Female/Female Stories

Discipline Before Friendship, by Papa (November 21, 2014)

Yells and cries and grunting poured from Sharon's mouth. And yet she felt herself catching her movement atop Madeline's thighs creating other sensations. The constant jiggling and jerking back and forth, the spanking itself, the feeling herself being pulled in tighter and tucked under the shelf of Harriet's bosom...they were taking her to a climax. She knew it. She wanted it. Madeline felt her own body reacting. The rocking had freed her clitoris from its hood...and only dimly did she hear the shrieks from Sharon.

Dress Code, by Eileen (November 21, 2014)

"Silence!" Mrs. B snapped. "There is a dress code. It may not be a written code, but that does not make it invalid. We've talked about your attire before. Now, young lady. I'm in no mood for nonsense. Leave my home, go back to the office, and pick up your pink slip immediately. Or, raise your skirt and get over my knees for the long, hard, sound spanking you so richly deserve, and then you can go back to the office and clock out, and continue on with the company. With the stipulation, of course, that you mend you naughty ways. Well? What is it to be, my dear? The hard way--or the easy, but extremely painful way?" Mariah's small, pearly teeth caught her full lower lip, worrying it. She couldn't believe what she'd just heard! She ought to march right back and let them fire her! But they needed the income, and her husband would never understand, and if she told Mama and Daddy, they would think her foolish and cowardly! After all, it was true. Mrs. B had warned her before. And which would be worse--to lay over the older woman's lap, humiliating as it was bound to be, and have her bottom spanked with a hairbrush, or to bring disgrace on herself and her entire family by having to collect unemployment? Mariah shuddered.

Holly's Cleverness, by Trevor (November 17, 2014)

Miss Phillips watched her undress, repeated a few well-worn phrases about the need to make an effort in class, and ordered her over the desk. The view was nice; Monica was better padded than Jeanine. The secretary let her thoughts drift for a minute to what she would really like to do, namely, pull the girl’s panties down, and smack with her hands until Monica’s white bottom matched the ruddy color that easily came to her face, but then she returned to the present, and contented herself with swinging the paddle against the girl’s panties. It made a momentary impression, after which the underlying flesh bounced back. the next blow had a similar effect, but mostly on the other side of Monica’s posterior. The third swat returned to the original target, and drew a gasp. The girl was soon mewling, but that did not keep the secretary from carrying out the sentence in full.

A Clear Communication, by Ed Major (November 17, 2014)

Marie who had disregarded Helen's verbal warning was paying full attention to the session. She demonstrated this on a verbal and nonverbal level. Her non-verbal level included widely kicking legs, a waggling bottom, squirming and bouncing on Helen's lap. Her hands were clutched over her bottom trying to interrupt the brush's progress. Her bottom originally pink was now becoming a beautiful shade of tomato red. On a verbal level, Marie's response was a combination of OWWW! Shrieks!! OUCH!!! WOW!! That hurts!! Helen, please stop!!! WAHHH! BWAHHH!!. I'm sorry!!! Have mercy!!! I'll never do it again!!! Toward the end the BWAHHH! and WAHHH's were the most prominent sounds.

Cindy's Spanking, by M.S. (November 14, 2014)

Marsha reached into her sewing drawer and pulled out her spanking hairbrush. Never used to brush hair, it was a large blondwood brush with white nylon bristles. The back had a dull sheen, imparted to the wood, no doubt, by the overheated skin oils of many dancing behinds. She rubbed the hairbrush thoughtfully on her palm and smacked it testingly. She didn't know if the hard spankings she administered deterred her children's naughtiness. She did know, however, that a good, hard spanking on the bare behind could make a girl sincerely regret her misbehavior, as Cindy would in a very short time.

Clash of Wills, by W. Arthur (November 14, 2014)

“Now is about the time you will wish you would have worked out when you had the chance,” Christine said. “Because I’m bigger and stronger than you are.” Then without waiting for a reply, she turned in the bed and grabbed the frightened young woman by her long tangled hair. Amber let out a scream as she felt herself being dragged across her stepmother’s lap. Quickly, Christine roughly moved Amber’s nervous body until she got her into the right position. As she lifted the hem of Amber’s nightgown above her waist, revealing her naked white bottom, a small pink vibrating dildo fell onto the bed from between her legs. Christine picked it up and threw it to one side. “I see you haven’t been totally wasting your time in here,” she said sarcastically.

Amber’s face turned red, and for a moment, her anger and fear were overpowered by her embarrassment. That didn’t last long, however. Once in position, Christine didn’t hesitate. She pinned Amber’s right hand behind her back, picked up the big brush and began to deliver a barrage of stinging blows across her quivering bottom.

Eddie's Visit, by Ashley (November 10, 2014)

The lecture ended and Mrs. Morrow, now seated on her daughter’s bed, grabbed the girl and bent her over so that her backside was facing the two boys. Eddie smiled broadly; she looked so slight and helpless. Then, to his joy and amazement, Mrs. Morrow raised Julie Anne’s skirt above her waist and presented him with the girl’s white panties pulled tight across her quaking behind. Nervous as he was, Paul too could not help but find this sight intensely arousing. Mrs. Morrow raised her hand and brought it down on her daughter’s pretty white panties. It landed with a loud smack, followed by a small whimper. Eddie flushed with excitement and his right hands plunged deeper into his pocket. Smack! Smack! Smack! Three more landed and now Julie Anne began wriggling. Mrs. Morrow’s hand tightened around her waist ensuring that every blow landed cleanly and effectively.

When Will I Ever Learn, by Ed Finn (November 10, 2014)

It's always hard to wait for a spanking. After supper, I had about three hours to worry. I tried to study, but I couldn't keep my mind off what was going to happen. My bottom didn't hurt anymore, but it was warm enough that I couldn't ignore it, either. Also, it's funny, but the time seems to both drag and fly by. And I was mad because there was no reason to spank me again. One spanking is more than enough for this kid. So, rather than do something worthwhile like planning an "I'm sorry - I'll never do it again" speech, I spent the whole time trying to figure out an argument to keep Mommie Dearest from respanking me.

Boarding with Mrs. Glasscock, by Jason (November 7, 2014)

Mrs. Glasscock added three more spanks that made Lisa cry out, then paused. "Stay with me, Lisa. You're doing fine, honey." She resumed spanking, alternating between cheeks. Lisa first tried to squirm off the lap, but Mrs. Glasscock pulled her closer and held her tighter. "Don't quit now, baby. You're doing fine. It will be over soon and I'll be here to make it better." Lisa tried to put her hand back to cover her bottom, but her spanker grasped it. It was a gentle clasp and seemed to relax Lisa. She cried out with each stroke of the hairbrush and sobbed in between them.

Greta's Comeuppance, by Rachel Heath (November 7, 2014)

"OK," Iris said. A guess that's enough. You should have learned your lesson by now." She let the punished, red-bottomed girl slip from her lap Then Iris opened her own purse and took out some lotion for Greta's afflicted backside. She massaged it gently over the lean, reddened cheeks, Greta's warmed skin felt so smooth and tender! A warm pulse beat in Iris's pussy. She loved kneading and pressing Greta's buttocks, pushing them together and pulling them apart. She bent over and blew lightly on her lover's asshole.

Janis, by S.V.N. (November 3, 2014)

"Now go stand in that corner and think about what an ill-behaved brat you've been. When your corner time is over, we'll have a little chat about the procedures for your further training." Still sniffling softly, Janis walked over to the corner and stood there naked, her face to the wall. Just as she got to the corner, she heard the doorbell Sound. "Why hello , Marilyn. Won't you come in?" she heard Christine's voice say. Janis froze with fear and frustration. Marilyn was one of her best friends -a person whom Janis was always trying to make a good impression on. Surely Christine wasn't going to let Marilyn see her standing naked in the corner like a naughty child, with her freshly spanked fanny still red! But that's exactly what was happening. She heard the two women enter the room. Immediately Marilyn exclaimed, "Christine! What's the matter with Janis?"

