Female/Female Stories

Contract Bridge as a Contact Sport, by Rich (April 24, 2017)

While Sue was getting placed with her piece of oak, I began to feel the burning. I heard the WHUMP of the heavy molding against my rear even though she tried to hit lightly. I groaned, but I also resolved that I wouldn't shame myself in front of Joan by making noises. Then Marcia did her first dozen with a switch, nipping across my cheeks and the back of my thighs with sharp flicks. Joan chose to use her bare hand, so after each WHAP she slipped her hand up and down my behind in massage, especially reaching between my legs to call attention to how hard I had become. The others expressed great admiration, saying I had raised the flag to honor them.

Boundaries, by Barbie (April 24, 2017)

"Marcia, stop this."

"Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty. You have whistle, crack, whistle--do you think that the paddle needs holes to make it whistle? Well, I guess we shall see. Won't we?"

"Marcia! Oh! Don't you dare hit me again." Susie was straining but she was fixed to the couch. The paddle didn't whistle exactly, but there was a definite whoosh of air as Marcia swung back and then landed a whack on the trembling rump of her friend.

"Hey, Susie, you are getting red already. Does it hurt a lot?"

Aunt Julia Takes Charge, Part 3, by Bruce (April 21, 2017)

But my fate had been sealed and before I could do any more pleading or protesting, I found myself being virtually marched around the side of the woodshed and right out into the open area that faced the Weston’s yard. Daddy had built a low wooden garden tool box out there, right next to the wall of the woodshed, and Julia just goose stepped me right over to that tool box and before I knew what was happening, she sat down and dragged me face down across her lap. Letting go of my hair, she switched hands on my right wrist and without a moment’s hesitation, grabbed the hem of my skirt and pulled it and my slip right up around my waist. I immediately felt the heat of the midday sun beating down on the seat of my girdle and the backs of my exposed thighs and I guess I was so humiliated that I just went a little crazy. Kicking my legs and squirming around on my Aunt’s lap, I screamed at her, “Y..You B..B..BITCH!! Y..You C..CAN’T d..do this to M..ME! L..LET ME U..UP, J..J..JULIAAAA! G..GODDAMNIT!! L..L..LET M..ME U..UPPPP!! I W..WON’T L..LET Y..YOU EM..EMBARRASS M..ME TH..THIS W..WAY!!”

A Birching for Miss Holder, by James Fox (April 21, 2017)

‘You must leave my house at once, but I would wish to allow you a decent interval to compose yourself. Would you like Kathy, or one of the other female members of the household to soothe your bottom with ointment?’ Miss Armstrong replied between sobs that the offer of Kathy's help was very acceptable, if the girl did not object. Kathy moved across, and quietly took the woman by the arm, and helped her out of the room and the length of the corridors to her little suite of rooms. Inside she silently helped her off with her gown and petticoats, and then laid her tenderly on her tummy, face down on the bed. There was a knock on the door, and Julie entered bearing the ointment which both had forgotten. Miss Armstrong gave her a weak smile of acknowledgement, and buried her head in a pillow. Julie came and stood beside the bed, while Kathy eased the drawers down over the swollen buttocks, and then handed Kathy the jar. Just for a moment the woman tensed her cheeks as the cool ointment made contact with her blazing skin, and then relaxed whilst Kathy's expert fingers carefully worked the sweet-smelling balm into the flesh. After a few minutes, Julie took a turn, and by the time they had finished, the woman almost seemed asleep. Very gingerly, she sat up, slipping her drawers’ back up as she did so. When she started to speak, the girls could not believe their ears.

Aunt Julia Takes Charge, Part Two, by Bruce (April 17, 2017)

Oh, Lordy! If you thought I was embarrassed before, you should have seen the color of my face when I had to haltingly thank that boy for providing the ruler that had been used to spank my bare bottom. God, I thought I’d die of shame! But somehow I got through it and then, with my beet red face buried in my hands, I rushed over to the car and quickly got in, the instant flash of pain as my throbbing behind made contact with the seat causing me to let out a little yelp. Feeling very sorry for myself, I sat there bawling like a baby until my Aunt finally returned to the car and after getting, said to me, “I hope that taught you a lesson, Denise. Believe me, I won’t hesitate to spank you whenever and wherever you misbehave so if I were you, I’d think twice before I let my mouth get the better of me. And just you remember this, young lady, the next time this happens, we might not be so lucky as to find a service station and then you might just get a licking right out in public with anyone who might be around watching! How would you like that, young lady?”

