Female/Female Stories

Stepsisters, Part 4, by Bella Roses (November 16, 2015)

Janet was panting over the girl's knee, her mouth open and wet, tears running down her face. She had been almost eager for this spanking and now wondered why. She could feel the spanks as if they were still happening, stinging and burning. Still tingling. She was glad it was over, but not really. It was all so confusing, that's why she cried. That's what she told herself as Marian helped her to her feet, leading the way into the living room once again with the leash. The girls did not stay there but immediately went upstairs, then upstairs again as Jessica opened a door in the hall that opened to a narrow flight of stairs to the attic. A single light bulb swung from a wire in the middle of the slanted room. The collection of 15 years in the same house stood around the edges of the area in boxes and trunks. Over to the right was the chimney and to either side was an alcove, each one with a tiny square window. Janet was led to the one on the right and bent down with a hand at the back of her neck until her forehead touched the windowpane. "Hold still now!", was the warning her sister gave. Janet's burning sore bottom was immediately slapped from both sides, Marian clapping her hands against both cheeks at once as if applauding. Janet could not move away or wriggle to escape from them. "ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE" The count began again, doubling the spanking as each cheek was slapped.

Stepsisters, Part 3, by Bella Roses (November 13, 2015)

A tense quiet that descended, a waiting. SLAP! There is no sound quite like that of naked palm spanking naked flesh. There is no word to describe it. Unmistakable. A small moan escaped Marian's lips as if forced through clenched lips. The SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP became regular, measured, rhythmic. Marian listened intently, flooded with emotions and reactions that both frightened and exhilarated her. Sensations that were unknown until this very moment of her life. So much seemed unknown. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP That was what Marian heard. No sounds from Janet at all after that first lowing moan. Stan Lowood didn't say a word either, except a quiet male grunt of effort sometimes. Marian stood very still in the dark hallway, her mind picturing Janet's bare bottom, over his knee, Mr. Lowood's large hard hand raising and falling on Janet's ample cheeks. Marian held her breath, not wanting to listen, but she couldn't help herself. She stood, with that simple picture in her mind, hearing each slap. She took a careful step down the hallway, closer, then another, and another.

Stepsisters, Part 2, by Bella Roses (November 9, 2015)

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 (November 9, 2015)

“ 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 C.J. West (November 6, 2015)

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 1, by Bella Roses (November 6, 2015)

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.

The Widow Stone and Me, by Jason (November 2, 2015)

When I had washed and put everything away, I was called into the front room. As I stood in the middle of the room with three women giggling, Mrs Stone undressed me out of the uniform until I was standing in nothing but the pink ruffled panties. Miss Rollings brought a chair from the dining room and sat down. Mrs Stone swatted me on the bottom, and told me to get over the waiting lap. When I was in the required position with my panties at half mast, Mrs Stone informed her friends, "This will be a spanking he won't forget for awhile. Twenty-five by hand from each of us, then five each with the paddle, all on his adorable bare bottom. Don't be afraid to spank him hard since I've trained him well."

They took her words to heart, and built a bonfire on my bottom with their hands. I was crying by the first ten from Miss Rollings, and blubbering pleas for it to stop when Miss Campbell sat down in her place. After her twenty-five, everything became a blur, and I just reacted on a kind of automatic pilot, crying and yelping with each smack of a hand. Whoever first called women the weaker sex was never across one's lap while they took pleasure at inflicting pain and humiliation. I have to admit I found a certain strange pleasure in being over a set of feminine thighs, dressed in girl's panties, getting spanked like one. That afternoon, more women paid attention to me than in my entire lifetime.

Two Weeks with Aunt Janet, Part 1, by C.J. West (November 2, 2015)

"I heard my mother talking to Melissa's mom," Jessica said. "She is sending her here specifically for discipline. She got into some trouble with her mom and Aunt Angela is just too softhearted to give her what she deserves. So she is sending her here."

"But she must know that," Mary said. "She'll probably be a little angel for two weeks."

"We all knew, after that spanking in the motel last summer," Jessica pointed out, "but a few days later we'd earned a repeat performance. The threat of punishment doesn't work when you've never been punished."

The girls all looked at each silently for a few seconds.

"You can bet on it," Jessica said. "Melissa is going to get that precious bare bottom of hers spanked - probably for the first time in her life. And we'll all get to watch."