Jeni, by Helier (November 3, 2014)

Trembling and feeling deliciously exhausted and ashamed, Jeni went to stand in the corner. Behind her she could hear Miss Cuthbert opening her cupboard. She glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw the cane the headmistress was taking out. She approached Linda who was shaking visibly. Jeni realised that Miss Cuthbert's back would be almost wholly turned. She wanted desperately to watch but she was very scared of Miss Cuthbert seeing her.

Insouciance, by Helier (October 31, 2014)

The rest of the session passed almost without incident. Mr Richlieu was away that morning so, though Hiroshi left a report on his desk, they didn't hear anymore about the disrupted training until later that afternoon. They were on the court most of the rest of the morning and all the afternoon with the day-girls. Sloane behaved reasonably although she was frequently quite rude in the way she responded to the instructors. It made Justine groan to hear the way she spoke at times. Strangely, though, she was quite careful about the way she spoke to Justine. Even when they made mistakes, Sloane never reacted impatiently. It gave Justine a little hope. It also became clear that they had an instinctive understanding of each other's game. This was a relief because it was certainly the intention that they should at some point play doubles together.

I Say, Can I Get a Witness? by Ralph Greco, Jr. (October 31, 2014)

We both knew I was broken now. The last act of all this had been my constant fear that someday someone might find out. I never knew how I would handle being confronted or discovered; I had simply liked the ‘idea’ of it too much, never considering the reality. And as much as I didn’t want to lay there anymore, adrift on a sea of my own juices and fleeting confidence, I certainly was afraid-quivering with fear on the inside-to leave this room to the knowing stares and whispers I would-we would-now face.

The House on Ingelheart Avenue, by Nigel McParr (October 28, 2014)

Grace took the wooden paddle from the other tub. It had been used to stir the clothes in the hot soapy water for as long as Grace could remember. The venerable old paddle had taken on a silvery-gray, fur-textured appearance that made it look like something other than wood. In size and shape it resembled a small canoe paddle. While its primary purpose was to stir the wash, Mrs. Bergen had also found it to be an effective alternative to the strap. The girls dreaded their mother's trips out to the wash house. Although Grace had never used the wash paddle before, she wasn't concerned. Stale gray water dripped from the paddle's wide end as she drew the paddle from its resting place and positioned herself to paddle her sister.

A Hot Seat for Lori, by Jay Ellis (October 28, 2014)

Susan grabbed the teenager by her wrist and literally threw her across her lap. She then yanked down her tennis shorts and briefly paddled her for a minute or so. She then instructed the bewildered girl to bring her the hairbrush from the dresser and to get back across her knees. If at that moment Lori had demurred perhaps it still might have passed over but she did what she had been told. Mrs. Maynard held her daughter with her left hand firmly in place on the small of her back. She then proceeded with loud spanks in rhythm going from cheek to cheek, up and down and back again. All of the time Susan was warning the girl of future spankings and putting her to shame. "Aren't you ashamed that you are being punished like a little child?. Perhaps now you will give some thought to better deportment, or face the consequences."

Katherine of Karnell, Part One, by Nigel McParr (October 24, 2014)

"Katherine Trimble," the motherly voice said, "your breach of Karnell discipline is despicable. I have never and will never tolerate such goings on in this school. Frankly, I'm surprised you gave in to such an awful temptation. Your four-year school record does not bear out your misbehavior. Nevertheless, the sin needs to be expunged - and corrected immediately." Headmistress' fingertips touched the alabaster contours of Katherine's bare seat. Katherine shivered as the matron's palm, smooth and surprisingly warm, settled onto her bottom cheek. The woman's touch reminded her of Mama and Mrs. Lacy. Perhaps, she thought, it won't be so bad after all. This was her first time. Maybe Headmistress would tread lightly with her cane. The notion made her feel better. She snugged into the leather, which was warming and conforming now to her slender body. Headmistress' next words shocked her back to reality. "What you have done, Katherine, is absolutely despicable. You have heaped shame on your mother and Karnell. I cannot imagine any of my girls seducing one of Karnell's finest students. And to make matters worse, she is from one of our finest families - and a benefactor as well. Shame on you, little girl. Your punishment will be severe and swift."

Kirstie, by Helier (October 24, 2014)

Vanessa hurried to obey, instinctively clutching her ankles and parting her legs to steady herself. Behind them, Molly could hear Kirstie's rhythmic sobs and the faint sound of her body shifting on the tabletop. She guessed the weeping girl was sneakily masturbating and she was glad. She moved slightly to one side so that Kirstie would be able to see her friend's humiliation more clearly. Vanessa was gasping nervously in her awkward posture even though she seemed perfectly poised and her bottom was a superb shape. Fascinated, Molly allowed her hands to wander a little over the girl's thighs and hips as she told her what was going to happen and how badly she felt they had both behaved. She was rewarded with a tiny moan of pleasure and a quivering through the girl's gently writhing body. At that moment she felt a great longing to stroke the tempting mound of Vanessa's sex but she knew she mustn't weaken. Instead, she grasped the girl's panties at the waist and tugged them firmly to her knees.

Maternal Justice 1950s Style, by B.P. (October 21, 2014)

As Fran began to slowly pull down her daughter's panties, she took note of Peggy's maturing physique. Even the modest cotton panties that the mother insisted upon were tightly stretched when the waistband reached the widest contours of the girl's buttocks. It had been several months since Peggy needed to be taken "over her mother's knee", and the handsome widow hadn't realized just how much her daughter had inherited her own fulsome hindquarters. Combined with a slim teenage waist, Fran saw that Peggy was becoming all the more fetching to boys - the potential consequences of which Fran greatly feared. In keeping with her meticulous approach, Fran continued to slowly draw down her daughter's panties until they reached the knee hollows. Then after checking to ensure that Peggy was well balanced over her lap, Fran reached back to the desktop to procure the hairbrush.

How to Manage a Menage, by Bluebeard (October 21, 2014)

Grabbing Paatchy by the left forearm I pulled her -- giggling and tripping over her own feet -- swiftly across the persian rug of the expensively-decorated, art-deco living room, toward a nearby leather couch. She twisted back toward Lorretta and with a grin yelled, "I told you . . . you were gonna . . . like him . . . UMmmmmmmph!," as I dumped her unceremoniously face down over my left knee. In a second, the full, black leather flare skirt was up around her ears -- revealing a superbly-sculpted pair of ass-cheeks encased in . . . full-length, ultra-taut, black latex panties! Talk about erotic -- they fit like a second-skin and, across both ample buttocks, had dozens of randomly placed, pencil-width holes. Satin-textured skin peeked and puckered through.

Punishment Party, by Randy Slapp (October 17, 2014)

When it was over, Marge let Ann stay bent in position for a minute while she commented on how 'a good whipping should teach Ann to obey curfew." Finally the girl was allowed to stand up and she instantly clutched her scorched bottom and did a little gig about the room, her full bosom bouncing about under her pajama shirt and tears streaming down her face. Humbled Annie was then sent to the corner to stand with her hands on her head and we were all invited to look closely at the damage done by the stick. Annie's bare butt was streaked with dark red welts criss-crossing her entire backside, with a couple of stripes painting her tender thighs. Sue stood stock still, looking sick at the scene before her, knowing, as we all did, that her turn would come.

Paying the Bill, by Dr. Dlaniger (October 17, 2014)

The painful spanking resumed! The smacks sounded like small explosions she was slapping Yvonne’s plump buttocks so hard. Once again the lovely Puerto Rican girl was bawling and kicking here legs up and down, screaming. Like the white girl before her, who was afraid she still might have more spanking coming, Yvonne kicked and screamed. Jorge, making sure he got a good look, was able to see her vulva and anus from up under her roasted and very red buttocks. He loved the way girls were built. Even with panties on, whenever they bent over in short dresses or skirts, he tried to see the impressions of their pussies.

