Spanking Archive Updates
Burt's Plan, by Rachel Heath (August 15, 2014)
She brought this super-strict paddle down on his already pinkened buttocks with the same outrage she had used with the solid one only now it stung like a bunch of bees on his butt.
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Shoshona Lewis saw with satisfaction that her nephew’s previously pale white buttocks were turning about as red as ripe tomatoes.
“Ow! It hurts! Oh, oh, Aunt Shoshona!” His vision blurred with tears.
Good for Business, by Jason (August 15, 2014)
SMACK ..... SMACK ..... SMACK ..... SMACK .... SMACK ..... I know you've never been spanked, Tommy, but surely you know that it's supposed to hurt. How else could it be effective for punishment? SMACK ..... SMACK ..... SMACK ..... SMACK ..... SMACK ..... I also notice you're learning the proper way to address your disciplinarian. SMACK .... SMACK .... SMACK ..... SMACK .... SMACK .....
Tom decided that was enough of this little game. He pulled his hands free of her grip and pushed on the couch cushion to stand up. He'd tear the house apart if he had to for his clothes. He suddenly felt a weight on his legs. Pamela was sitting on the lower half of his thighs, knees, and upper calves. He tried kicking and pushing harder. Francine put her fore arm in the small of his back and pushed him back down. You're not going anywhere until I finally finish. SMACK ..... SMACK ..... SMACK .... SMACK ..... SMACK ..... You're being punished for your mistake this afternoon, Tommy. It happened because of a lapse in paying attention to detail. SMACK ..... SMACK ..... SMACK ..... SMACK ..... SMACK..... Once I've finished, you'll be relieved of your guilt, and you can press on with the aim of doing better in the future. It will also help to keep mistakes from happening again because you know you'll be put in panties and spanked again.
Alicia's Boys, by Jason (August 12, 2014)
She blistered their bottoms with a hairbrush. When they were standing before her with their pants back up, frantically rubbing their sore throbbing butts, Alicia announced she would spank them for anything she found wrong in the apartment during her inspections. It didn't matter which one did it, all three bottoms would be scorched. She banned alcoholic beverages for six months and disallowed any magazines with centerfolds along with other rules. On the positive side, she reduced their rent and paid them for maintaining the house and yard. She also cosigned notes at her bank so they could have good pickups and cars to drive.
A New Day with Stanley & Miss Clay, by Ralph Greco, Jr (August 12, 2014)
Miss Clay kept her hand on Stanley as he stood and rolled up on the balls of his toes. Stanley could take the scolding, her outfits, the chair and desk and the swats, but the one thing that Stanley could not handle, that made him truly weak in the knees, that nearly brought a tear to his eye was when this lady touched him as she was then. Simply feeling his ass (or cock) cooing over him, inspecting, evident delight in her voice as Miss Clay smiled (Stanley assumed she was then) and kept her large soft hands on him. Stanley was balling his fists, trying with all his might not to take himself in hand-even through his boxers-and jerking off.
The Best Pupil, by Ralph Greco, Jr (August 8, 2014)
Somehow I found the strength and rose as my tutor suggested. I assumed that most degrading of positions, bent like a dog on all fours on her soft bed. Mrs. Martin shifted her position and sat somewhere behind my ass at the edge of he bed.
"Spread your legs more," she coaxed and I did.
Those Glorious Days of Yesteryear, by Greg Babcock (August 8, 2014)
“It’s very uncomplicated! You agree to submit to her application of corporal punishment … at her whim, I’m afraid. However, Eleanor seems to be an infinitely fair woman. I’m sure that … once she determines that you’ve been punished, in a fair and just manner … I’m sure she wouldn’t take you past that. In fact, if your conduct … and your devotion and all that … improves to where she thinks it should be, she may decide that you’ve had enough. That you’ve been spanked enough. Spanked often enough. Spanked hard enough. And she may decide to put the old paddle into mothballs … although, quite frankly, I’ve not heard of that happening. Not in one case. But, Eleanor is a very fair woman … and I think you could count on that fairness extending to … to … to what we’ve been discussing.”
Melanie's Seminar, by Jason (August 5, 2014)
Normally, Robert would've been sent to the corner for scolding before the warm up hand spanking of level five. Instead, Melanie turned her sturdy spanking chair around with the back toward her guests. "Bend over the back, Robby, with your hands flat on the seat, and don't move a muscle." Bent over, his panties exposed by the dress hiking up, Melanie grasped the waist band, and slowly pulled them down to reveal his bare behind. His face as blushing and warm as his bottom would soon be, he listened to his disciplinarian lecture on what parts of his nether cheeks could absorb the most punishment, using her finger to trace the target areas.
Winner Takes All, by Victoria (August 5, 2014)
Vickie looked at the back pockets before her. She lifted her hand and brought it down on one side with a smack. She smacked the other cheek. She smacked him all over the bottom of his pants and didn't even get a wiggle or a yelp from him. She looked around her and spotted a ruler. She reached for it and got it in her hand. She aimed at both cheeks with it. It was a full eighteen inches and snapped across his bottom quite well. As she smacked with it, she noticed that he began to squirm just a bit. However, it wasn't good enough. He hadn't said a word. No apologies. No begging. Nothing.