Just the Beginning, by C.J. West (April 17, 2017)

Anne was stunned. She had never spanked any of her children, except for a couple of quick smacks to get them moving. The idea of treating a nearly grown woman like a little girl struck her as wrong.

"I know it sounds drastic," Jean told her, "but it can be very effective. When Jul-Ann breaks a rule in my house, she knows she'll get her bare bottom spanked. She goes across my lap nearly once a month and, I know for a fact, that there have been many things she thought about doing, but backed off because she knew what her mother would do to her.

"When a teenager acts like a child, and it sounds like Cathe's attitude is pretty childish right now, a good spanking is a great way to make her realize that her behavior had better improve. I'm telling you, Anne, a sore bottom will get her attention."

Aunt Julia Takes Charge, Part One, by Bruce (April 14, 2017)

I’d been sitting there listening to all this with my mouth hanging open, utterly dumbfounded as she reeled off this litany of do’s and don’t’s and when she paused and waited for me to answer, all I could do was numbly nod my head, too overwhelmed by the enormity of how my precious little world had come apart to even say a word. Taking my nod as a sign of understanding, she sat forward and smiling sweetly at me, she said, “I’ve been keeping an eye on you ever since I got her, Denise. And frankly, I haven’t been very impressed. But make no mistake, you ARE going to start acting your age, young lady, or you won’t be able to sit down, do you hear me! And one last thing. Don’t make the mistake of thinking that all this is a joke. I promise you, young lady, I will NOT hesitate to punish you whenever you misbehave or disobey me! If you fail to do what I tell you or if you break the rules I’ve just gone over with you, I WILL take your pants down and you WILL go over my knee for a good hard spanking! And don’t you ever think I won’t do it, because I WILL, I promise you!!”

Batter Up, by Kevin O'Toole (April 14, 2017)

“Waaahahaaa-waaaaaaa!” Jill cried, hard and loud. Her vision was blurred by a hail of tears but all she could watch was the gleaming floor, far from where all the action was taking place. Each smack ignited stirring explosions in her backside. Jill's poor behind felt as if she was sitting in a deep fryer. “Niiii-yiiii-waaa!”

Even though Laura could see that her daughter's buns were bright red all over with a few purple splotches beginning to appear, the older woman was determined to finish with a memorable flourish. She administered a long barrage of slaps across both cheeks, extending them all over from waist to thigh and devoting special attention to the mostly still white and incredibly sensitive skin just inside her crack. “Yoww-owow-waaa!” Jill blubbered as her butt cheeks sizzled.

Backfire, by Wendy (April 10, 2017)

"Well, ladies, how are we going to do this?" Sonja asked. Even they hadn't realized the number would be so high. The original idea of each X representing a spanking from each one of them simply would not work. But looking at the spank-happy crowd -- to coin a phrase, Sonja didn't know whether she could convince the others of this. When had she become the voice of reason? Rose was supposed to be stepping in about now, she was the silent leader of the group, or Diane, but right now even Diane was rubbing her palms together in anticipation.

Sonja wasn't a bit surprised at Kerry's reaction. If Kerry had her way Shelly would probably spend the entire weekend bent over receiving whack after whack. No one should be as excited as Kerry was over another person's punishment. Sonja made a mental note to talk to Rose about her. Rose was the oldest in the group, and usually the most level headed. Besides, she was Kerry's cousin, let her handle her.

