Female/Female Stories

Linda's Last Chance, by Bruce (October 24, 2016)

Tears of shame and frustration were coursing down Linda’s cheeks as Miss Smith was saying this but, as she finished, Linda’s resistance seemed to dissolve and with her head bowed in shame, she allowed herself to be guided to the door. Once inside the classroom, Miss Smith immediately walked over to her desk, opened a lower drawer and took out a wooden paddle with an oval shaped head that was perhaps 4 inches wide by 6 inches in length. Next she pulled out her chair and placed it facing Linda’s classmates. But before sitting down, she took Linda’s arm and forced her to turn to face her classmates. Sweeping her eyes over the class, Miss Smith said, “Children, I want you to watch and take to heart what you are about to see. This young lady, Linda Ardmore, was observed attempting to cheat on the examination I just gave you. According to the new school policy on classroom discipline, I am required to punish her for her actions. Also, following that new policy, Linda’s punishment will be administered in your presence. It will be as embarrassing as it is painful but Linda knew what to expect and she made her own decision. Now she is going to have to suffer the consequences of that decision. You are not, I repeat, not to tease her about this afterward. If that happens and I am able to confirm that report, whoever is responsible will pay dearly.” Sitting down, she patted her lap and said, “Alright, Linda, place yourself face down over my lap with your bottom right up over the middle of my lap. Come on, child, you can’t avoid this so let’s get it over with and get on with our work.”

Thanks to Aunt Lydia, by Ed Finn (October 24, 2016)

Lydia went on, addressing Lindy Sue, "You, young lady, had best pay close attention. I don't know or care what went on at your house back when you used to get spanked - way too long ago, might I add - but here we have a certain routine. I believe a child must submit to a spanking. She should not need to be dragged kicking and screaming. As you'll notice, Vicki is well trained. She is about to lower her own pants. She will then ask permission to come over my knee. And so on. She will follow any instruction I may give her. She will truthfully answer any questions. Watch and learn, because it will behoove you to emulate Vicki's behavior. The more you deviate, the worse your spanking will be. Do I make myself clear?"

Sick of being talked to like a child, Lindy Sue was getting grumpier by the minute. The whole damn thing was ridiculous. But she was stuck. She nodded brusquely. She would try to think of other things. This bullshit would soon be over. She was so irritated, though, that try as she might she could not wipe the pout from her lips. Damn, she had hoped to be able to enjoy watching Vicki get it, but this was no fun at all.

Nurse's Mansion, by Barbie (October 21, 2016)

Peggy opened her eyes wide at each hard crack. She screamed into the gag. She tightened her bottom and when the next crack went across the tightened flesh, it hurt one hundred percent more. She quickly tried to loosen the muscles before the next crack. She tried and some times she succeeded. She was in agony as the five hard cracks went across her cheeks and then the aim was lowered. Five there and then lower. The house mother was moving toward her thighs and when she arrived there, Peggy really jumped and tried to kick. That was worse than her bottom. She had never had anything hurt her more than this. If they ever let her go, she was packing and going home. She didn’t want to be a nurse. Angel of mercy... what a trick. These people had no mercy. She was crying. She was hurting. They were the ones hurting her. She cried all the harder as the paddle moved back up the thighs to her bottom again and finished off the last five stokes of the count.

Keeping Pace, by Ralph Greco, Jr. (October 21, 2016)

As much as I tried to ignore the fact, I very much wanted to grind myself against my boss's soft lap again while she smacked me. Each morning I walked into work hoping that maybe that day was the day, that maybe I would finally do something slightly wrong to catch Miss Pace's attention and have her spank me again. I had taken to wearing thong- backed underwear under my dress pants, or garters and stockings under my skirts, with and without panties, just in case this day would be the day that I was bent over and swatted.

On the Friday of the following week, a full two weeks after that first spanking, Miss Pace and I found ourselves enjoying a friendly cup of coffee in the lunch room. All the other employees took their break at three o'clock so we had the place all to ourselves.

Pink Collar Crime, by Al Purvis (October 17, 2016)

The Warden said, "We think you new girls get a lot of benefit from a proper initiation. Let's you know what to expect if you don't toe the mark. When you leave, we give you a 'Coming-out Party,' to remind you of what you're leaving behind and how much you want to avoid those things that can put you back in here." The Warden gestured to me over the barrel and said, "And over here." The Warden paused while most of the spectators shuffled. They knew that they would have to be in my predicament at least one more time before they got away from this place. "Well. Nuff said," the Warden said, "Carry on Sergeant." The Warden nodded to a muscular woman who stood near my exposed backside. She wore one of those abbreviated guard outfits.