Mrs. Danvers & Rebecca, Late One Evening, by Rachel Heath (August 1, 2014)
My lady turns my face up toward hers and she kisses me fully on the mouth. In gratitude, I fall at her feet again and kiss them, the way I know she likes to have them kissed. Slowly I work my way up her legs as she rolls her hips against the golden coverlet, letting an occasional moan escape as her eyes close. I lick up to her thighs and there I am now permitted. The soft pink lips opening reminds me of a delicate, fleshly seashell and I slide my tongue up and down those lips, savoring her juice. Then I vibrate my tongue across the tiny bud of her clitoris.
Strike Night by Victoria (August 1, 2014)
"Very good," Victoria said as she rubbed his bottom. "And now, we'll see if you can count." Victoria started spanking just above the lower cheeks with a good, hard smack. Miles yelled out the numbers. He knew he didn't want to take many more than the one hundred he had been promised. Victoria alternated cheeks but kept smacking the same spot on each cheek for the first twenty. Miles' cries weren't as distinct and sometimes getting a bit slow because he couldn't keep from reacting with an ouch or an owwwwww.
Friend of a Friend by Ralph Greco, Jr. (July 29, 2014)
“I’m going to get you across me in a second,” she said, standing then. “I just want to look at you for a moment.” “Jesus, you do have a really nice ass,” she said. “Dee’s always wondered what it looked like naked. When I report to her I’ll have to describe it.” When you report, I thought. Jesus, don’t even tell me… “Are you hard?” she asked and I felt Tina’s hand creep up between my thighs! I involuntarily spread for her, rising up on the couch more as the girl inspected me. I was all but panting as she got her fingers on my cock and gave me a squeeze.
Honoring Your Don by Gregory Babcock (July 29, 2014)
The next brutal shot brought an even louder grunt! Then, he really took off! Plastered me back there – maybe 10 or 12 times! Bang, bang, bang, bang! One right after another! Really quick-like! And hard! Didn’t realize it – not till after he got done with that really-serious volley – but, I was clenching and unclenching my ass! Clenching and unclenching it like, maybe, my whole life depended on it. Never thought my ass could ever be as sore as it already was! And I still hadn’t felt what those thick paddles were gonna feel like – when they started landing on the scorched skin back there! Hell, I never could-a imagined what that damn brush’d felt like!
The Lothario by Gregary Babcock (July 25, 2014)
"Please!" I almost didn't recognize my voice. It was a wheeze, actually, more than a voice. "Please! No more! Please! I'll never cross you girls ... you women ... again! Please! I swear I won't do you any more harm ... give you any more hurt! I swear it! I swear it ... on my mother's eyes! But, I can't ... I can't take this! I can't handle this! Honest! I can't! I just ... "
Sisters Under the Skin by Rod Birch (July 25, 2014)
But with Pam and Clarissa each holding an arm, the two easily pulled her upright, then dragged the protesting woman to where Ellie had positioned herself on a straight chair. The two, each still firmly clutching an arm, reached down and grabbed the hem of Mary Lou's full skirt and hoisted it over her hips, revealing long, extremely shapely legs and thighs, encased in white nylon stockings. But no pantyhose.
Desire by Bonnie (July 22, 2014)
Kneeling down in front of him, she lovingly traced her fingers over the length and breath of his cock. He began thrusting his hips as if to send his male spear in the direction of its desired target. She opened her mouth and let the shaft and pointed tip find its way home. She clamped her mouth around it gently but firmly and held him still. Then she moved back and let his member slide out of her mouth. His disappointment was almost tangible even though he didn't utter a word. "Now, now, be patient, dearest." She took her tongue and ran it up the underside of his shaft and then licked the head, running her tongue around the base and up to the little hole. She probed at the opening with her tongue and started to gently squeeze his balls. Moving her left hand around to his back, she raked her nails over his punished bottom. A strangled sound emerged from his throat as pain and pleasure intermingled within him. She continued to torment him until she was sure he would explode if she continued for even a second longer. She backed away from him once more and stood up.
Faulty Directions by Victoria (July 22, 2014)
I swung again and again. He rocked and counted. I stared at his tush. I was turning a dark, dark red. His cheeks weren't meaty to begin with. I was still making an imprint with the paddle. They were going in exactly where the paddle was landing and the skin around it was extending over it. When I drew the paddle away, I could see the white form of the paddle before the colors changed before my eyes.
Aunt Amanda, by PB Whiting (July 18, 2014)
Suddenly Trudie took charge. "Now that we've got the matter of your naughty behavior settled, there's nothing to do but punish you for it. She got up, went to one side of the same room and moved a straight backed chair to the center of my study. Sitting down, she beckoned to me. "Come stand in front of me, you bad boy, while I prepare you for a good spanking."
The Ends Justify the Teasing.....of Diane, by Ralph Greco, Jr. (July 18, 2014)
Although I couldn’t believe what she was asking, ached for her to continue smacking me (I was becoming accustomed to being over her lap) and damn well was having a hard time getting up off of her, I did as Zoe asked, once again standing at her side. I felt so silly, like an errant school-boy, my head down, looking at my underwear hanginghalf off, just basically covering my popping cock, down my ass in the back.