Bad Influence, by S.F.G. (April 10, 2017)

The agony was building with each swat of the brush. Marianne knew as surely as her sister that long spankings are utterly unbearable-as strokes are applied over an area which has already been well tanned the sting is that much worse; if mother concentrates her attention to specific relatively small areas on the behind and upper thighs (and Mrs. Downs is certainly doing that today) the terrible burning is intensified that many times over. With each renewed meeting of the hard backside of the hairbrush to Marianne's soft but increasingly red behind the young cousins stared with dread at their upcoming fate. They started to quietly break down and cry and then quietly plead with their mommies: "Please, mommy, I'm, I'm so sorry. I'll never do it again. Please don't spank me, not like that, please?" came repeatedly from the lips of Marianne's oldest cousin. The little girls-thirteen-stood there bare bottomed tears streaming down their faces, jumping visibly with each hard, loud smack of the brush on their older cousin's now crimson behind. One of them-young Janey only weeks past her birthday-grabbed onto her mother's skirt and begged for forgivenness. Please, please, please don't spank me mommy was uttered over and over again.

Babied Bride, by C. Scott (April 7, 2017)

Wendy felt a shiver of fear course through her, tinged with sexual excitement. No one had ever spoken to her like this before. Her parents had coddled and spoiled her, while her teachers had melted at her sweet little good girl act. No one had ever told her that she had done something wrong or bad. It had always been, "Well, never mind, honey, we'll fix it. Wendy found that she rather liked being treated so sternly. For the first time in her pampered life she felt safe, secure and truly loved. Her husband was tired and cross, with good reason. After a hard day's work the last thing he needed to do was stand over his naughty wife, pounding and scolding some sense into her. But that was exactly what he was doing. He could have just walked out, leaving her to stew and fret, as so many husbands would have done. Or just belt her and be done with it. Instead, he has taken her out to eat, spent money on baby things for her, and was not standing there, a stern frown on his face, while she rushed to tidy the mess she had made. Every time she looked up at him she felt a wave of affection wash over her.

Bad Kitty, by Tasha (April 7, 2017)

The first stroke connects and I arch wildly on her lap, crying out at the pain. She doesn’t give me time to recover before delivering the next one, and the next.

I’m delirious with the pain. I never imagined a hairbrush could actually be so painful. I’d read and written countless such spankings, but never truly understood the sensation before. It’s terrible and wonderful at once, especially when at the mercy of such a skilled disciplinarian.

Babied Bride, by C. Scott (April 4, 2017)

Wendy felt a shiver of fear course through her, tinged with sexual excitement. No one had ever spoken to her like this before. Her parents had coddled and spoiled her, while her teachers had melted at her sweet little good girl act. No one had ever told her that she had done something wrong or bad. It had always been, "Well, never mind, honey, we'll fix it. Wendy found that she rather liked being treated so sternly. For the first time in her pampered life she felt safe, secure and truly loved. Her husband was tired and cross, with good reason. After a hard day's work the last thing he needed to do was stand over his naughty wife, pounding and scolding some sense into her. But that was exactly what he was doing. He could have just walked out, leaving her to stew and fret, as so many husbands would have done. Or just belt her and be done with it. Instead, he has taken her out to eat, spent money on baby things for her, and was not standing there, a stern frown on his face, while she rushed to tidy the mess she had made. Every time she looked up at him she felt a wave of affection wash over her.

Bad Kitty, by Tasha (April 1, 2017)

The first stroke connects and I arch wildly on her lap, crying out at the pain. She doesn’t give me time to recover before delivering the next one, and the next.

I’m delirious with the pain. I never imagined a hairbrush could actually be so painful. I’d read and written countless such spankings, but never truly understood the sensation before. It’s terrible and wonderful at once, especially when at the mercy of such a skilled disciplinarian.

 

Art and Life, by C. Allen (April 1, 2017)

“Are these buns of steel? Or just flesh and blood?” said Rachel lightly. “For if they’re buns of steel, I don’t see how thirteen stokes will suffice, eh? Flesh and blood….yes, I guess I’ve observed that before, haven’t I? But, we can’t leave them any protection.” Rachel inserted the cane between Kristi’s legs and worked it back and forth in a sawing motion. The young woman shifted from one foot to the other. “Well, can we?” She stopped the teasing and tapped Kristi’s bottom sharply several times.