Mrs. Bailey's Bawdy House, by Iona (October 14, 2014)

Spank…spank…spank…spank…Daniel meted out the perfectly calibrated swats directly over her bottom crack. The delicious relentless nature of the whapping, causing the young woman to explode prematurely in one great gushing geyser of a climax that left her gasping, writhing and begging for more of the same.

A Nanny Gets a Spanking, by Yvette Vandel (October 14, 2014)

Now I was thoroughly confused and flustered. The unexpectedness of his comments, in addition to what I had seen last night, sent me into a tailspin. What was going on? I had thought everything was going pretty well for me as a nanny. Now I wasn't really sure of anything. Was John coming on to me? Did he mean that Susan was bisexual? Was this why I'd never felt fully at ease with them? And, most of all, what were these peculiar emotions I was experiencing? Suddenly, I couldn't handle any more, and I felt myself losing my grasp on the platter. As it crashed to the ground with a huge noise, I felt everyone's attention focus on me.

A Necessary Humbling, by Jason (October 10, 2014)

If her insolent sarcasm affected the general, he didn't show it, keeping his smile. "Lets review a few things. Lissette Angelique LaFrank, age 40, born February 22, 2432, Paris, Earth. Graduated from the Marine Academy here on Rigel top of her class. Numerous citations for bravery in combat. Earned early promotion to Captain. Selected for deep space probe and received early promotion to Major after successful accomplishment. After a year as Probe instructor, volunteered for another Probe mission. Angry not receiving promotion to Lieutenant-Colonel on successful completion. Selected as a strike force commander, the most coveted assignment for any marine officer. Unfortunately for her, the Galactic Council of Worlds has been in a sustained period of peace with no opportunities for combat, depriving her of chances for quick promotion. Conclusion; this officer is obsessed with becoming the youngest general in the history of the Spaceforce Marines. With her strike force, she has become a tyrannical, over controlling, mistrusting dictator. She has to oversee every little detail because of no confidence in her officers and sergeants. Recently, twenty-seven of her most veteran strike force troops went over her head to request transfers."

Nurse's Spanking System, by A.W. (October 10, 2014)

Believe it or not, the threat of actually getting a punishment spanking really improved our attitudes and behavior on the ward. As luck would have it however, the two senior nurses--namely Maggie and myself--had the highest number of demerits and would get the more severe paddling. I had 6, which meant a "hairbrush on the bare," while Maggie would get a handspanking on her bare butt for the 5 she ran up. Karen had 3, which only earned her a panty warming, while Wendy was the most improved, having only 1 demerit which carried no spanking penalty at all.

Unfinished Business, by Jeff (October 7, 2014)

In the meantime, Bonnie was frantically trying to break free, while Brenda, abandoned and on her own, decided to complete her mission. Using her superior strength, she pulled the struggling girl forward, literally dragging her toward the foot of the bed, where a storage trunk offered a firm footing for what she had in mind. Reaching the trunk, Brenda planted her left foot near the edge of the brass rim, and handling the squirming teenager like a sack of potatoes, threw her over her left knee. She quickly circled Bonnie's waist and pulled her securely toward her own hip.

The Voyeur, by Silkdreamer (October 7, 2014)

Mel eyed the paddle in Pam’s hand. “You got to be kidding! I’m not going to let you take that to her!”

There wasn’t a trace of beauty in Pam’s face. “That’s your call, you fucking wimp! I’d be just as happy calling the cops…oh, and the local paper too, for that matter! If I remember right Linda here does all sorts of work at the children’s hospital. How do you think they’d feel when they find out their sweet Linda is a peeper as well as a fucking deviant who likes screwing herself with a big plastic cock while people watch? Yeah, they’d LOVE having her near the kids then, wouldn’t they?” Mel jumped to his feet, his hands fists at his side. “You…you…poisonous cunt! Why I wasted one minute on you….”

The Worst Day of Their Lives, by Steve P. (October 3, 2014)

"We know what happened in school today. Nurse Wilson called us. What you two attempted to pull off was reprehensible. Neither of you were brought up to engage in that kind of behavior. If you think you have been punished enough for it, you are sadly mistaken. Not only did you lie to Nurse Wilson, but you also lied to both of us by pretending that nothing unusual happened in school today. We are very disappointed in the two of you, and feel that we have perhaps been remiss in not disciplining both of you more of ten in the past. However, we are now going to make up for lost time. The two of you are going to get another spanking right now, and there will be no mercy shown. We intend to make this spanking one that each of you will remember for a long time. And since we want to be fair to each of you, and we don't know which one of us spanks harder, each of you will get a session over both our laps."

The Young & The Twisted, by Pete (October 3, 2014)

Angela, sniffling and snuffling in the corner, not daring to touch her smarting bottom (which has now begun to itch maddeningly as well), peeks over her shoulder at the bizarre scene. She is appalled at how hard Glenna is spanking Richard. Embarrassed at how blatantly his struggles expose himself, for she knows full well she must have put on an equally erotic and indecent display. She is awed by Glenna, by how completely she has taken control. It is difficult for Angela to believe that Glenna is actually a couple of years younger than Richard and herself, given the way that she now so totally dominates them both. She concedes that she has richly deserved this spanking, afraid it may be just the first of many. She winces empathetically for Richard with every - SMACK THWACKSPLAT WHAP WHACK SMACK WHAP - that implants yet another crimson blister on his cute and chubby buns.

Rock-N-Roll Forever, by Eileen (August 26, 2014)

Mama resumed scolding. Yes, I knew what was going to happen. I had to answer in a clear voice, bent double with the blood rushing to my head, while my brothers and sisters watched. I was going to be paddled. Oh yes, I knew why. Because I had disobeyed my mother. Not only that, I had lied and been sneaky. Yes, I did deserve it. Yes, I knew it was going to hurt. Sure, I probably would be eating my meals standing up for several days. No, no, no, I'd never lie and sneak again! Oh, I meant it, too. The prospect of one of Mama's punishments did wonders toward improving my attitude. Unfortunately, this change of heart only seemed to last as long as the stinging and burning in my rear end, before I'd be tempted once again, and once again sure I could get away with whatever it was I wanted to do, without getting caught.

A Rookie Mistake, by Chuck Wilson (August 26, 2014)

Captain Warner cinched her in tighter around the waist and her wrists being bound, Jennifer found she was unable to protect her denuded bottom. The cheeks colored rapidly under his hard palm and the whiteness was soon replaced by a dusky red shade.

"Owww ..... Please, Captain ..... Ouch ..... I'm sorrryyy .....That's enough ..... Please don't spank me any more ..."

Once again, Captain Warner was hearing the pleas of a little girl while spanking the fully developed buttocks of a grown woman. Jennifer certainly did not resemble a police officer with her pants and panties tangled around her ankles and her reddening behind on display.

Sharing with Sally, by S.S. (August 22, 2014)

Debbie lifted her weight clear of Sally's lap, and as she did so Sally slowly pulled the knickers down, the waistband taking on the contours of Debbie's bum as it slid over it, revealing its pinky-red complexion at the crowns where Sally had so far aimed all her blows. In one continuous movement, the garment slithered all the way to the ankles, where co-operation from Debbie, stepping out one foot at a time, served to remove them altogether. Sally was pleased to note that they were a little wet at the crotch as she glanced them over before tossing them to one side. Without them, the legs stretched away from her lap looked even longer. Before taking hold of the hairbrush, cool fingertips explored the marked areas of the target. They were hot to the touch. It thrilled Sally to the core. "And the best yet to come!" she thought.