First for Jake, by Ralph Greco, Jr. (July 15, 2014)
Although Mary had seen Jake’s bare ass before, when he peeled down the back of his underwear then, still lying across his girlfriend, Jake knew that for both of them this time baring his ass was different. First of all, he had never taken off his underwear for Mary, he waited for her to undress him, which he always felt was infinitely hotter anyway (although he damn well undressed Mary plenty of times). Secondly, he was still across her lap! Thirdly, Jake had crossed over any line now that this might still be a game, he was basically saying: ‘Mary slap me on my bare ass, cause I want you to and have thought about you doing it for a long time!’
Good for the Gander, by BC & Wife (July 15, 2014)
"I think that you should give me permission to spank you. You are the one who introduced the paddle to our domestic disputes. As they say, 'What's good for the goose is good for the gander,' or in our case, the other way around. I think that you deserve to be punished, but I won't force punishment of any kind on you. You taught me well not to hit you without your permission. I want your permission to teach you not to lie to me. If you won't give me permission, I won't do anything, but I don't know how long I'll stay mad. I don't even know if that matters to you."
Checking out the Checker, by Rachel Heath (July 11, 2014)
“Oh, Ms. Locket, I love working here. I really do. Please give me another chance. I’ll do anything for another chance.”
“Yes, please, just let me keep my job,” Winston begged. “And for God’s sake, don’t call the police in about this. I couldn’t stand to be arrested. I just couldn’t. It would be such a disgrace.”
“Perhaps you deserve just such a disgrace,” she commented.
“Oh, please, please don’t do this to me. I swear to God this will never happen again.”
“Well, if you don’t get punished by the police or even by getting fired, you ought to get punished another way,” she told him.
“What way?” he asked.
“I’m rather old-fashioned,” Ms. Locket told him.
The Tables Turn, by Ed Finn (July 11, 2014)
All too quickly, I found it impossible to remain passively still and quiet. It seemed to me, Lisa was way overdoing this, my first spanking. My bottom was heating up unnervingly fast, so I decided it was time I make my concerns perfectly clear.
Too Early for a Spanking by Jack (July 7, 2014)
Kim put the paddle down on the table. "Was that all I'm going to receive with that paddle"” John wondered. He hoped so. His buns were really throbbing from just a half dozen strokes or so. He would hate to see how sore he would be after a full spanking with that paddle. Once in the last three months was enough. This paddle wasn't the only one that caused bruises but he was sure that if she continued to use it, that would be the results. John didn't mind the bruises afterwards but didn't care to receive the spanking that resulted in them during the actual spanking. "What time were you suppose to be over here"” Kim asked, looking at right at John.
To Reconcile a Marriage by Greg Babcock, Jr. (July 7, 2014)
"I've never been more serious in my life, Brooks," she seethed. "I've fare-thee-well had it! Now, if you're interested, really interested, in what it'll take to keep me around, then I'll tell you! I've already told you! You'll have to agree to submit to my discipline any damn time I please! Any time! It's almost a rule-by-decree thing! If I decide to punish you, I'll jolly well punish you! No appeals court! No nothing! If that's not acceptable to you, well, I just want you to know I understand perfectly. Just let me know if we can work out a settlement between us, or if things have to get nasty! Nasty and expensive! Let me know if I should notify ol' Len. One way or another, Brooks! One way or another! Put up or shut up. Shit or get off the pot, as the Bard once said."
Bar None by NG (July 4, 2014)
“Oh, Andy . . .,” Sam had been unable to follow the details of what his brother was saying, but he had gotten the gist of the story. ‘Jesus Christ!’ he thought in exasperation. ‘This is because of a girl, or a couple of them from the sounds of it, and they were underage to boot. How many times had he cautioned his brothers against this type of situation?’ There was nothing he could do now, he knew, except be there for Jake and Andy. ‘I told you so,’ was the last thing his little brothers needed to hear. ‘But those girls better not come around here, anymore,’ he contemplated darkly. He knew they would try, and as charming as Andy and Jake were, they were also young, and susceptible to those who would beat them at their own game. ‘They just better hope they don’t run into me when they do show up,’ he thought again bitterly.
Understanding in the Mirror by Ralph Greco, Jr. (July 4, 2014)
Bill knew that she had made him stand here, this way, so she could see his face during this spanking, but he was being treated to a clear view of Joanne’s frustration. That he wasn’t reacting to the stings with much more then a wince and fucking the cabinet below was prodding the girl to concentrate and hit harder. And while Joanne might have wanted his surrender have him crying or pleading for her to stop, Bill suddenly understood-yes he understood-what his girlfriend needed even if she didn’t. Joanne was loving Bill’s deep resolve, his quiet, his taking of the hardest spanking she could give!
Buttoning Up Bert by Rachel Heath (July 1, 2014)
Ow! Oooo! Ooooo!" Bert exclaimed. Just when he thought it couldn’t possibly get worse he looked up at the tiny window across from him and saw -- Trish and Kim! Both girls were looking at him from outside, mockery in their eyes and smirks on their mouths!
A Hot Licking for a Smug Devil by Kiara Sarong (July 1, 2014)
For several excruciatingly long moments she simply caressed his exposed buttocks, making him keenly aware of her power over them. Her palms, soft and warm, slid like silk over his skin, goading a frenzy of impatient desire. His whole body writhed greedily under her delectable torment, and he shuddered with anticipation.
