard speech. Mrs. Marker handed Julie’s mother the set of rules she expected her charges to obey—to the letter. She expected, furthermore, that Julie’s mother would report all and she stressed all violations of these rules. After the two mothers reviewed these rules for Julie, Mrs. Marker then provided yet other sheet of requirements for her wards. These requirements addressed dress, deportment, and proper attitude. One thing that was immediately clear—and Julie knew this from seeing other girls under Mrs. Marker’s supervision—was that there was going to be some big changed in Julie’s dress. No more short skirts, no more blue jeans, no more overly snug pants or sweaters, and no more skimpy panties. Mrs. Marker was very insistent on this issue—she expected Mrs. Stamp to immediately purchase at least ten pairs of simple plain white panties. These were the only panties Julie was going to be permitted to wear for the next year!

Pamela's Weekend Punishment by Belmont Stephen (January 24, 2014)

She raised her hand high and brought her palm down with a resounding SMACK that stung and reddened the girl's outermost right cheek and drew a gasp and a squeal. It was followed by three more stinging slaps aimed at precisely the same place.

The spanking had barely begun and already Pamela was choking back tears.

“You were punished at school today!” her mother accused her, in a voice that quivered with anger.

Pamela nodded, not daring to deny it.

Lacey by DyAnne (January 17, 2014)

Both girls started dating. One night, while Lacey was waiting for her date, she cursed saying that her date was a stupid bastard because he was late. Mandy reminded Lacey that she was not supposed to curse. Lacey told her to shut the hell up. Before Lacey had realized what she’d said, she found herself face down across Mandy’s knees with her skirt pulled up and panties pulled down. Mandy had just started spanking Lacey when the doorbell rang. She told Lacey to go let whomever it was in and to get back in position. Lacey led a handsome young man in and told him to wait in the living room, then she walked back into the den. She told Mandy that her date was in the living room, then she placed herself back over Mandy’s knees. Mandy raised her skirt back up and started spanking her again. Mandy looked up to see the young man standing in the doorway watching with fascination as the spanking continued.

Sorry Auntie by Felicity (January 17, 2014)

With the lovely bare botty visible between the top of Becky’s stockings and the bottom of her frilly little skirt now a lovely rosey pink, Karen took the opportunity to take a few snapshots with the digital camera she had brought as her auntie continued to punish the weeping girl.

With Rebecca’s rump now flaming red, it was clear that the tears in her eyes were no longer just a pathetic plea for pity, and so Lisa decided that it was time to move on.

Nancy's Curfew by Belmont Stephen (January 10, 2014)

The hairbrush is always used for these supplementary strokes. If there has been one incident of resistance, six rapid-fire hairbrush strokes are administered across the seat of her pajama pants. (Lucy verifies that Nancy is wearing no panties underneath. If she is so foolish, these strokes are administered on the bare). If there have been two incidents of resistance, the pajama pants are lowered after the first six strokes and another six are administered to Nancy’s bare seat. If there have been more than two, the pajama pants are removed completely. Lucy ensures that the door is closed, for it would not be proper for male eyes to witness the humiliating procedure that ensues. Nancy’s bottom is not only bare, it is bent and tautened. After the first dozen strokes, Nancy is required to lie on her back, and then to pull her knees tight against her breasts, so that her bottom is elevated, stretched, and yawning open. The hairbrush strokes now escalate: nine for the third, twelve for the fourth, fifteen for the fifth, and so on. They cover all the exposed flesh, but concentrate on the inner curves, so obscenely exposed in this position. On one memorable night early on, when Nancy had not learned how to take her punishments, this part of the punishment was far worse than the spanking that preceded it. Nancy found herself enduring a hundred and five hairbrush spanks to the bare (which must have made the first six across the pajama pants pale by comparison), all administered at the rate of at least two spanks per second, for a burning and blistering two painful minutes!

A Spanking in the Woods by Dr. Dlaniger (January 10, 2014)

It was 10:40 pm and Evelyn just happened to be in her front yard talking to a neighbor that was walking her dog when they both saw the child, who was supposed to be in bed, climbing out her bedroom window. Evelyn and the woman who knew the child since she was a toddler watched in disbelief. When the girl saw her mother and neighbor standing there looking at her, her yes went wide and she gasped.