Sadie, by Helier (August 22, 2014)

Sadie had had sex both under the bush and at the top of the hill - in fact she had had sex under most of the bushes and at the top of most of the hills in the whole park. The two girls hurried to the top of the nearest hill where Sadie knew there was a dip that hid one conveniently from everyone. When they got there, they looked around. There was no-one anywhere in sight so they turned to face each other. Sadie felt oddly shy - Sarah-Anne really was astonishingly pretty

Rude Awakenings, by Nigel McParr (August 19, 2014)

Her small round bosom, button-round bottom, and slender thighs shone like polished ivory in the amber light of the bed lamp. She held her hands tightly knuckled at her sides. Her thickly braided strawberry blonde hair caught the faint light, shimmered like spun copper and gold . Her fine facial features and her large round eyes made her look like an ivory doll. Geraldine was proud of Susanne's hair. She braided it every morning before Susanne left for school, pleating the long shining strands into a pair of thick braids that swung in twin arcs over Susanne's seat. For Sunday church, she coiled the long braids and pinned them tightly to the sides of Susanne's head with a pair of tortoise shell combs. While other girls wore bobs and fancy perms to school, Geraldine kept Susanne in old fashioned braids.

Rueful Rendezvous, by Alan O. (August 19, 2014)

But this was only the beginning. Slowly and methodically, six more agonizing times the swishy cane rang out its intonation of burning torment against Donna's wriggling, rapidly reddening bottom cheeks. Despite her plaints, squeals, heart rendering cries for pardon, despite the impressive leg-kicking, bottom-wriggling contortions she performed, the unsympathetic headmistress lifted the thin rod once again. And Donna, glancing back, her eyes blinded by tears, felt that she could bear the punishment no longer. Loudly sobbing, she pushed herself up from the table and stood up, clutching her burning bottom with both hands. "Oh, please, Miss Arnold, please don't c-c-cane my b-bottom anymore--please, oh, please! I can't stand the pain, truly I can't!"

The Cheating Wife & the Strapping Mother-in-Law, by A.L. Purvis (August 15, 2014)

A lighter thought closed Evelyn's mouth. She said, "I bet you never strapped a married woman my age before."

"Yes, I did," Ma Fay said. She snickered. "When J. Ray went off to Desert Storm, Hope came home with her kids to stay with me 'til he got back. She was twenty-eight then, married, and the mother of two, but I didn't have to put up with her insolence in my own home. Or anywhere else for that matter, she's still my daughter."

Evelyn imagined the statuesque Hope Bryant Henshaw writhing naked on a bed while Ma Fay whacked her with a thick cowboy belt. But that didn't turn out to be the case.

Claire's Holiday Marks (August 15, 2014)

For what seemed a second or two I felt no pain and began to think, `I can take this okay.' Boy, was I wrong! A burning sensation, like sitting on the edge of a hot stove, suddenly seared right across my cheeks, where the cane had landed and then I felt the whip of the end embedding itself in my thigh. With that one stroke I knew I'd rather have three paddle licks than one well applied cane stroke!

Cathy & Her Naughty Sister, by Don Burton (August 12, 2014)

Hearing this, Julie immediately sprang to her feet and went to her vanity. "Okay!... I'll be down in a minute," she quickly answered. Standing at her mirror, she quickly ran a comb through her hair, then touched up her makeup. As she stood there she wondered if her parents had informed her sister of her recent attempt to steal from their mother's purse, and the resulting paddling on her panties her mother had given her for it.Well, I didn't hear them say anything to her about the theft, or even the paddling I got from Mom for it.... So, since Cathy doesn't know about any of that, I'll use this opportunity to rip something off from the mall. Jewelry sounds good, she decided. She quickly checked herself in the mirror. Makeup applied; hair brushed... Got my formfitting, pink short-sleeve shirt and skintight blue jeans on. All set, she thought with a smile. With that, she grabbed her purse, then turned and ran out of her bedroom and headed toward the stairs.

Chloe, by Helier (August 12, 2014)

She lifted her skirt and turned to face the back wall. Amid general amusement, Henry politely offered to let Brogan do it but Brogan equally politely declined, Henry insisted and finally Brogan stepped forward and, taking the flimsy garment in his thick fingers, tugged it firmly downwards until Annette's round red bottom, bearing all the marks of the slaps so far, was displayed. The room went very quiet. Annette bent forward a little and Brogan regarded her gravely for a moment before delivering two thunderous slaps that made Annette's buttocks jump wildly.

Kathy Gets What She Deserves, by BC & Wife (August 8, 2014)

Smack after smack of the floorboard cooked up the young woman’s ass hotter and hotter as the spanking went on and on. Kathy again found herself unable to do anything, but kick and bawl. She hadn’t thought it possible for anything to hurt any more than the terrible strapping she had received earlier that day in the boss’s office, but this whaling was much hotter. It felt like this damn cop was spanking all the skin right off her ass.

Roseacre Hall, by James Fox (August 8, 2014)

The tears were rolling down her face and she was holding onto the spars of the chair for dear life. Only three to go she told herself. She forgot to close her eyes as directed and watched as Mrs Jarvis' legs took their three or four brisk steps towards her waiting exposed bottom. The blow landed with a dull thud as if her flesh had become anaesthetised. She felt it push her forward and the legs of the chair scrape along the floor. As she watched Mrs Jarvis' legs walking away, the pain began to rise; slowly at first, but building towards a fiery crescendo. By the time Mrs Jarvis was poised to deliver the penultimate stroke, Pamela's bottom was a seething mass of pain. She closed her eyes and prayed that her legs had the strength to hold her upright. Then came the familiar drumming of the high heels on the wooden floor, the sharp squealing as the long thin cane blurred through the air and the terrible crack as it found its target. Her feet actually left the ground.

The Purloined Tapes, by Steve Ivy (August 5, 2014)

That unfortunate young lady's lack of quickness was rewarded by five proper whacks with the ever-present paddle against her bare bottom while lying helplessly across the lap of the seated brunette. Following the kiss of polished wood against her tender young buns, the disconcerted freshman was then given the opportunity to recite the complicated chapter creed after hearing it repeated once by the president. If she managed to complete it accurately, the lucky pair seated on the cold metal chairs would have to match her feat or suffer her fate. The competition continued until all three had committed the treatise to memory +and performed it flawlessly, which did not occur until all three had survived close to fifty hard licks.

Miss Suzy Q, by C. Flint (August 5, 2014)

I did not let her finish. “It’s Sunday,” I repeated. As I spoke, however, I recognized how depressing the spartan motel and its cinder block rooms would be on a gray Sunday. Suzanne had made no friends in our small town and, if I turned her away, it would have been a bleak and boring day for her. She might have forgotten the bond between us but I had not. I opened the door for her. “God told man to rest on Sunday” I told her. “and then He gave us NFL football as a reason to relax. You are welcome to come in and drink my beer and watch my television and even have some dinner– pan fried chicken – but no business will we discuss today.”

Alice's Boss, by T.B. (August 1, 2014)

Like every other time before, there was no answer from Tina as she pushed her fingertip past her anal opening. She then added a second finger, causing Alice to yelp like she did earlier when Tina was spanking the bejesus out of her. She pushed her fingers into Alice's tight, virgin asshole and slid them all the way down her colon until her fingertips were pushing past her sphincter. Alice's asshole clenched tightly around Tina's penetrating digits and she was gritting her teeth as her eyes welled up with tears from the incredible pain she was feeling. Tina butt-fucked Alice with her two fingers like they were one big dick. Alice had never had her bum penetrated by anything before, not even her ownfinger; but, just like with Tina's previous spanking, the pain was soon replaced with a uniquely pleasurable sensation that Alice had never experienced before. This huge wave began to form in the pit of her loins and came gushing out of her in a torrent, splattering on Tina's hand and rolling down the back of her legs. Tina removed her fingers out of Alice's asshole and gazed down in lustful wonderment at Alice's hot come that was glistening on her skin. She bent over and lapped up her juices hungrily from her swollen pussy and legs. When she was finished licking Alice clean like a cat and licking off her own fingers, she patted her on the ass a few more times and finally allowed her to get up, which she did without hesitation. Alice stood next to Tina's chair again and was about to pull up her panties and pull down her dress when Tina suddenly stopped her by telling her, "Give me your panties."