Anticipation & Fulfillment (June 27, 2014)
The rush of finally getting a man across my lap was unbelievable. I could have just stopped there, Danny settling his ass across me, easing his cock between my thighs, him grunting, wiggling his firm little cheeks this way and that. Of course I was aching to hit him, my belly burned with the thought of not only revenge now, but all the years of pent-up frustration of what I had wanted and never experienced. But if I could stretch this out even more I was going to.
This is a Job For... by Gregory Babcock (June 27, 2014)
It took about three or four minutes – and I was rendered totally helpless! I looked over my right shoulder – in hopes that I’d see her getting ready to tan my ass! Instead, she was rifling through my pants pockets. It took a matter of seconds before she found my wallet – and even fewer seconds to pull of both of the twenties, the three fives, and the single one-dollar bill out of the billfold. Then, she discarded the billfold on top of the dorky-looking old dresser, by the door.
The Story of Ann by HB (June 24, 2014)
She reached under a pillow and withdrew a leather strap about a quarter of an inch think, 3 inches wide and maybe 18 inches long. One end was narrowed to provide a natural handle. It didn't look very imposing. Nowhere near as heavy as her favorite paddle. She lifted it slowly and brought it down across my tender cheeks. It was as if she was measuring the area she wanted to concentrate on. I felt her lift the strap straight up. I set myself for whatever was to come, and then that leather exploded on my ass. The sound of it alone was frightening. I didn't feel it right away. The shock of the explosion dulled my senses for a moment. But she knew what she was doing. She paused just long enough for the shock to wear off and feeling to return. The strap wasn't heavy but it certainly did the job. I could feel the heat spreading and the flesh that had taken the force of the stroke felt as if it had blistered. She laid another stroke on right below the first, and once again paused. I wanted to stay as quiet as possible, but it wasn't to be. I found myself sobbing and when the third stroke landed I started pleading for forgiveness.
Taweka Tames Her Wild Man by Rachel Heath (June 24, 2014)
Taweka had two metal handcuffs, both lined with fake fur so they would not bite into a person’s wrists, and two metal leg restraints. She hooked her cheating husband up to their four-poster bed, spreading both his arms and legs. She placed the pillow underneath his chin and asked, “Is that OK?” He made an affirmative “uh-huh.” Then she took the paddles out of the case: a thick, round wooden paddle, a fraternity style paddle that was solid and another with holes.
Even Teenage Super Heroes Get Disciplined, Part One - Dr. Dlaniger
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.
Aunt Rita's Hairbrush by Richard Watson (June 20, 2014)
She told me to stand up while she seated herself on my bed. She put the hairbrush by her side and told me to stand in front of her. She then instructed me to untie the drawstring of my bathing suit. I felt a deep pang of shame then thinking of what she would tell me next. But Aunt Rita had no intention of humiliating me the way I feared. Instead, she simply guided me across her knee and told me to lift up. It was then that I felt her fingers begin to work down my bathing suit. Here I was old enough to go to college and now for the first time finding myself being prepared for the time honored method of changing youthful behavior. Still my thoughts were only on being brave - I thought about Cindy on the other side of that wall, and I sure didn't want her to hear me crying the way she just had.
Reflections While Waiting by Ralph Greco, Jr. (June 20, 2014)
Trying not to smile, less he look too anxious, David bent slightly and peeled his underwear down to his jeans. This was how he had fantasized his next spanking (if there would be a ‘next’) with Cathy. The only thing that could havemade that first time sweeter would have been if David had been bare-assed across Cathy’s lap. Now she was asking! Standing fully then, not a step from Cathy, David stared back at his friend. And though it was cold on the porch, the excitement of what might soon be happening had David’s cock stretched hard, so the tip of his penis was just poking Cathy’s thighs!
Star Power by Greg Babcock (June 17, 2014)
“Your mommy? She never gave you a switching? My goodness! My fanny was well acquainted with the switch. All through my childhood. Daddy … he used to use them on me too! Till I started to mature. Then, I guess, he thought he shouldn’t be seeing my bare fanny … although it really wouldn’t have bothered me. Mommy took over, then … and she’d wear me out! Wear out my poor fanny! She whipped me harder … much harder … than Daddy ever would! Than Daddy ever did. I can’t believe that you wouldn’t have been whipped with a switch.”
A Wife's Duty by Megan (June 17, 2014)
This time after the paddle did its work, she saw the beginnings of a slight pink blush across his bottom. It took more work, more arm power and more sternness to make an impression on her husband than it did on the girls. From the time she mentioned to Sherry and Kelly that a spanking was in their future, they were in tears from the first word, through the actual paddling, till the last bit of scolding. And their firm little bottoms turned pink, then red, then a mottled purplish as time went on. Try as she might, she could never do more to Blaine's than make it a dull red. This disappointed her, and probably disappointed him, though he never said. She knew from listening to Kelly and Sherry that after a spanking was over, peeking in the mirror to view the damage was mandatory. She tried to make the results as gratifying for them to look at as possible.
Jennifer's Enlightenment by Don Barton (June 13, 2014)
Jennifer's bottom cheeks' red hue grew quickly as she felt the heat from the paddling mount, and she started kicking frantically, bucking, then shifting her bottom left and right over Mr. Peterson's knee as he alternated swatting both cheeks - anything to avoid the awful, stinging paddle! SMACK! "Oww!” SMACK! "Ouch!” SMACK! "Ouch!” SMACK! Oww!” SMACK! "Ouch!” SMACK! "Oww!” SMACK! "Oww!”