Determined to nip this behavior in the bud, Evelyn grabbed the shocked youngster, dragged her back into the house, and threw her over her knee. She pulled down her jeans and panties and took a belt to her ass! The girl, going into a screaming-crying fit, begged her mother to stop and promised never to do it again as tears streamed down her pretty face. To make sure the lesson would not soon be forgotten Evelyn spanked her bottom as well as the backs of her upper thighs and hasn’t had any trouble with her since. But now it looked like, because of trouble at school, she was going to have to teach her 14 year old son the same lesson. That’s what I get for getting pregnant at 16, she thought bitterly to herself.

The Burton Hensley Story, Just for Him by Rosy B. Goode (January 3, 2014)

" Yes, Burton," she whispered, her voice trembling. She felt shy, but she'd helped him conquer some of his embarrassed shyness. Now it was time for him to do some of that for her. Slowly, moving as if in a dream, she rolled onto her knees and put her forearms down on the bed, spreading her legs wide, her bottom held high and open. It was scary and it was embarrassing... and it was very, very exciting. She felt Burton move to sit by her feet, and she knew he was looking at her... exploring her secret places with his eyes. She blushed.

The Girl Next Door by Phillipe Anjour (January 3, 2014)

Tina reached out her hand and Cindy took it, kissing it softly. Then Cindy swiftly pulled Tina across her lap. She pulled Tina's legs up onto the bed and pulled Tina's hand back, holding it firmly against the smell of her beck. Cindy slowly glided her hand across the fabric of Tina's dress, straightening out the fabric. She moved her hand along Tina's hips, up her back, down her side, and followed the hem of her dress across her thighs, teasingly avoiding her ultimate target, but zeroing in closer and closer. Tina moaned softly, acutely aware of the electric sensation from Cindy's roaming hand. The feeling of being restrained, and powerless, in this prone position caused Tina to start shaking with anticipation. Finally, Cindy's hand was moving across Tina's firm behind. Cindy could feel Tina's panties underneath her dress but she couldn't figure out why they felt bumpy and uneven.

Stepsisters, Part 2 by Bella Roses (December 27, 2013)

Daddy sat down on the bed, pulling her over his knee, her head resting on the pillow which he would later sit her on while she cried. That big hand of his pulled and tucked at her pink pj bottoms until they were tight and stretched across her cheeks. Then that same hand spanked and spanked, bouncing her burning bottom with smacks and slaps, whole hand or just fingers, cupped palm clapping and flat fingers ringing, sharp crisp slaps, dull thudding swats until she sobbed and promised never never again. Her mother came in and watched the last few minutes as Jessica hung limp and sobbing over her father's lap. She helped her daughter up, turning her around to face the bed, and pulled her pajamas down for the final bare bottom spanking bent over the pillow before sitting her on that same pillow while they lectured. Jess just cried and cried, not thinking about explaining or anything else. She wanted only for them to leave the room so she could roll over and rub her bottom. Sitting was agony. Even on the pillow. After a final few swats as she was allowed to crawl painfully into bed, the spanking was over.

A Painful Cover-Up by Marina Martin (December 27, 2013)

“ I’m sorry... so sorry... Please, Susan...”

The woman nodded. “I believe you, honey, but sorry isn’t good enough. Not nearly good enough. What you did was selfish and could have caused Kevin physical harm. Too much stress can do things to the body. You know that... But that’s not even what you’re here for, as you well know. Covering this up is really putting my job on the line.” Melanie sobbed even harder at that, but nodded. Finally Susan broke the hug, but kept on arm around thegirl. “Let’s get this over with, hmm?”

With that she led the shaking girl to a room she had never been allowed in before, the bedroom. Once there Susan took a seat on the maroon-covered king-sized bed and motioned Mel over to her. She took in the knee-length denim skirt she was wearing and nodded. “Go ahead and take your panties off now, Melanie,” she instructed, causing the teenager to blush furiously. The teacher waited semi-patiently some moments before raising her voice slightly. “NOW, please. Believe me, you do NOT want to make this worse than it already is.” That jolted the teen into action. After kicking off her brown leather sandals, slowly she reached under her skirt and pulled the white cotton briefs with small blue flower blossoms down and off.