Michelle's Wish Comes True, by Thomas Bruns (August 1, 2014)

Michelle was surprised at how formal everything was. She was even more astonished at how simple-minded some of the instructions seemed. The booklet began with the preparation process. She was to have someone drive her to the punishment facility, as she would probably have great difficulty sitting for some time after the paddling. She was to be wearing only shoes, a bra, blouse, panties, and a loose skirt. Socks were optional, but no pantyhose were allowed. Should it be the wrong time of the month, thong-style panties could be worn in lieu of more conservative panties so as to keep a sanitary napkin in place. Jeans were absolutely not allowed. To satisfy the curiosity of the female readers, it was explained that male offenders could, of course, wear loose fitting jeans to their own paddlings but were required to bring along a knee-length bathrobe. The reason for this was that the buttocks were usually painfully swollen following the paddling and jeans were far too restrictive, from a medical standpoint, and far too abrasive. When the paddling was finished, the females could simply leave off their panties and allow the loose skirt to cover their nether regions. Males had no such luxury, so they had to wear the bathrobe on the ride home.

Serving Mistress Abracadabra by Rachel Heath (July 29, 2014)

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! The soft, slender male ass cheeks bounced and jiggled furiously as they pinkened. Mistress Abra loved  this sight; it made her cunt clench with tension as it warmed and got wet.

Slumber Party Slapping by Randy Slapp (July 29, 2014)

"WA wa no Waaaa" SMACK CRACK the long spanking kept up, the slapper just a blur in mother's hand. Jackie's behind was a cherry red and she wiggled under the slapper but couldn't stop the burning brush from bouncing off her scorched skin. Eventually the last slap cracked against the girl's fanny and mother released her victim. Even right in front of her friends, Jackie couldn't help but leap to her feet, hands clutching her blistered bare bottom as she pranced around the room yelling how much "it stings.. .owww . . . it stings . . . god . ."
I probably knew better than Cathy and Kim how much their friend's pain filled her, and the humiliation of the scene was obvious in Jackie's tear -swollen eyes, but both witnesses looked almost as distressed as I felt, although it crossed my mind that Cathy and Kim might have had their own bottoms bared and smacked before.

Kerry's Last Spanking by A.B. (July 25, 2014)

Once she thought about the spanking position, though, Kerry couldn't help also thinking about what would happen after she assumed it. She'd lie there with all her weight pressing onto her stomach, the blood rushing downhill into her face and turning it red. But it wasn't just gravity that caused that, it was the shameless elevation of her bottom, covered only by a thin, snug-fitting pair of nylon panties. If she wore a skirt, it would have been flipped up; if she wore jeans or, as tonight, shorts, she would have taken them off before bending over. Turning up her bottom like this always made it feel ten times bigger than it was.

Susan's Seventeenth Summer by Agi (July 25, 2014)

Immediately after Katherine had been placed in the correct position, Betty took hold of her panties and pulled them down to mid-thigh. This was a grand bottom that was revealed, two big, white apple cheeks looking firm yet resilient, tightly spaced with a deep groove. And even though she kept her thighs closely together, we could see wisps of black hair peeping out beneath her bottom cheeks.

Amanda by Helier (July 22, 2014)

Roughly she pulled her daughter's underwear down to near her knees and, ignoring her squeals she set about giving her a very thorough spanking with the strap. Very soon the girl was weeping loudly, squirming with pain, and Amanda was looking around anxiously at her. She didn't have long to wait because Emily was determined that neither of these conspirators should get off lightly. She left her daughter to cry and started on Amanda's already burning thighs. Amanda was even less able to take it than her writhing friend. Quickly she was jigging up and down in a most undignified manner and wailing like a six year-old. All in all I was surprised how sharply Emily set about disciplining these two girls but I suppose she felt they deserved everything they got. One way or the other it was very pleasing to look at. I was getting a huge erection and Suzanne, standing next to me, was shifting her thighs together and her breathing was decidedly excited.

Mrs. Bates & the Roommates, Part Two, by Jason (July 22, 2014)

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! Shannon tried to stay stoic, but little moans were beginning to escape her throat. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! Kim was crying quietly after three, but stayed mostly still. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! Lisa took Mrs Bates' advice and tried to stay as quiet as possible under the circumstances, but squirmed and kept kicking her legs with each application of the strap. She was sobbing loudly however and trying to wipe away tears. She almost put her hand over her bottom, but stopped herself

Mrs. Bates & the Roommates, Part One, by Jason (July 18, 2014)

Once all three naked roommates were in their corners, standing in the manner Mrs Bates had decreed, she sat down in a sturdy straight back chair, the same chair she had sat in to spank Shannon and her sister Katherine as they grew up. She was holding the same oval shaped, wood hairbrush she had used since they were both nine. "I will call you over to my side in the same order you were put in the corners for your first spanking, a sound application of the hairbrush over my knees on your bare bottoms. I'll be watching the other two, and if I see one or both turn around to watch, it will mean additional spanking with my wood paddle for all three before your baths and enemas. I hope I've made myself understood." She paused for a few seconds, then, satisfied that her words had been listened to and her charges would obey them, she called out, "Lisa, come to my right side."

Lazy Hostess Beware, by Nancy (July 18, 2014)

Dorothy quivered as Nancy ran her hand up her buttocks and on up to push the blouse up Dorothy's back. Nancy smiled as she looked down at the very feminine cheeks. Dorothy was really a beautiful woman, no matter how you looked at her. Her bottom was well proportioned and creamy white. Even bent in such a way as Nancy had her, her butt didn't look awkward.

Megan's Mother, Part Two, by C. Flint (July 15, 2014)

I took her hands and pulled gently. I expected Kathy to struggle as Megan had done when I saw Kathy spank her but Kathy followed my lead without resistance and toppled slowly over my lap. Her lithe body bumped gently as it came in contact with my thighs. She stretched out with her toes and hands on the floor as though being sprawled over my lap like a naughty child was nothing out of the ordinary. The bare white expanse of her buttocks stared up at me. I had seen Kathy's bare behind before but never from this perspective. Kathy had a trim and muscular backside that filled the seat of her tight jeans. As her hips pressed against my legs it seemed to expand and fill my lap. It looked much larger than it actually was and far closer to my face than I had expected. Kathy's buttocks firmed into two hard mounds as she tensed the muscles of her back and legs. Then, with a sigh, she relaxed. As she did, her buttocks seemed to soften, There were slight ripples as Kathy began to shake.

Second Time Around, by Ed Finn (July 15, 2014)

The next five minutes were the longest of Becky’s life. Her mother lectured her, dredging up every little mistake she had made in the last five years -- or so it seemed. And she demanded explanations for her those transgressions. The best Becky could come up with were a few, “I don’t know’s,” and “But, I’s...” and, the one that worked best, “Yes, Mother.”

Sometimes Crime Does Pay, Kessily (July 11, 2014)

As soon as she was alone Alex had began to shake. She couldn’t go to jail, she just couldn’t. The idea of being spanked didn’t sound so bad. Kids got spanked all the time and they managed to survive it. Alex tried to convince herself that the spanking would hurt just a little and then it would be over and she wouldn’t be in trouble anymore.

Megan's Mother, by C. Flint (July 11, 2014)

I saw the hairbrush crash into Megan's backside before I heard moan the splat of the hairbrush or Megan's moan. Megan's mother did not raise the hairbrush high less than a foot off the surface of Megan's bottom, but it sped so quickly to Megan's backside that is was just a blur in the air. I saw it flatten one side of Megan's bottom and ripples of flesh as it thudded deep into her flesh. Just as her legs kicked out, the loud report of the first swat reached me. It sounded like a gunshot breaking the pastoral silence of the neighborhood. Megan's cry of pain was the next thing I heard but, by the time it faded the hairbrush had risen to her mother's shoulders and fell again on the other side of Megan's backside. Now there was an angry pink mark on both sides of her rear end. I realized that I was holding my breath as I watched.