A Trip to the Woodshed by Steve Harden (June 13, 2014)
Bobby’s fear was now gigantic. He was sure that Sally Engers was going to march him into the yard where Sue’s punishment was coming to an end. If Mrs. Engers caught sight of him now and learned that he had been watching her daughter’s bare-bottom spanking he just knew he’d be following Sue over her mother’s knee; a humiliation he couldn’t imagine.
Late One Night by W. Arthur (June 10, 2014)
Peter’s bottom rippled in pain and once again he struggled to get up. However, he soon realized that she would break his arm if he moved anymore. Thus, conceding that he couldn’t escape, he figured he better try to appease her. “Delores, please...” Then his voice trailed off as she issued five more hard strikes with the wicked little paddle. Now he was getting angry again. “For god’s sake, Delores, this really hurts,” he screamed, “let me up, goddammit.”
Women Take Over by Lee (June 10, 2014)
Probably the worst punishment was that which was administered at the whipping post. It was given by the victim of the crime or her proxy and included the use of both quirt and horsewhip. A minimum of fifty lashes. With plentious doses of the stinging antiseptic. The young woman usually chosen as a proxy for other ladies was another smaller lady. Not quite five feet tall and about ninety five pounds (about six or seven stone). She was an expert and could have a man cringing just at the thought that she would be the one who would punish him if he misbehaved sufficiently. To see her expertly use the whip as the victim jumped (as best he could) and screamed and begged for mercy before even the fifth kiss of the whip on his bare body.
My Best Friend's Mother by W. Arthur (June 6, 2014)
As soon as I got within a foot or two, she grabbed me by the right arm and skillfully pulled me across her lap, which is almost exactly where I wanted to be thirty minutes before. Now, my once proud and expectant erection was hanging down like a dead mango. Once I was across her lap, she positioned me so that my bottom was right between her slightly spread thighs and my legs were left dangling. I had to put my hands on the floor to keep from falling. Quickly she put her left arm around my waist and locked me into position.
The Witness Protection Program by Gregory Babcock (June 6, 2014)
I’d absolutely dreaded the thought of ever being put into a position – where I would be forced to do exactly what I was doing! My tongue found her clitoris! That wasn’t so difficult either!It was just inside her gateway! And, if it wasn’t normally huge, it was, at that point, substantially swollen! Substantially! I pressed the tip of my tongue – into the little slit in the front of that ultra-sensitive membrane! Then, I began to flick it up and down! My tongue – not her membrane! Well, now that I think of it –
Gary's Dilemma by Jay Ellis (May 30, 2014)
Elise got herself a good solid hairbrush, and purchased an outfit for her bridegroom to wear when being punished. This consisted of very tight fitting athletic shorts, which were crimson in color, and she observed that it would match his bottom. He also had a shirt with an Eton collar as an additional uniform. Every other friday evening he was on the receiving end. He was paddled and then instructed to lie on their bed, with his red posterior matching the blushes on his face.
Could he have protested and stopped all of this? Probably so. But he was not against all of this activity. He certainly had no wish to sleep alone. Also as was said before, there was some wild and wonderful passionate sessions after some of these training periods.
Two Sides, Same Coin by Ralph Greco Jr. (May 30, 2014)
And SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. I ached, I moaned, I cried out and I held my ass to through a baptism of fire. I rode the pain, welcomed the stings, ached for the voice of the strap. I had been a brat -as had been Jackie-and Sylvia knew I knew this and was rewarding me for it. It was humiliating, the belt hurt like hell, but God knew as Sylvia landed that last swat and the pain undulated across and up and down my skin I truly would be more mindful of my fiancée, her family, and myself now.
After by Ralph Greco, Jr (May 23, 2014)
I watched as a topless Lanney walked down my dimly lit. Her tight ass caused her short skirt to sway ever so slightly as she walked to my bathroom. I could never look at Lanney, coming to me or going away, when I didn't get an instant hard-on. And she was aware of the effect she had on me, always wearing the lowest cut tops of the shortest skirts. And when she caught me staring she would just add this sin to the many she claimed she beat me for.
The Blind Date by Gregory Babcock (May 23, 2014)
I hadn’t been spanked since I was eleven or twelve – the time my parents “split the sheets”. Mother had decided, at that point, that I was “the man of the house” – and, as such, I was too old to be spanked. My poor sister, though! She got spanked – often! Always hard! Always on the bare bottom! Right up until I’d joined the Navy. I wasn’t aware whether the punishment had continued or not. She’d never gotten spanked during any of the time I was home on leave. I’d have heard it! Well, of course, there was the fact that I’d been spending a good deal of time at Gloria’s. So – who really knew?
The Banana Man's Comeuppance by Rachel Heath (May 16, 2014)
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
" Ouch! Wanda, isn’t that enough?" he asked. He had not imagined that a spanking from a woman like Wanda, who was not especially strong for her gender, could hurt badly but this one sure did.
" Not nearly enough!" she replied angrily. "Not for someone who has been leaving me alone here and screwing around on me."