Two Weeks with Aunt Janet, Part 2 by CJ West (December 20, 2013)

She eased Mary down across her lap, getting virtually no resistance. She put her hands on her niece hip bones and moved her slightly, positioning her curvy backside right in the center of her lap. "Now, lets see if college graduates react any differently to being spanked," she said, lifting her right hand above her right ear.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! She began spanking Mary's bare bottom very hard, landing two stinging swats on the right cheek, then two on the left. Back and forth she went, determined to teach this young woman a real lesson. "Ouch. Aunt Janet. Owwww. Stop it. Please. Owwww." Mary was not acting like a 22 year old. She was kicking and yelling like any naughty kid getting spanked. Her full backside bounced each time she twisted her hips and the flesh jiggled each time Janet's hand landed.

Stepsisters, Part One by Bella Roses (December 20, 2013)

Jess quickly had to give up her determination to stay silent for the spanking and was soon sniffling and crying, ouching and yelping. She was quite certain that this was the worst spanking she ever had received! Her bottom was getting numb from the many swats of that good sized pingpong paddle. The sound was horrid! SMACK! The paddle landed on her soft white cheeks with a flat swapping thud. The rubber backing had millions of tiny little bumps in it and her butt felt like the meat the butcher pounded for minute steaks. She welcomed the numbing sensation at first, until she realized that Janet knew exactly what was happening and that Jessica's slowing movements gave a signal of sorts to Janet to move the spanking lower. Her thighs were then covered well with pingpong spanks too. Janet was without mercy, silently smacking and swatting, the paddle sometimes landing with superb accuracy flat on Jessica's burning, stinging flesh, other times, seeming to flail about, the edge of the paddle leaving welts of pain across thighs or soft bottom cheeks. Janet seemed to suddenly finish. She had not said one word throughout Jessica's ordeal, nor noticed her sister Marian pleading for her friend's sake.

Proof of Friendship, Part II by SFG (December 13, 2013)

This was Nancy’s reaction to just one (yes just one) smack of the backside of the sturdy wooden brush on her bared rear end. The teenager imagined she was in hell, but it would get much, much, much worse. Mrs. Owen would see to that. Being up until this point totally unfamiliar with the unique agony of a hairbrush spanking, Nancy could not help but react loudly and physically. Yes, she shrieked and pleaded at full voice (much to the enjoyment of the neighbors who had after all already been regaled with Madeline’s lengthy verbal response to her session over her mother’s knee). Additionally, the poor lass kicked her legs straight out and her right hand shot back to try and protect her burning rear. Mrs. Owen, an experienced spanker, anticipated the girl’s protective move and skillfully caught her wrist as at splayed up over her bucking backside. She authoritatively grabbed Nancy’s right wrist and quickly held it in the small of the girl’s back where it would stay for the duration of her spanking. Try as she might, Nancy was unable to unlodge her hand from Mrs. Owen’s iron grasp. From the second to the eightieth smack of the spanking brush, Nancy’s hand fluttered uselessly (and awkwardly) on her back. Perhaps the girl fanned a bit of cooling air over her burning and stinging backside during the course of her punishment, but this offered no significant relief.

Hedgewick Arms, Part Two by Alan O. (December 13, 2013)

"Watch closely, young lady. You're going to be next." With that she returned her attention to Kit's luscious crown cheeks and began to deliver a hard volley of open-handed spanks to the girl's backside. She did a thorough job of it. Her work hardened hand spanked every bit of Kit's broad bottom imparting a soft scarlet hue while Kit sobbed softly to herself.

For the most part, except for an occasional squeal of real pain, Kit took her spanking rather well. She already knew it wasn't going to end there. Cook was simply warming up her backside for her real punishment, a long session with the strap. Cook's strong thighs shifted beneath her and her pendulous breasts heaved and shifted in synchrony with the rise and fall of her spanking arm. Kit's backside was on fire before Cook finally stopped and let her up.