Princess, by Eileen (October 17, 2016)

Sulaya's pleasure at punishing this lazy girl was a thousand times greater than it had even been before. The maids she'd had in her father's kingdom were dusky and dark, as the Princess herself was. Never had she witnessed this remarkable contrast, the red stripes against the incandescence of a pale white posterior, the mottled look of her bottom and thighs, rapidly purpling toward the bottom curves of her cheeks.

Sulaya brought her arm back again, and sighed with regret when the well-used switch snapped in two over the maid's chastised bottom.

Hooker Cop, by Taylor Moore (October 14, 2016)

golden hair tangled and messy. The gauzy blue see-through bodystocking she wore was torn at the shoulder, though the large pockets - the only solid part of the shirt aside from its collar, still covered her otherwise bare breasts.

Aside from that she wore glistening skintight plastic short shorts and stiletto heeled boots. Her small round face looked anxious and worried, with a trace of the terror she'd felt earlier.

The Homecoming, by Mike Burke (October 14, 2016)

"Welcome. Come join the party!" Jean Bachman beamed as she swung the front door open wide."And the first shall be last, or something like that."

With that, both the mother and her oldest daughter, Jennifer, broke out in huge grins. Once the luggage had been deposited in a nearby corner, the 27-year old threw both arms around her mother, a show of love that was equally returned. Jennifer's peck on the woman's cheek brought the emotional meeting of the two to an end. The arrival of two more sisters, Valerie and Gloria, from the living room, brought about a new series of hugs and kisses for the recent arrival.

Jennifer's Backyard Tanning, by Bruce (October 10, 2016)

"Anyway, as soon as she was all bare and ready, her dad grab-bed her around the waist and started to lay that oiled leather razor strap across her bare buttocks and thighs as hard as he could. I guess she just absolutely went wild! My friend said she was shrieking and screaming and that she tried to get away but her dad is awfully big and he just held her right there under his left arm and strapped the bejesus out of her! She was kicking and twisting around so much that she got a lot of licks of that strap between her legs on the insides of her bare thighs and my friend said that really made her screech and howl! He told me that her dad strapped her for at least twenty minutes! And he told me that her behind was almost raw when he finished! He said she had strap welts from her waist all the way down to her knees and her nylons were in shreds and she was just gagging and blubbering and sobbing like a baby! And my friend said that about halfway through that strapping, Dorralee 'wet' herself! But I guess that didn't stop her father 'cause he just kept right on swinging that strap and blistering her bare bottom."

The Lady Loves It, C. Allen (October 10, 2016)

Anne was not one to feel pity, no matter what sweet nothings came from her lips. But after the fifth she sat beside me and stroked my hair. I remember whimpering and trying to snuggle up to her. She was comforting, but I couldn’t forget that there was more to come. And come it did. She belted my bottom at least another half dozen times, maybe more. It took every ounce of will power I could muster to stay in position.

The Longest Spanking of my Life, by Michael (October 7, 2016)

She wasn't kidding. Ma raised the strop high over my bare bottom and brought it down with a furry like I had never seen before. Nor felt. A broad band of fire burned its way into my poor bottom. But I didn't cry out. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction. I bit my lip and let Ma beat me. But with each lick took more out of me. On the third one I drew in my breath to keep quiet. Then the fifth time the strop crashed into my bruised bottom, I screamed. I kept crying as long as Ma kept hitting me. And she really blistered my bottom. I didn't count the times she hit me but each one left its beet red band of fire across my butt. Tears flowed freely as Ma placed each lick so that it just over lapped the last one. Then to my dismay she walked to the other side to start all over. Now the tip hit my left thigh. Ma started at the top, still letting the strokes overlap, and didn't stop until the redness extended to a few inches above my knees.

Mary Ann, by Ashley (October 7, 2016)

Obediently, the girl bent across the waiting thighs, and allowed her stepmother to draw her into position. Mildred had been the youngest of seven children including five girls. Her parents were well-practiced in corporal punishment but became progressively mellower. By the time Mildred was a teenager they were nearly sixty and much more relaxed in their child rearing. However, in her earlier years, Mildred had been privy to seeing her older sisters turned, bared and spanked. A clever girl, she managed, for the most part, to avoid the parental palm or paddle; sometimes at the expense of one of her older sisters. Such experiences would in time cause Mary Ann's lot to noticeably worsen.