The Nanny by Pete (May 16, 2014)
Henry listens to the determined clack of her high heels as she stalks out of the room. Now is his chance. He doubts that she knows that the bathroom in his bedroom connects with the back hall. He can sneak out into his car, put on the sweat suit in the trunk, and fetch the police to arrest this maniac. He carefully steps out of his PJ bottoms and, holding them in his hand, tiptoes into the bathroom. Very carefully he edges open the connecting door and, crouching, softly backs out into the hallway. He bumps into something soft and warm, and whirls about. His face thumps into the formidable bosom of Miss Carruthers. He stands up guiltily, his jaw agape in amazement, then reels as, slap, she slaps his face sharply. "I'm sorry," he manages to bleat just before slap, she slaps him again, this time with her left hand.
After Class by Dr. Dlaniger (May 9, 2014)
While bawling like a baby and screaming, he noticed, to his horror, that three of his teachers, two women and one man, were now in the classroom watching his humiliating spanking. “I’m glad you three could make it,” Ms. Alvarez said to her colleagues. “I told you I was going to spank his bottom. As you can see, this method of discipline is very effective. That’s how my mother and father handled me in my five brothers and sisters when I was growing up in the Bronx. Except they used a strap,” She concluded humorously. “See how loudly he’s crying? Just like a baby. He’s going to be well behaved in your classes too by the time I’m finished with him. Won’t you, Ted?” With that she released a barrage of smacks in rapid fire. The sensation was white hot agony!
Applied Psychology by Victoria (May 9, 2014)
Johanna's hands rubbed one cheek, rubs that stopped and allowed the fingers to tighten on the cheek. Her fingers slid into the crack and back out. She repeated the feeling of his bottom on the other cheek. She let her hands slip down to the tops of his thighs. She plunged her hand in between his legs and reached his balls. She slipped her hand around them and gave a nice, jiggling type squeeze. Then slowly her hand left them and stayed between his leg and came up his crack. Her other hand opened the crack.
Poker Game by (May 2, 2014)
"You'll take it because I want you to take it, Kyle. You're getting this spanking because you deserve it. Quit whining!" SNAAAP! The next one landed right under where the first one had struck. I would've sworn she laid a red hot poker across my poor posterior.
SNAAAAP! "OWWWWWWW!" SNAAAAP! "OWWWWWW!" PLEASE STOP, MS JACQUELINE!' SNAAAAP! She stopped but only to pull the panties down to my knees. "You're not worthy of wearing my most intimate female garment on your male body. I will finish this spanking on your bare bottom, Kyle, and you have a long way to go."
Over and over, I felt the hard snap and burning sting of the diabolical leather on my now exposed hindquarters until I couldn't yell any longer. I was crying, not so much from the pain, but the feeling of disappointing my love from failing to meet her expectations. Even though she was turning my butt into a mass of inflamed and bruised flesh, pleasing her seemed very important to me, in fact, the only thing that really mattered.
Seat of Justice by Karma Sutra (May 2, 2014)
" Now you young pranksters you will remain down and you'll keep those hands out in front of you no reaching around for a rub until I tell you you may. You will say nothing to break any of these rules means you each will get ten extra swats and if you give me reason to, I will remove your pants and shorts and deliver this lesson directly to your bare behinds, so watch your step! I am going to begin now." With that, she flipped back her robe sleeve and arced her swatting arm all the way back, then brought it forward with formidable power and speed with the carpet beater landing squarely on Jordan's slender bottom. His head jerked up, eyes starting out of the sockets and a loud squawk left his lips. Then another and another and yet another found its mark on Jordan's wiggling seat. He was getting mighty uncomfortable , not at all sure he could keep his hands from jerking back there. Then with lightening speed the Judge lit into Kyle who screamed loudly with each whack. Denny was wincing wishing Kyle didn't scream quite so loudly. He knew his turn was next and he knew he would get an extra strong dose it came sooner than he had thought! God, did that HURT! His bottom was aching and throbbing deep down and the skin back there was sauteed! Those denims weren't helping things either, they were feeling too tight already! That awful thing kept up its rhythm on his poor sore rump and he was beginning to whimper, squeezing his brown eyes shut to hold back the tears he knew would come eventually and embarrass them all. How were they ever going to live this down? Denny just hoped he wouldn't be recognized by anyone. Was it his imagination or did it seem like he was getting a lot more "attention" than his mates? Then the Judge took the heat off and put it back on Jordan. Then Kyle and then it was Denny's turn again and he was in agony it hurt so bad he let out a loud expletive. The thrashing abruptly stopped and he felt the Judge's fingers grasping the waistband of his jeans as she hauled him to his feet.
One Down, Twenty to Go by Jason (April 25, 2014)
Without saying anything, Monica picked up the hairbrush. SMACK... SMACK... SMACK... SMACK... SMACK... She began with a series of fast hard spanks on different spots, making them a little harder after each five. Lee gasped and groaned, his head bobbing up and down. He had never felt this helpless. His tied hands prevented him from trying to reach back and cover his bottom from the relentless assault of hard inflexible wood on his pliant bottom cheeks. SMACK... SMACK... SMACK... SMACK... SMACK... "That woman's spirit is reaching through my arm and hand, Lee, punishing you for using her for your selfish sexual desires, then dumped her like used merchandise. You told her how much you loved her and how you would always respect her, that you were giving each other a beautiful gift. She was a virgin, Lee, the chance to be one on her wedding night taken away by your smooth words and false promises."