Proof of Friendship, Part 1 by SFG (December 6, 2013)

She three sulked off to Madeline’s bedroom. Little was said while Madeline prepared for her spanking. She removed her pajamas and, with little concern for her temporary nudity, calmly dressed for the morning. Madeline chose a simple white cotton pair of panties and an equally plain white bra. She then chose a pink tee shirt and a loose fitting pair of trousers. She was now ready, when the time came, to go to the sewing room and take her punishment. Time passed slowly for the next hour as her two friends dressed for the day and the girls tried to engage, not terribly successfully, in typical teenager banter over the coming hour or so. Madeline constantly referred to her watch adding to the nervousness of her friends who could not get off their minds that 1) Mrs. Owen had called their mothers and 2) that their friend was going to get a spanking. Their conversation was strained, to say the least, and as the minutes ticked away, finally Nancy again began to apologize for bringing this on Madeline, for bringing this on them.

Hedgewick Arms, Part 1 by Alan O. (December 6, 2013)

As Amy dropped the dress over her head and disappeared inside it, she could feel Mrs. Buckley guiding the skirt over her hips. Her hands were sure and quick, straightening the heavy fabric, brushing lightly over Amy's breasts and waist. Amy felt like a little girl again, being dressed by her mother. Mrs. Buckley knelt to arrange the hem of her skirt. Her face was only inches from the soft apex of Amy's thighs. She looked up at Amy as she moved her hands behind her to smooth the gathered folds of her skirt down and over her small firm buttocks.

She got to her feet and for a second she let Amy struggle with the row of tiny buttons that ran up the front of her dress. She'd started at the waist, but with her breasts still fully exposed to Mrs. Buckley, she couldn't make her hands button the stiff tight-fitting bodice. For the first time that day a slight smile flitted across Mrs. Buckley's face.

Deena's Housekeeper, Part Three by Jason (November 29, 2013)

Jonathan was impressed. Mrs Bates had the quiet firm voice of the dreaded disciplinarian in complete charge and who wouldn't stand for any nonsense. It had him afraid to speak without permission. He also learned she was a fair minded discipliarian. "There was no inappropriate language or childish tantrum like in the past. You made a sincere apology, then got dressed and your bed made as quickly as possible. There will be no mouth washing, juvenile punishment clothes, or enema. Your punishment will be a spanking on your bare bottom. It will be long and hard for you to learn not to deliberately violate the contract. Turn around."

Mrs Bates was standing by the couch and her father was sitting in the middle. The hairbrush was still on the coffee table. Unknown to her, Jonathan and Mrs Bates had spoken at length by phone Monday night, talking in detail about the contract and Deena's punishment. She had persuaded him to spank his daughter for the first time. "Stand by your father, Miss Deena."

The Hairbrush Diet by Pat Krammerer (November 29, 2013)

Barbara left the astonished Nancy momentarily, but soon returned with a large, old-fashioned wooden hairbrush. She sat on the couch and motioned Nancy to come to her.

Gently, Nancy felt herself being guided into the classic position across Barbara Cassidy's lovely lap. Her skirt was soon raised to the middle of her back and her flimsy panties lowered to mid-thigh. She felt goose-pimples forming on her cool, bare backside.

Nancy's rear was shapely, but too plump to be called attractive. Barbara ran the back of the hairbrush testingly over the smooth, white skin. She grasped the girl's wrist and pressed it into the small of her back. Slowly, she raised the awesome hairbrush.

Heather, Part 2 by C. Flint (November 22, 2013)

Heather squealed at the feeling of cold glass against the walls of her insides. As Madalyn's strong hand pressed down keeping her in place, Heather braced herself for what was to come next. Since Madalyn had started the ritual with the thermometer she had always delivered a scolding to Heather about her misbehavior. Heather was required to agree with every word that Madalyn said even though this total surrender would not change the fact that Heather was about to be spanked. This time there was no lecture. Madalyn remained silent while the thermometer was in place. As she drew the thermometer from Heather's trembling bottom, she spoke again.

Deena's Housekeeper, Part Two by Jason (November 22, 2013)

Hayley stared at the wood oval shaped hairbrush in the housekeeper's right hand. Maybe Deena was serious. "Of course, Mrs Bates. I'm sorry," she replied in a subdued murmur, a distinct difference in the haughty way she usually addressed servants, and she had actually apologized. Their friends would never believe this.