Spanking by the Pool, by James Fox (October 3, 2016)

Belinda had longed to be chastised on her bottom for as long as she could remember. Only once had she attempted to attain a spanking from one of her boyfriends. Belinda had prepared herself well, hiring herself a maids outfit for the occasion and had, with much embarrassment, purchased a cane from a mail order company. Deliberately untidying the house, she had sat herself down with a bottle of wine and acted like the hired help who had delved into her employers wine store. Upon hearing her boyfriend enter the house, she stood up, more than a little tipsy. When he eventually entered the room she approached him, cane in one hand and empty wine bottle in the other. "I'm sorry sir," she had said, "but I've been very naughty and drunk your wine. Perhaps you would like to spank my bottom, or use this swishy cane on it to punish me." Her boyfriend just collapsed laughing out loud, tears streaming down his face. He didn't say a word, he just laughed continually. Belinda had ran up stairs, changed out of the maid's outfit and left immediately. She felt like a freak. What was the word she had heard him use when he referred to his pals who read girlie books? 'Nonce', that was it. She was a nonce. Belinda had never forgotten her embarassment and until this day had never broached the subject of spanking since, believing that she was indeed weird. Now she knew different.

The Summer of 1950, by Thomas Bruns (October 3, 2016)

She led me by the hand right to my bedroom door and she opened it briskly. Inside we marched right to my bed. Off went my skirt and I was left standing in front of my aunt with nothing but my sweater and panties. She sat down on the edge of my bed and pulled me across her lap with a decisive air about her. She hooked her fingers into the waistband at the back of my panties and yanked them down to just above my knees. She did all of this in such a practiced way that I was sure I was about to get a spanking unlike any I had ever experienced. She finally laid the cool wood of the paddle against my bare bottom. 

"You may have been spanked many times before this, young lady," she said in a terribly dooming voice, "but what you're about to get now will make all of those together look like love taps." She didn't waste any time on lectures, partly because I had asked for her to do this rather than doing anything naughty to deserve it. I felt her body tensing as she lifted the paddle high above her head. It came down on my bare right cheek with a sharp CRACK that echoed throughout my bedroom. My breath sucked in mightily as the pain registered on my brain. That was truly intense, more so than anything I had ever felt in my young life. 

Michelle's Wish Comes True, by Thomas Bruns (September 30, 2016)

Michelle gasped. This was no idle threat. The CP Supervisory Board was created out of the need to ensure that judges did not abuse their power to hand out paddling sentences. Any minor, parent, or legal guardian could appeal a paddling sentence (though not any other part of a sentence-that would have to be appealed to a standard court of appeals) to the board and they would examine the transcripts of the case and make a decision. There were four possible outcomes of appealing a paddling to the board. If the teen appealed the paddling on his or her own and the board decided that the teen was doing so only to postpone the paddling, they could recommend that the teen's punishment be doubled. In other words, if a teen were sentenced to a three-minute paddling, then a second paddling of three minutes would take place one month later. If the parent or legal guardian appealed the paddling and the board sided with the judge's decision, then the board, in one of the only instances where an adult could be sentenced to a paddling, could order the parent or guardian to receive the same sentence. If, however, the board found against the judge, then one of two things could happen. If the board found that the paddling was simply too harsh, they could set a new time limit on the paddling. If, however, the board decided that the punishment was not only too harsh, but also unjustified, then the board had the power to remove the judge from the bench.

A Nanny Gets a Spanking, by Yvette Vandel (September 30, 2016)

But you don't need to, Brigitte, it was all my fault. You haven't done anything wrong. If I hadn't said things about your body to John he would never have spoken to you that way, although, to be honest, he agrees with me that you have a perfect body. In fact . . . ." Susan's voice trailed away. The entire time Susan had continued to rub me, gently caressing my back, and by now she had worked her way down to my waistline. It was tempting to just give in to the pleasure of her hands, but no, no, I had to get something else straightened out before I could feel completely happy. Susan didn't know I had spied on them the night before, and I didn't see how I could feel comfortable staying in the house unless I came clean about seeing their spanking activity. 

Their Arrangement, by Jason (September 26, 2016)

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 26, 2016)

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 23, 2016)

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 23, 2016)

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 19, 2016)

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 19, 2016)

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 16, 2016)

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 16, 2016)

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 12, 2016)

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 12, 2016)

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 9, 2016)

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 9, 2016)

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 5, 2016)

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 5, 2016)

“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 2, 2016)

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 2, 2016)

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 29, 2016)

“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 29, 2016)

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 26, 2016)

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 26, 2016)

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 22, 2016)

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 22, 2016)

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 19, 2016)

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 19, 2016)

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 15, 2016)

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 15, 2016)

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 12, 2016)

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 12, 2016)

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 8, 2016)

“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 8, 2016)

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 5, 2016)

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 5, 2016)

"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 1, 2016)

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 1, 2016)

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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