Spankcakes by Lenny (April 25, 2014)
When I felt her arm tightening around my waist I knew the spanking was about to begin. Gritting my teeth and expecting the worst from that ominous hairbrush, I was pleasantly surprised when she began handspanking me. SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, her hand started beating a steady rhythm on my behind. It was a very heavy hand attached to an arm that was extremely strong from lifting heavy plates I imagined. SPANK SPANK WHAP WHACK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK. Up and down came that big hand warming every inch of my backside. The slaps were stinging pretty good as she continued on. "I hope" SPANK SPANK SPANK "that this teaches you a lesson" SPANK WHACK WHAP WHACK SPANK SPANK SPANK "about finishing your meals" WHACK SPANK, "a lot of people are starving" SPANK "and you throw away good food" WHACK SPANK SPANK SPANK, "aren't you ashamed of yourself" SPANK SPANK WHACK "being spanked over Mommy's knee like a little naughty boy?" SPANK WHACK SPANK SPANK. "WOW" I thought as I fought back the tears, she is really into this scene. The spanks were getting harder now, I had gotten about thirty or forty good ones so far and wondered in dread if she would finish me off with the brush. She didn't have to as hard as she was walloping m with just her hand. She must have sensed this as the entire spanking was given with her hand. But her hand was more than enough.
Amanda's Strong Stand by Rachel Heath (April 19, 2014)
That didn’t hurt a bit, Leon thought, relaxing even more
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Amanda went from one ass cheek to the other. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Leon’s bottom was starting to take on a rosy blush as the cheeks jiggled, moving apart, the compressing together.
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
The Burton Hensley Story, All for Her by Rosy B. Goode (April 19, 2014)
Vikki swung harder when she moved onto his bottom, wrapping the wicked tip onto his thighs. He trembled with the effort of keeping his bottom raised to greet the lines of liquid fire that flowed over the curve of his bottom-cheeks and down his legs, drinking in wave after wave of pain, taking it deep into himself. He burned for her, over and over. She was moving the lash from side to side, still lightening up a little in the middle. Burton was afraid to move. The wrong wiggle at the wrong time and the terrible tip might land someplace even worse! He became a living statue for Vikki's desires as she turned his flesh molten, molding it to her will in the forge of her passion.
She lashed the right side of his groove with the end of the belt, over and over. He couldn't help moaning a little through the whip handle, but he kept his bottom high and didn't move a muscle. She moved to the left side. A muffled wail leaked out around the edges of the whip handle, and Vikki very deliberately lashed the spot even harder. He felt utterly scorched... it was almost a relief when she moved the tip of the belt back to his anus, though not for long. He'd almost forgotten the possibility of her reaching farther forward with the belt when it suddenly snaked out, wrapping itself over his balls, the tip flicking against the shaft of his cock!
Give a Damn by Greg Babcock (April 11, 2014)
"You may wonder (SLAP!)," she continued, "why I'm the one to administer discipline around here. (SLAP!) Well, for openers, I'm one of the seniors with this company ... with this entire outfit. (SLAP!) Been with the production company for years! (SLAP!) Number two, I enjoy spanking a young fella's bum! (SLAP!) Enjoy it immensely! (SLAP!) You're far removed from being the first one to ever feel my paddle!"
"Yes, but Miss Fennerty, can you imagine what it feels like to be on the other end? To lie here and have a woman ... someone you hardly know ... spanking you? Can you imagine what that does to a man?"
A Woman After Her Own Heart by Rod Birch (April 11, 2014)
Suzanne smiled. “Oh, yes, she did. Not only that, somewhere she’d heard about me and insisted on not only watching but also taking photos of the whole thing. Well, for my part, I was in seventh heaven. My dream was coming true. I finally had a macho male to spank who didn’t want to be spanked. Anyway, after the girl friend reeled off a few of the sexist things that gentleman had said and done, I decided he’d get a real tanning, one he’d never forget. So, after we settled on a safe word–he was pretty disdainful of a safe word and didn’t pay much attention–I brought out the handcuffs. He objected to those, and loudly, but the girl friend told him to shut up and obey me. So I made him take off his shirt, then cuffed his hands behind him.”
The Training of Houseboy Harold by Rachel Heath (April 4, 2014)
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! His bottom was turning a mottled red as the cheeks bounced and jiggled, contracted and then relaxed. Lilac was getting a special enjoyment out of this spanking. She loved the way Harold’s bottom turned color and bounced and the knowledge that she was heating up the skin on those ass cheeks put heat in her pussy.
New Student Initiation by Lady Mary (April 4, 2014)
She raised her hand above her head and brought the paddle down with all the force she had. Whack! Welts rose on his skin. She lowered her blows to the backs of his thighs, backing off on the force. She ignored no part of the body he presented to her, save his back. The backs of his thighs, the sides of his buttocks, even the tops of his ass cheeks, none of it was saved from the stinging force of her paddle.