Phoebe by Helier (July 7, 2014)

Hesitantly Phoebe hitched her panties down over her bottom and, with her face fire-red, she bent over the stool and got as comfortable as she could in the circumstances. Luckily it was padded and there was a cross-bar near the floor for her to hold on to but she was painfully aware of what she must look like. She thought of the teen kids she had spent the afternoon with at the milk-bar in the village. They had been really impressed - they thought she was the coolest thing since ice-cubes. Boy, would they laugh if they could see her now - about to get it on her bare bottom. She thought of Shana, the tall kid in the mini with the big eyes. The way that girl looked at her - if Phoebe had told her it was cool to play with herself in public she would have done it right there in front of everyone. It turned Phoebe on to have so much power. She was going to pay for it now.

A Warm Welcome by Rosy B. Goode (July 7, 2014)

Abigail knew her niece must be mighty uncomfortable bumping along in the heat. She had meant to offer her the straw hat or sunbonnet, but Suzanna's conducthad left no doubt in her mind as to how that offer would be received. Best wait until they were home, where she could tend to certain things properly. Her palm itched and she gave a soft sigh. Lemual, sensitive as always to her moods, looked down at her with a smile and a twinkle in his eye and took one hand off the reins long enough to pat her hand briefly. She looked up at him gratefully and gave his hand a little squeeze. All these years together and he could still make her heart turn plumb over sometimes. His confidence was a balm to the heart She decided to do her best to forget their cranky new baggage and enjoy the ride home through the clear warm air.

Katya by Helier (July 4, 2014)

"Oh ... oh ... " Romy tried to touch her toes again but knowing what was coming she couldn't help jerking and twisting her legs away. Julia was mesmerised by Romy's reactions. She was terrified but she could also see something beautiful and erotic in it. Her hands, still covering her pubic hair, began pressing and rubbing on the mound of her sex. Katya gave Romy's shaking legs three more even sharper deliveries, this time starting and finishing with a backhand stroke. Romy cried wildly, crouching down and clutching her burning thighs. Katya, sharply criticising her for her weakness, made her straighten up and take four more before she stopped. Julia began to cry in her confusion, knowing she would be next but at the same time feeling the intense sexual pleasure of her fingers on her swollen clit.

Mother-Daughter Driving Lessons by David Stone (July 4, 2014)

He left his daughter in the den and went upstairs to their bedroom. The sight that greeted him was a particularly compelling one: Harriet was nude from the waist, bent low over the bed, backside raised for punishment. Her bare cheeks were already red, with small semi-circular welts indicated where the holes in The Stinger had bit her tender flesh.

He shut the door behind him. "So," he said, "are you ready to wrap this up?"

Naughty Newlywed by Juliette (July 1, 2014)

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The heavy wooden hairbrush fell again and again, turning Taylor’s bare bottom a dark shade of red. Taylor squirmed even harder against the arm of the couch, and amazingly, felt herself getting wet. She was mortified that Aunt Mildred might notice, but if she did, she didn’t let on about it. Just kept applying the hairbrush in a steady rhythm.

Noisy Neighbors by Felicity (July 1, 2014)

A few minutes later, John then turned the tearful girl around to face him one again, took her by the hand and pulled down across his knee, pushed up her skirt and pulled down her knickers. And though knew what was coming and was desperate to run away, without a word the girl put her hands behind her head, bit her lip and waited for it to begin.

Mischief at the Mansion by Jason (June 27, 2014)

"Remove your shoes and stand up, young ladies," said Mrs Bates. She walked to the couch and turned Deena around. When Mrs Bates pulled down the zipper, Deena opened her mouth in shock and to register a protest. Instead she jumped and yelped when Mrs Bates smacked the back of her skirt with her hand. "If you can swim naked in the pool, Miss Deena, you can be spanked in your bra and panties here in the study." Deena's shoulders slumped in resignation and she allowed her dress and half slip to be removed, leaving her in pink silk Victoria's Secret bra and panties. Mrs Bates pinched the earlobe and led the young lady to a corner. "Nose in the corner, elbows touching the walls, hands clasped behind you just like in your apartment. Do not move and I will take you out of the corner to your spankings." The orders were emphasized with another crisp spank on the panty seat. Mrs Bates went back to the couch to undress the others.

Two by Randy by Randy Slapp (June 27, 2014)

But there was something about slapping my hand on all those rumps, on all those silky shorts and sometimes on the bare thighs, the girls squealed and skated faster after each SMACK! Until soon I started delivering spanks to the last three skaters (out of nine) and the rink would echo with every loud CLAP and yelp! 'Course, if the last three could whiz by in a bunch, I'd be forced to pick one or two deserving fannies to smack, letting one skater get by.

Even Teenage Super Heroes Get Disciplined, Part One by Dr. Dlaniger(June 24, 2014)

The heiress was naked and tied spread-eagle on her bed. Her vagina and anus wereplugged with large penis shaped dildo vibrators-switched on, lubricated, and buzzing. There were also electrodes attached to her nipples-generating incrediblesexual pleasure through her body. She had orgasm eight times since being hooked up to the sexual stimulation devices. As Scionic-girl looked at her, she climaxed a ninth time-cryingut in loud ecstasy as her body stiffened and shook.

Wash Day, Part One by Nigel McParr (June 24, 2014)

Adah’s hairbrush continued to rise and fall in a deadly smooth cadence. Her arm worked as smoothly as a mechanical toy, spanking one cheek and thigh, then the other. Ella’s seat was florid; mottled with deep scarlet and pearl-white patches. Adah spanked every inch of Ella’s seat. She would not stop until she’d completely covered Ella’s bottom with a thick coat of blistering smacks. It took her another minute of steady spanking before she was satisfied that Ella had had enough. Her daughter was blubbering like a five year old when Adah finally eased her off her lap.

Get Off the Bus by W. Arthur (June 20, 2014)

However, her movements, tears, and appeals for mercy were completely ignored. Mary had her own sense of justice, and that justice had to be satisfied. After a few minutes of the steady rain of cruel hairbrush kisses, Mary began to slow down. She was breathing heavily and sweating profusely. Finally, after about 60 of her best, she stopped and released her grip on Allison’s wrist. By now, Allison had ceased all activity and was limp.

A Night at the Spank Factory by Jason (June 20, 2014)

'My bottom's stinging like I never thought possible, Mistress, but I canwalk all right." Not taking any chances, Devon led Alice through a door into the adjoining softly lighted recovery room. She helped her lie face down on the satin sheets of a daybed, then placed cold packs on the bright red swollen bottom cheeks. Sitting down beside her client, Devon let her take some cool water through a straw, then kissed the back of her neck. "You were wonderful, so brave to fulfill your fantasy. You rest for a little while and I'll be back with some soothing skin cream. Your bottom is rather parched right now, and will need the moisture if you're to drive home tonight."

Claudia & Euphemia by Helier (June 17, 2014)

She lay over Aunt Heidi's knee - skirt pulled up, panties down - and closed her eyes tight as the spanking started. Her aunt smacked her bottom very hard and with startling energy. She was stronger than she looked and very practiced at punishing young women. As the eldest sister, she had often spanked Claudine's mother too - in that case it had done little good but she had felt it was her duty to try as hard as she could. Claudine's mother had never contested Heidi's right to spank her but it was as though the more she was spanked the more determined she was to do whatever she wanted to do. By the time she realized that what she wanted was threatening to destroy her, it was too late. Perhaps it was that knowledge that led Claudine to submit so completely to Heidi's authority. She loved her mother dearly but she definitely didn't want to follow the path she had taken in life, even if she had now finally fought her way back.

Patty Gets a Spanking by Ralph Greco (June 17, 2014)

“Careful what you wish for…look, Patty I don’t want to hurt you, you know that. But this is really getting me wet. O.K., there I admit it. And I can feel you on me, I know even the thought of the ruler has got to be getting to you.”