Ashley Shows Off, by Z.Z. (April 1, 2017)

The wooden deck railing was moderately high and since Ashley was only five foot three inches tall and barefoot she had to stand on her tiptoes with her legs straight. The top of the railing was right under her hips and her round, tanned buns stood right up. She was bent nearly double and the position she was in was not too comfortable. She had to straighten her arms as she grasped the rungs to brace herself so that she would not fall forward onto the ground beneath. The wooden top of the railing looked smooth but it felt rough under her naked tummy. Ashley was very scared and in the slanted light of the late afternoon sun goose bumps were plainly visible on her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. She could feel her legs quivering. She wished she had had time to use the bathroom when she got home. Her bladder really was not full but fear was making her feel like she had to pee.

1954, by Mark Stiles (March 31, 2017)

Jim stood in the doorway watching the proceedings. "Poor Sara," he thought. "She's really getting it." From his vantage point he could only see her behind and legs, with an occasional shot of her bobbing head. He smiled as the angrily reddened behind writhed and bounded under the ministrations of the hairbrush. Sara's dungarees had flown off some time ago from the frantic kicking leaving her clad in her bobby socks, tennies, shirt and panties. He admired the strength of the little cotton panties as they clung tenaciously to her thighs through all the kicking. He mused at how Sandy differed in her spankings. If the girl was wearing pants, she only pulled the underpants down to mid-thigh. If, however, the miscreant was wearing a dress, the forlorn little panties were always pulled down to her knee- hollows. Just another of Sandy's perfectionist foibles, he guessed. He focused on his daughter's bounding behind. Very red now, bordering on crimson, Jim felt that Sandy would have to stop soon if she didn't intend to blister Sara. He couldn't believe that Sara's offense merited a blistering, so her figured that Sandy would stop after about 200 spanks. Two hundred spanks was enough to keep any girl standing up for a couple days anyway. He watched as the hairbrush burned down again and again, mesmerized by the bounding and yawning of Sara's pretty behind. How embarrassed she would be if she knew he was watching her. How mortified she would be if she knew that every time she raised her fanny she showed him everything she had.

Alice is Late Again, by Pat Kammerer (March 31, 2017)

"Now let's get them down so I can see if the hairbrush is having any effect," Margaret Fletcher told her now sobbing daughter. Her hands were at work, quickly lowering the little panties to mid-thigh. The lovely skin thus revealed already glowed a bright pinkish red. The hairbrush was retrieved from the bed to achieve a darker, more painful hue. SMACK - It began its awesome task anew.

Alice squirmed and wiggled her shapely behind in a vain effort to escape the punishing hairbrush. Little gasps escaped along with soft sobs as the heat and pain increased with every stinging swat. The sharp crisp smack of hard wood on soft, tender flesh punctuated the girl's piteous cries.

Sisters in Spanking, by C.J. West (March 27, 2017)

Judy, still naked and still rubbing her nude fanny, was amazed at the way her big sister jumped at her mother's commands. Audrey was fiercely independent - sometimes too independent - but she was following orders now. When the 25 year old got back too her mother's side and handed her the paddle, she was immediately pulled across Ruth's lap. Once she saw her mother raise the paddle, preparing to apply it to her already burning buttocks, Audrey began to cry. Before it even landed. But, when it did land, she went crazy.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! "Owwww. Mommy. Owww. Owww. You're killing me. Owwwwwwwww."

Sherry's Midterm Blues, by Ted Harlinton (March 27, 2017)

The steady rain of blows onto her nude tushes felt like buckets of scalding hot water being splashed onto her seat with each splat of the paddle. The pain was unbelievable, but she remained bent over as long as she could, tears and cries of discomfort abound. With the fourteenth crack of the paddle, however, her bottom ablaze, she could stand it no more and shot straight up, grabbing her seething butt and furiously rubbing it, dancing about around the small office as if the floor were covered with glowing embers of coal. Giving her niece a full minute to regain her composure, she waited until she stopped hopping around and squalling to order her to return to her place over the chair. The girl's protests broken by gasping sobs, she told her aunt she was sure her behind had been put through enough.