Mrs Bates sat in the middle of the couch and began smacking the hairbrush against her open palm. "It's been four weeks since I had to bring this to our Wednesday review, Miss Deena." Mrs Bates put the hairbrush down. "I've been very proud of your compliance with our contract. I was as happy as you when you showed me your latest published article, and very pleased, learning you've volunteered to be a counselor at that special camp for blind children this summer. You have a generous sharing heart."

Heather, Part One by C. Flint (November 15, 2013)

Heather also noticed how big and how powerful Madalyn was in comparison to her. Madalyn was over a head taller than she was. Madalyn was solidly built and there seemed to be very little fat on her body. The flesh was firm on her big arms and the muscles were well-defined. As she noticed Madalyn's imposing physical presence, Heather knew that Madalyn could, indeed, deliver the promised spanking even if Heather fought. Heather resigned herself to being punished over Madalyn's lap. She could not think of any way that she could avoid being subjected to being punished like a naughty child. Heather felt helpless and powerless as she waited for Madalyn to give her another order. In that moment Heather understood how a child reacted when punished by a parent. She wanted to beg and cry. She averted her eyes from Madalyn when she felt the first tear roll down her cheek. Heather's hand passed across her public hair once again. It did not reassure her at all.

Deena's Housekeeper, Part One by Jason (November 15, 2013)

Deena waited a moment, then asked in a frightened trembling voice, "Would you please begin, Mrs Bates?" She closed her eyes tightly, and her body went rigid except her bottom, remembering Mrs Bates' firm instructions not to clench.

"That was respectful, Miss Deena. We'll make a good girl out of you." SMACK! "OOOOWWWW!" Shannon had said her mother spanked hard, but mere words could never adequately describe the loud smack of hard unyielding wood against soft flesh and the resulting stinging pain. SMACK! WHAP! WHACK! Three more smacked different places on Deena's bottom. She was crying freely by then. Four more and another pause gave Deena false hope it was over.

"Those were to let you prepare for and accept the next part, Miss Deena. There won't be any more pauses." And there weren't. Harder smacks at ten second intervals followed. Mrs Bates made sure Deena heard the loud smack and felt the sting of each one separately before bringing the hairbrush down for the next. By the tenth, Deena was sobbing and begging for it to stop. CRACK! SMACK! WHAP! OWWWWWWWWWW! "Please, ma'am! I'm sorry I disobeyed! It hurts so much. Please don't spank me anymore."

Caretakers, Part Two by Jason (November 8, 2013)

Ben took his hand off her bottom. "Well, young lady, you seem to be as ready as you'll ever be." No matter how many times she had been spanked, the first impact of his hand on her bottom was always an unexpected shock to Denise's nervous system. Her head jerked up and she uttered an agonized groan. "Hurts, doesn't it? Well it's supposed to. It's going to hurt a lot worse." He demonstrated with three spanks, alternating between the left and right side. Denise pounded her free left fist into the carpet, gasping with each application of the hard hand of discipline on her girlish soft skin. Ben had a simple philosophy. When his employer needed and deserved it, she was to be spanked soundly. He paused for a moment and said, "If it ever feels good to be spanked, young lady, I'll be very worried." He began a pattern of spanking one cheek five times before shifting to the next one. That had Denise almost screaming. Her tears were steadily flowing and she was clutching the chair leg, trying in vain to distract herself from the mounting fire and sting in her hindquarters.

Ben paused again after thirty hard spanks. "How many is that, Denise?"

"I DON'T KNOW," she sobbed.

Communication, Part Two by Mike Burke (November 8, 2013)

Tonya just nodded her head in agreement of a thought that had crossed her mind more than once as she marched back up the stairs. Her trembling fingers made it almost impossible for her to slip on her summer shoes. Finally, the back strap fit over her heel and she got up and headed for the door, drawing an astonished gasp from her sister.

"I'm off to aunt Ruth's. Wish me luck," the blonde said as she vanished down the hall.

"You'll need it," Julie mumbled to herself.