Claudia by Helier (June 13, 2013)

Suddenly a little short of breath, Claudia stepped back and watched fascinated as the cane whistled down, leaving four long red weals all across Camille's tender buttocks. As she stood listening to the girl's agonized cries, Claudia realized that, right from the start, she had made a dreadful mistake. Knowing now what they had to face in Mr Brent's office, she could see why they resented her so much for not punishing them herself. The thought of punishing the girls she taught frankly terrified her but somehow she now knew she would have to learn. They all loved Hetty Leonard and perhaps Hetty could afford their love; for herself, Claudia realized that, to teach them, she needed their respect.

Life in a Small Town by Mike Burke (June 13, 2013)

WHAP-WHAP-WHAP. Three times the meaty hand fell on the already stinging right cheek. WHAP-WHAP-WHAP. Now the left orb felt an identical assault. WHAP-WHAP-WHAP. Quickly, Tracy's feet were in constant motion and her lungs came to life, filling the room with "OHH-OHHs” and "Ouch-OUCH!” WHAP-WHAP-WHAP. Even when Tracy guessed correctly where her father's hand would fall next, it didn't help. WHAP-WHAP-WHAP. He was just too strong and too powerful for her delicate rear end. WHAP-WHAP-WHAP. No matter how many times she had felt her father's fury before, the oldest daughter had never been able to develop a tougher hide. WHAP;WHAP;WHAP. The heavy hand was winning all the battles as Tracy's bottom cheeks were compressed after each meeting. WHAP-WHAP-WHAP.

Krystal & Stephanie by Helier (June 10, 2014)

"At first she tried to spank me with her hand; but you know what I'm used to. Mom spanked me as if I was made of old carpet. It just didn't hurt when Stephanie did it - and strangely, the same was true when I did it to her. So we bought the strap. We really wanted to be able to punish each other properly."

A Mother Learns to Spank by Jon (June 10, 2014)

Marie really took Linda's advice to heart. "Start with several minutes of firm hand spanking," her friend had suggested. "This will warm up her little bottom and provide the perfect base for the hairbrush." Linda was right. Each stinging spank put a little more pink onto her squirming daughter's formerly alabaster bottom. Marie sent several well placed spanks into the tender part of Lindsey's bottom, where her trim thighs met her firm behind. "This æsit-spot' is a very sensitive area," Linda had advised. "Make sure you spend a good amount of time on this region. That way the little minx will feel it every time she sits down." Marie smiled as she delivered four more firm spanks to her daughter's sit-spot. By Lindsey's reaction it would seem Linda was right.

Duchess & Sharla by Rachel Heath (June 6, 2014)

Sharla sank to her hands and knees. "And pull your skirt up while you'er at it so everyone can see your pretty bottom." Sharla pulled her skirt up over her waist and began crawling. 'Just a minute," Duchess said. Sharla stopped. The Duchess continued, "Lower your head, face to the floor, and raise your ass up high in the air, as high as you can get it, That's it, baby Now, swing those hips, swing 'e m nice and wide, Yeah, good job, girl."

Surprising Changes in the Stance Household, Part Two by SFG (June 6, 2014)

Immediately after she was off the line with her friend Sally Lawton, Mrs. Stance made another call, this one to the Whitter household. Her very good friend, Sarah Whitter answered the phone and Mrs. Stance and she talked for a few minutes before Hannah’s mother signaled the main reason for her call: she wished to talk to Bob. But before Mr. Whitter was called to the phone, Alice Stance explained to her good friend why she needed to talk to her husband. Briefly, but in sufficient detail, she told Sarah Whitter about the phone call she had received the month before and as a result of that one call, she decided to use spanking, and only spanking, as the mode of discipline in her household from now. Additionally, she of course told her friend of the hairbrush spanking Hannah had in fact received today. She continued to explain that she had, with the consultation of her new friend Sally Lawton in Colson Maine, decided that she needed something else to bolster the disciplinary regime in her home—she needed Bob to make her a ‘punishment’ table or bench over which Hannah, as well as Paula, and even Russ would be secured if they required a proper punishment.

Linda Lu & Mary Ellen by BC & Wife (May 30, 2014)

Linda Lu’s face was wet with tears, too, even though her spanking hadn’t even begun. As soon as she got to Mr. Appleby’s side he flipped her over his knee and flipped up her dress. Her panties went down so fast it was like she hadn’t been wearing any in the first place. For a very short moment she wondered how he could bare her ass so fast. Then she felt the terrible burning pain of the awful ruler whacking her bare behind.

Surprising Changes in the Stance Household, Part One by SFG (May 30, 2014)

“I do not care,” Mrs. Stance stated emphasizing each word individually, “I will give you a choice, but the offer is on the table only once. Either you accept your punishment, the punishment I have decided is appropriate and that is a bare bottomed spanking, or you can move out NOW. And I mean right NOW! Its your decision.” A long pause ensued as Hannah was left stewing in her guilt, her resentment, and the realization of all the things she had done in the past five years to completely screw up her life, including most particularly, her complete failure, at considerable financial costs to her parents, at college. She suddenly felt small, guilty, and vulnerable. She knew she really had no choice. She had to dramatically clean up her behavior and comportment, and her mother was indeed offering her a way to change her life, and change it significantly. To her mother’s amazement, Hannah uttered the fateful words.

Ask & Ye Shall Receive by Ed Finn (May 23, 2014)

She hesitated only a split second before drawing the panties clear down to Melanie's knees, having quickly decided to spare Charles this new bit of information further indicating wantonness on the part of his obviously hormone crazed daughter. She would have to have a heart to heart with Mel later, because Charles would never understand; Mel being his daughter, he would be blinded to reason. Fathers are notoriously close minded when it comes to accepting the sexual blossoming of their daughters, Nonetheless, the genie of sex, once loosed, can never be returned to the bottle. But that was tomorrow's problem; right now it was time to teach one naughty teenager, whose unveiled posterior, Liz was just noticing, was the most perfectly spankable bottom imaginable, a lesson she would not soon forget....

Night Worker by ZZ (May 23, 2014)

After telling Christina to stay exactly as she was until she got back Mrs. Roxbury walked across the street to the Ethier's house. Armand Ethier answered the doorbell and invited her in. She explained the purpose of her visit to Armand and his wife Marie and they replied that they had just the thing for the job. Armand left the room and returned with a black strap. When he handed it to Mrs. Roxbury she was surprised to find that it was made of rubber.

Cerise & the Finch Sisters by Helier (May 16, 2014)

Dani got it last. Because she was a dorm monitor of whom better things were to be expected, May pulled down Dani’s panties and made her bend over a desk. From the resources closet, May took a long cane that she kept for serious cases. Cerise saw Dani looking back over her shoulder and groaning a little when she saw what she had coming. Cerise was glad it wasn’t her – she was scared of the cane. Once she had had a tantrum on the film set when things weren’t going well. She had been out late the night before which she normally never did if she was working and, in her tired state, she had a disagreement with the director and ended up screaming at her. Claire, Cerise’s trusted companion, patched things up and they finished the day’s filming. Cerise apologized afterwards to the director and the crew for her behavior but Claire told her that wasn’t enough.

Different Strokes by Bridget Striker (May 16, 2014)

Having developed an immediate and quite sensible dread of ever being stuck with that cane again, I desisted from trying to dissuade my aunt from her plan of action regarding myself, and encouraged Sammie to please be very cautious in discussing it with her mother lest she herself be caned. Samantha had apparently lost some of her dread of that particular punishment or else been away from home long enough to think herself one of the adults, I know not which of the two was the cause of her folly.

The Four O'Clock Appontment by Felicity (May 9, 2014)

At this point, seeing Mrs Green reaching into the drawer of her desk and pulling out her trusty leather paddle most clients had screamed the safe word at the top of their lungs as they ran screaming back down the corridor, through reception and out of the door. But despite trembling with unadulterated terror and sobbing uncontrollably before the teacher had even laid a finger on them, the four of the girls somehow managed to hold their ground.