Spanking & Ms. Seesaw, by Rachel Heath (March 25, 2017)

Juanita cupped the warmed asscheeks in her hands, relishing their spongy heft, She bent and kissed Kate's shoulder, a soft kiss with. just a moment of tongue. Then she pulled on Kate's cheeks, both at the same time, as Kate's legs kicked from the knees. Juanita dug her short nails into the spanked flesh, hauled the hams apart, and blew soothing cool breath on the open ass crack,

"Enough, already!" Kate cried exultantly, "Please, darling, please! Let's make love."

Sisters in Spanking, Part One, by C.J. West (March 25, 2017)

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! A final flurry had Judy screaming and finished off the job of reddening her backside. "Get up," Ruth said. Judy did not need to be told twice. She leaped to her feet and danced around the room. Hopping from one foot to the other, she rubbed her behind with both hands. The warmth of the flesh amazed her. Both cheeks felt like hot biscuits, fresh from the oven.

"Stop that bouncing around," her mother told her. "If you don't stop, you'll find yourself back across my lap for more of the hairbrush." With a great deal of self control, Judy stopped her frantic dance and stood still, both hands still at work rubbing the tender flesh of her buttocks.

Peaches, by Merideth (March 20, 2017)

And it hadn’t been her refusal to get up and leave with him that had precipitated this most humiliating of public chastisements. Although heaven knows that was aggravating enough. But rather, what had taken place when he had gripped her arm in an attempt to pull her to her feet. For that is when in a moment of rage she had kicked him, and quite viciously too, with the very pointed toe of her wicked looking high-heeled shoe.

“Why you nasty spoiled bitch,” he had fumed and completely lost his temper as he massaged his injured ankle with a trembling hand. “It’s time you were taught a lesson in manners that you’ll never forget.”

And with that dire warning duly delivered, he grabbed her in a grip like steel and dragged her unceremoniously across his lap.

Spank…spank…spank…spank…spank…spank…The loud hard swats rang out in the now hushed ballroom. Because, even the band had stopped playing to better listen to and watch every nuance of this impromptu action.

Sent Home to Mommie, by Barbie (March 20, 2017)

"Quiet, Rosa." I said as I reached for the bathbrush again. I smacked her bottom with it as I told her. "You are too noisy, my girl. Entirely too noisy. You have to learn some manners."

She yelled softly after that. I told her to pull the plug and as she did, I spanked with the bathbrush until the water was down the drain. Then I told her to stand up. I had a bathsheet ready. I draped it around her and dried her as she stood in the tub. I had her finish drying herself as she stepped out. "And now, my little girl is ready to get dressed." I said as I picked up the white cotton panties. I held them out to her and watched as she slipped them on. She pulled them very slowly over her sore bottom. I held out the slip and then the dress. I had her turn so I could tie her sash. Then I let her put on her anklets and shoes as I had her sit on a stool so I could brush her hair. She sat gingerly and eyed the wooden backed hairbrush that I used for the chore.

Sophie, by Helier (March 17, 2017)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Neddy, by Iona (March 10, 2017)

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

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

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

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

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

“I understand. I just don’t like it.”

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

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

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

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

“I understand. I just don’t like it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What time did they let you go?”

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

“Two o’clock. Give or take.”

“Are you sure?”

The Table, by Ashley (February 27, 2017)

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

Unfinished Business, by Jeff (February 27, 2017)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Belinda, by Helier (February 10, 2017)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alyssa, by Helier (January 30, 2017)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alanna, by Ionna (January 23, 2017)

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

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

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

"You know you deserve this," I suggested.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Excuse me!” she snapped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Morning Coffee, by Phillipe (December 26, 2016)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yvonne brought the wood down as hard as she could.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rebecca, by Helier (December 12, 2016)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jane, by Helier (November 25, 2016)

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

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

Family Spanking, by Desiree (November 21, 2016)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whack! ! Whack! !

Her mother's right hand smacked each bare cheek.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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