The two block enforced march was not nearly long enough for Tonya. No matter how slow she tried to walk, the four big columns of her aunt's house just got closer and closer. It was almost as if the house was coming to meet her. Finally, she found herself on the brick porch and no matter how much she tried to stop it, her right hand reached for the doorbell. Almost instantly, the door swung open with 15-year old Jennifer Crum letting her older cousin in the door. Tonya suggested to her cousin that she head a different direction, but the high school sophomore just followed her to the kitchen where the woman of the house was preparing dinner.

The Caretakers, Part One by Jason (November 1, 2013)

Denise felt the hairbrush lift off her bottom and she shook in fear. It returned a second later with a hard stinging smack on her right cheek. "OWWWWWWWWW! ONE!" Thirty seconds later, another on her left side followed. "TWOOOOO! PLEASE NOT SO HARD!" Marge responded with a harder one across the center that overlapped the first two. "OWWW! MY BOTTOM IS BURNING UP! THREEEEEE!"

She somehow managed to call out the correct numbers in spite of the increasing sting from each fresh assault of the hairbrush on her tenderized tush. Mixed in with the counting were sobbing, crying, apologies for her behavior, promises to walk the straight and narrow, and loud pleas for a end to the spanking.

Marge put the hairbrush down when Denise uttered a loud, "TWENTYYYYYY-FIIIVE! PLEASE NO MORE! I'M SORRY! I'LL BE A GOOD GIRL!" She let Denise cry for a few minutes, then said, "Stand up." With a loud shriek and groan, she pushed herself upright on wobbly legs. Her panties were pulled back up and Marge said, "Go to the side of the desk."

Communication, Part One by Mike Burke (November 1, 2013)

"Oh mother, pleasssse, no more. That's just awful. I'm sorry," Julie was finally able to plead once she cleared her mouth and head. "I don't know what came over me. Pleasssssse, not again. I've learned my lesson. I don't normally talk like that. . . honest."

Tonya, even after a year at college, knew better than that. Her younger sister could make one of the high school football players she dated blush with her salty tongue. It was the most unladylike aspect of her sister's feminine ways.

There was no response from the girls' mother, but it was obvious what was going to happen next when the woman retrieved the little white slab from the bottom of the sink. After washing it clean, she quickly lathered it up again before offering to her youngest daughter. Julie took a step back but a quick slap on her left thigh from her mother's right hand had her back in position and with her lips open. This time, instead of clasping them behind her back, Julie grabbed the front of her counter with both hands. Tonya could quickly make out the knuckles turning white as her sister did her best to divert her attention to something, anything, else. It wasn't working. This time the 18-year old's gyrations included rubbing the front of her thighs against the counter and having her left foot kick at the base board.

A Spanking from Her Mother by Alan O. (October 25, 2013)

She grabbed her daughter's elbow and marched her toward the stairs. Her hand cracked each cheek of her daughter's bottom, wrapped in tight slacks, as they started up the steps.

"Ouch," Antoinette said, turning to look at her mother as she was firmly guided up the stairs. "That hurt, Mom. What's wrong?""What's wrong is that you've gone too long without feeling a good spanking, young lady. You can no longer take my car whenever you want it, show no concern for my schedule and smile your way out of it. You'll spend a few minutes across my knee and, if my spankings are as effective as my mother's were, you'll cry yourself to sleep."

They had entered Antoinette's bedroom. Linda guided her toward the corner. "Put your nose in that corner," she ordered. She reached for the waist of her daughter's slacks, pulling them down and the panties underneath down to her knees.

"Mom," Antoinette said, turning her red face around to plead with her mother, "you can't do this. I'm 17 years old."

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Discipline in the Air by Tani (October 25, 2013)

Until today, nobody except Dan and Joyce had ever been present for her spankings. True, a few other people knew that Helen was occasionally spanked (Dan had ordered her to phone her mother immediately after her very first spanking, to report that she had just been spanked). But today she had been spanked in the ladies' room, before an audience of fascinated women. And now they were going to spank her right in the airport! And they had invited someone else to watch! It seemed that every time Helen thought she had endured the most shameful experiences Dan and Joyce could invent, they would come up with something worse.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
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