Proof of Friendship, Part 2, by S.F.G. (October 30, 2015)

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 2, by Alan O. (October 30, 2015)

Cook glanced up at Amy standing silently nearby. "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 S.F.G (October 26, 2015)

The 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. (October 26, 2015)

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.

Deana's Housekeeper, Part 4, by Jason (October 23, 2015)

Mrs Bates nodded at Kimberly and Lisa. They brought two thoroughly frightened and cowed naked young women to the chairs, both afraid of the cruel strap Deena had felt once and had told Hayley about in exact detail. With the girls' hands on the back of their necks, they were bent over the padded backs with their hands flat on the seats next to the chair arms. Lisa and Kimberly wrapped heavy canvas straps with leather buckles around their lower arms and the chair arms. Deena and Hayley were well secured but their circulation wouldn't be cut off. They had to spread their legs to fasten their ankles to the back legs which would prevent them from clenching their bottoms. Hayley and Deena were sobbing from fear. They wouldn't have been tied like this unless a certain heavy leather strap was to be cruelly snapped across their bottoms, stretched tight by the bent over position they were helpless to escape from. Deena had a vision of her and Hayley screaming their lungs out with each stroke and their bottoms turned to masses of bruised flesh. Spanking was sometimes referred to as "taking your medicine". Could this be called an overdose?

Deena's Housekeeper, Part 3, by Jason (October 19, 2015)

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 Kammerer (October 19, 2015)

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 (October 16, 2015)

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 2, by Jason (October 16, 2015)

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 1, by C. Flint (October 12, 2015)

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 1, by Jason (October 12, 2015)

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 2, by Jason (October 9, 2015)

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 2, by Mike Burke (October 9, 2015)

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 1, by Jason (October 5, 2015)

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 1, by Mike Burke (October 5, 2015)

"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 2, 2015)

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 2, 2015)

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.

Their Arrangement, by Jason (September 28, 2015)

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

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

California Dreaming, by Mike Burke (September 28, 2015)

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

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

Guiding Daughters, by Helier (September 25, 2015)

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

Wishing, Part 2, by Bruce (September 25, 2015)

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

Wishing 1, by Bruce (September 21, 2015)

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

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

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

Sophmore Year Abroad, by Dr. Dlaniger (September 21, 2015)

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

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

Learning What's Real, by J.L.J. (September 18, 2015)

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

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

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

You Again! by Dr. Dlaniger (September 18, 2015)

Rhiannon noticed her panties right away.

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

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

Jennifer Ann's Visitors, by Jack (September 14, 2015)

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

The door knob turned as did Jennifer's head.

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

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

Mother-in-Law Gets Spanked, by Iona (September 14, 2015)

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

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

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

The Forty Woman Paddle Bus, by B.C. and Wife (September 11, 2015)

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

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

A Friend in Need, by Bruce (September 11, 2015)

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

Computer Games, by Ashley (September 7, 2015)

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

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

Unhappy Campers, by ZZ (September 7, 2015)

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

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

Girl's Party, by A.M. (September 4, 2015)

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

Mary Lou Felt Blue, by Jay Ellis (September 4, 2015)

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

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

Every Step of the Way, by Ralph Greco, Jr (August 31, 2015)

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

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

Flirting with a Spanking, by Chuck (August 31, 2015)

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

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

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

Bridget, by Helier (August 28, 2015)

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

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

Unhappy Campers, by ZZ (August 28, 2015)

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

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

Spanked in a Brothel, by Iona Blair (August 24, 2015)

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

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

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

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

It's in the Cards, by BlueBeard (August 24, 2015)

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

Attendant Notions, by Phillippe Anjour (August 21, 2015)

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

Brush With the Law, by Ed Finn (August 21, 2015)

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

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

Courtroom Justice, by Chuck (August 17, 2015)

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

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

Debbie Learns an Embarrassing Lesson, by C.J. West (August 17, 2015)

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

Modern Immaturity, by Frank Tenava (August 14, 2015)

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

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

Mom's Old Fashioned Lesson, by Mike Burke (August 14, 2015)

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

Makes a Sore Behind, by Dr. Dlaniger (August 10, 2015)

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

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

A Spanking Life, by Felicity (August 10, 2015)

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

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

Joannie Gives and Gets, by Thomas Bruns (August 7, 2015)

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

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

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

Joyride, by Chantal Savage (August 7, 2015)

"Owww! okay, whatever you say."

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

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

Ginger, by C. Flint (August 3, 2015)

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

Girlish Memory, by James Fox(August 3, 2015)

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



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