Susan Takes Charge by Rick (March 28, 2014)
"This is some of your own medicine , Susan," he said grimly, "Let's see if it works with you as well as it works with Kathy." He pulled up her skirt and slip revealing Susan's mature. round bottom encased in very pretty lacy panties and long black stocking tabs which held up her flesh colored stockings. SMACK....SMACK...SMACK.. George began to spank her in loud ringing slaps. "I am going to teach you to respect me, Susan...Smack...Smack...Smack Next time you're late call me or..SPANK..SPANK..SPANK.. I will turn you over my knee and spank...SMACK.....SMACK...SMACK.. you harder."
Wade Does His Duty & Gets His Duty by Rachel Heath (March 28, 2014)
"Seven. . . ow! . . . ow! Eight.." Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Wade's ass was already getting very red, Zola noted with satisfaction. She loved the way the cheeks bounced when the paddle hit a soft, relaxed ass. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! "Oh! Eighteen." As the pain got more intense, Wade had to concentrate his attention powerfully on his ass muscles to keep them loose the way Zola like them to be when he got a spanking. His hands, though, were clenched tight around the chair.
Michael & His Sisters by Jason (March 21, 2014)
She picked up a black wood hairbrush from a end table beside her chair. "As your big sister in the sorority as well as real life, I'll punish you if you screw up. If you don't do a good job on the bathroom or laundry, it's over my lap for this on your bare bottom." She smacked the hairbrush against her open palm. "After a spanking with this, your bedmates won't be able to spank you, and you'll have to spend the night alone until your butt heals." Michael gulped. The month would be hard to take with all the pussy he couldn't touch.
It Never Rains, It Pours by Ralph, Greco, Jr. (March 21, 2014)
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK Carole landed cheek-to-cheek as I rose up on my toes, clenched my hands on the table. She was hitting hard, not searing shots like Betty's belt had made, but wider, thicker hits, almost pushing me as much as they bounced off of me. Tears actually came to my eyes then, not tears of pain really, but of shock and surprise over how much this lady liked spanking me and how much I craved, ached, loved taking it from her.
Patty by the Pool by Ralph Greco, Jr (March 14, 2014)
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK, these she mercifully gave to my right cheek. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK, these dead center and SMACK. SMACK, two more to my right, which was now heating up as bad as my left. I realized someplace deep in my fevered addled mind that Patty really wasn’t even hitting me all that hard, she had certainly swat me harder when I had been standing. It was more Patty’s scolding that actually made the swats ‘feel’ worse then they were. Yeah, my dewy skin didn’t make matters any better but still I really felt it was Patty calling me ‘bad little boy’ now two times that had me so dizzy with desire I was nearly in tears!
SWAT on Campus by Pete (March 14, 2014)
Obviously inspired by Luke, and somewhat sycophantic as well, John awaited her return with her hairbrush in his hand. Nodding her thanks, Mindy accepted the brush, hung up the martinet and seated herself on her self-proclaimed "throne." She patted her thighs and John, blushing fiercely, climbed across them. Turning up his robe, Mindy discovered what she considered the most attractive masculine derriere she had seen. Smooth and hairless, it was both nicely muscled and rounded at the same time. It rippled delightfully to express the young man's discomfiture. Mindy couldn't resist stroking and patting its pert plumpness a couple of times, giggling to herself as John squirmed in embarrassment. "I'm gonna see a lot more of him," Mindy pledged to herself, then, gripping the hairbrush firmly, she went to work. SMACK WHAP CRACK SPLAT WHACK WHAP CRACK WHACK SMACK WHAP Alternating between the prancing, dancing, chubby cheeks, Mindy confined the first volley to the fleshy summits of John's behind, then... CRACK WHAP SMACK SPLAT WHACK WHAP SMACK WHAP WHACK SMACK descended to the ripe bottomcurves and thightops, then... WHAP SPLAT CRACK SMACK WHACK WHAP WHAP WHACK SPLAT SMACK worked her way back up. Struggling, squirming, weaving sinuously over her lap, John was able to choke back the sobs the smarting spanks inspired until WHAP WHACK SMACK SPLAT CRACK SMACK WHACK WHAP there were just too many excruciating overlaps and he began to squeal in a soaring soprano voice as Mindy, satisfied by her performance quickly finished his spanking.
Babysitting by Victoria (March 7, 2014)
"Please, don't! It hurts! No more!" The smacks didn't stop and didn't lessen in strength. His bottom was starting to hurt more and more. Of course the moisture from the cream only made it worse. How could he have forgotten that. But who would have thought that she would spank him without cleaning up first. As Tom kicked his legs, Vicky dropped down to the tops of his thighs. He kicked higher and yelled louder.
Teamwork by Bridget Striker (March 7, 2014)
Carl’s stomach was doing flips as he listened and knew in his gut that she was absolutely right; he’d spank the heck out of any one of them for doing what he’d just tried to do. But he knew from watching their reactions that it didn’t matter how big a person got; spankings still hurt! True, he hadn’t seen Cathy spank either of their young ones in ages: she’d pretty well quit spanking them when they were young teens and left that chore up to him. But his nerves calmed as he looked at his wife closely; she was way smaller than he was. He could probably handle whatever she dished out, yelp a couple of times to make her feel better, and have this over and done with in pretty short order if he just played along with her. Feeling a bit silly now, he rose and went into the bedroom to get “the” brush for her to use. He did wipe the smile off his face before he handed it to her, though.