Biology by James (May 9, 2014)

Seven feet three and three inches to Rachel’s right, Sophie Evans-Rees gritted her teeth. She still felt light-headed with shock, but now also blazingly angry that this woman thought she could do this to her, no, that this woman could do this to her. It was in the rules, and she knew how much sympathy her parents would give her in this situation. None. She had therefore to accept it. Like Ally said, when he went into a hard tackle, “you are not going to die”. Slowly, she took the hem of her skirt, and began to lift it, half smiling withembarrassment and disbelief. The latter sensation disappeared rapidly as she located her panties and then thumbed them down to her stocking tops, feeling her skirt brush against the sensitive skin of her buttocks. The navy blue fabric just tickled the summit of each one. It was distinctly draughty. She was abruptly reminded of when Matron had given her an injection in her bottom last year, and how strange it had felt to be draped over the examination couch in what had seemed at the time a quite unnecessarily elaborate ritual for delivering a jab, with her skirt up and her pants taken right down. But as it was a tetanus shot after she had fallen over when drunk, and Matron was kind enough not to report her indiscretion to the Head, she hadn’t objected. And it had somehow felt appropriate, given how silly she’d been. Was this the same feeling? Did she deserve this? Her head spun. Slowly she lowered herself towards the chair seat, grateful to have something to lean on.

A Spanking from Mother by Alan O. (May 2, 2015)

Meanwhile Mary looked through the closet and found a leather belt that had been her husband's. Folding it over into the instrument of punishment so familiar to children everywhere, she returned to the bed. She stood to the left of the girl and was pleased that her daughter had done as she was ordered. She took in the girl's full, round, chubby bottom with its smooth, pale skin and thought to herself that the bottom was going to take a darn good strapping. Then when Lena glanced over her left shoulder at her, the woman could plainly see the fearful, pleading look in the teenager's pretty, wide eyes. Seeing that face, now so sweet and childlike, Mary could feel her anger start to melt and she found herself feeling sorry for the girl. But she resolved to give Lena the licking she deserved. Lena turned her face away and waited.

Jane by Helier (May 2, 2015)

Soraya began to spank Jane over the tight wetness of her bikini bottoms. She was not forceful at first but Jane's skin was still quite cool and she felt a distinct sting from each slap. Tina had drawn back and was watching her face intently as the first smacks landed. Jane smiled as the smarting became a little worse. It made her want to giggle and she felt jumpy and sort of foolish having her bottom smacked. She tried to lie still and take it in a grown_up way but it wasn't easy. Soraya's hand was quite firm and she was obviously stronger than she looked. Several smacks landed on her bare thighs and they stung much more than the others, making Jane gasp. She really wanted to control herself but soon she was wriggling and giving little involuntary cries as the smacks Soraya was giving her got even hotter. Tina was kissing her, exploring her mouth with her tongue and drinking in her distress. Jane also realised that Tina's hands were softly pressing on her breasts and slipping down inside her bikini top to cradle them. The feelings of pleasure were almost as strong as the feelings of pain and discomfort and Jane began to want Soraya to smack her harder. At that moment, the spanking stopped.

Judy's Dilemma by ZZ (April 25, 2014)

Up till this point Judy had been thinking about Ted so much that she had not given much thought to her upcoming correction. That changed when she saw the ruler in her mother's strong hand. The sight of that wicked implement made her swallow hard and her knees grew weak. Seventeen inches long, two inches wide and three eighth inches thick the ruler was made of oak. The sting from it was vicious. Her mother sat down in the chair facing Judy and motioned for her to get over her lap. Even though her clothing was always lowered for her punishments as she walked to her mother her nakedness made her feel even more vulnerable. Fear was sending chills down her back.

The Boarding House by Sam (April 25, 2014)

When Katy finished and turned towards me my hands were stroking the fronts of my thighs which were shaking. The points of my breasts were hard and I felt like she could see them, even though I was wearing a bra and a heavy sweater. She smiled at me and I felt very ashamed. I didn't know why I was reacting the way that I did but something told me I was doing something bad. Katy ignored the two girls sobbing over the couch and stood right in front of me. She reached out to stroke my hair and I was so nervous that I jerked my head away. Her eyes narrowed and she looked angry. She told me to take her bags up to her mother's room and wait for her there.

Frank and Emma and Sally by MS (April 19, 2014)

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! The hairbrush visited two spots on Franny's right behind cheek. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! Two spots on the summit of her left cheek felt the burn of the punishing brush. Franny again tossed her head, her long hair flying, and loudly moaned, trying very hard not to cry out and embarrass herself in front of the onlooking Sally. SMACK, CRACK, SMACK, SMACK! Two more spots received the burning kisses of Auntie Emma's hairbrush. CRACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! Again the hairbrush rained fire upon the now writhing and bounding behind. Franny's legs kicked straight out, bent fully at the knees and kicked out a second time. Her head shook from side to side as if violently saying "NO" as the fiery sting from the hairbrush had its' telling effect on the poor, punished girl. Emma again raised the hairbrush on high and brought it down in eight fast and furious loud smacks on the bounding bare behind before her. Poor naughty Franny kicked her legs and her crimsoning bounding behind arched and widened in a frenzied movement to avoid the fiery kisses of the punishing hairbrush. She had been crying and blubbering for some time now, completely forgetting her promise to herself to be brave in front of Sally. Emma knew about bravery during spanking as she herself had had the same lofty goals when she had been spanked by her mother years before. She also knew that no young lady could resolve to be stoic during one of her spankings and Emma thought with pride that, once again, she had broken Franny's resolve. And broken it she had. As Emma continued applying the hairbrush to the tossing bare behind, Franny began to "sing" to the cadence of the punishing spanks. "Ow, ow, ohhh, pleeease, ow, please stop!" sang the crying young girl, "pleeeease, Auntie Emma, it hurts, it hurts!" Paying no attention to the sobbing and blubbering, Emma continued to discipline her young charge. SMACK CRACK, SMACK, SMACK!! "Oww, oohhh nooo, oowww, ooowwwww!", sang the punished Franny. Her legs kicked frantically, the movements restricted by the downpulled underpants at her knees. Her head tossed up and down and side to side, now and then stopping while twisted backwards to rivet her tear-filled eyes on her own burning behind as it tossed and writhed. Smack, smack, smack, smack to the right side; crack, smack, crack, crack to the left, the hairbrush continued its' unbroken movements, painting the poor punished behind to a crimson glow. Franny was beside herself with pain, her bounding, leaping behind seeming to have a mind of its' own as the hairbrush continued to sear its' painful message upon the punished crimson nates. Her blubbering was becoming more and more unintelligible as the spanking continued and a virtual river of tears was flowing down her cheeks. And still Emma continued her bare-bottomed discipline, believing all the time that the best spanking for a young girl like Franny was the kind that evoked the loud cries and wrenching sobs that Franny was emitting right now.

Machinist, Mentor & Mother by Bruce (April 19, 2014)

Unable to stop crying, Barbara’s shoulders shook with her fitful sobs, her lower lip sucking in and out of her mouth just as if she were 3 rather than 23. Tired and thoroughly annoyed with her daughter’s reluctance to accept her well deserved punishment, Marrion again slipped her fingers into the waistband of Barbara’s girdle and giving it a firm tug, she slowly pulled it down inside out over the girl’s wide hips and buttocks. Bulging out over the retreating edge of her girdle, Barbara’s panty clad bottom quivered ever so slightly despite the fact that she was clenching her cheeks together as tightly as possible. Dragging the inverted girdle down her daughter’s thighs, Marrion pushed it below her knees and watched it slide down her calves and puddle around her ankles, the silk stockings still attached to her garters slipping down her legs and bagging out around her full calves. Returning her hands to Barbara’s hips, she slipped her thumbs inside the waistband, expanded it on both sides and then quickly whisked the panties down over Barbara’s full bottom, turning them inside out and pushing them down until they were dangling in a forlorn puddle just below the sobbing, crimson cheeked girl’s knees.





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