Female/Male Stories

GyneDomnia, Part One, by Papa (March 30, 2015)

"No! Please, Viv! Don't report me to Council...please!" All trace of Charles's recent tipsiness at the card table was gone. Vivian, with a breath from the corner of her mouth to blow aside the strands of her hair fallen over her eyes, was pulling him with force. "Cover yourself! What will the ladies think of your display! ("More! More! Oh, Give It To Me!" echoed in various forms in the minds of the dumbstruck women in the room beyond.) There will be Council and for your information I will ask particularly for Emma to administer penalty! You'll sleep in a diaper tonight...!"

Hairbrush Hunting, by Ed Finn (March 30, 2015)

“Well, I knew there was only one sure way ta raise up good, God-fearin’ kids, and that was the way my own momma done it. This very hairbrush that you see right here was hers. And let me tell ya, she knew how ta use it! I wouln’t be half the woman I’m today if ‘tweren’t fer Momma and this hairbrush.” Lisa and I could not resist exchanging a quick, amused glance. Did this mean I was destined to be immensely fat?

Dora was oblivious to the possible mis-interpretation of her remark. “Lordy, does it sting! Ooo-wee!” she said, wincing at some long forgotten personal contact on the receiving end of that notorious hairbrush. I use ta use my hand on Sally, my gal, but when the boys started to gettin’ older I needed somethin’ better, so I went and got Momma’s hairbrush. Boy oh boy, did they ever not like that! I guar-own-tee ya, you can spank the very devil hisself right outa any young man who’s so foolish as ta get his bare butt in the way of it!”

Out of the Frying Pan, Part Two, by P.B. Whiting (March 27, 2015)

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

A Spanking Good Marriage, by Greg Babcock (March 27, 2015)

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

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

Out of the Frying Pan, by P.B. Whiting (March 23, 2015)

With seeming reluctance, Kate lay down across her employer's lap shuddering as she felt her skirt being pushed well up over her back. Her buttock muscles contracted as Faye ran both hands over her naked bottom. "What a fine behind you have for spanking Kate," said Faye picking up the hairbrush from alongside the chair. She patted the other woman's rotundities with the back of the brush. "Here it comes!" she said and began to lay on the wooden brush with short, crisp blows. SMACK! SMACK! SPLAT! SMACK! Up and down went Faye's strong right arm and the sound of the wooden hairbrush striking naked buttocks soon was joined by Kate's plaintive cries and moans of pain.

SMACK! SMACK! "Ouch! You're killing me!"

George's Gamble, by Rick (March 23, 2015)

"You need this, don't you, Jean?" he asked hoarsely. You've been asking... Smack...Smack...Smack.. Smack.. for it Smack... Spank... all night." He was getting warmed up and well into a hard spanking rhythm. He pulled down her panties and put his left hand under her hips and between her legs. Her pubic hair was thick and hot and moist. He probed around her vagina and gently massaged her sensitive love button while continuing a hard steady spanking. Jean's moans and little cries were mixed between pain and delight. George was near the edge and finally stopped. Jean slid off his thighs onto the floor. Slowly she took off her sweater and her bra. Her eyes were hooded and her expression was full of lust. She got up and slowly walked over to her dresser and brought back a thick leather strap about 18 inches long and split at one end. "Spank me with this," she whispered softly. George pulled her over his knee again; he was mesmerized by the sight of her big bottom over his thighs arched up and flaming red. The strap made a loud SMACK! when he brought it down on her bottom and for the next five minutes the sounds of the strap and Jean's cries and moans filled the room.

Hairbrush & the Three Bares, Part One, by Bruce (March 16, 2015)

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

English, History, But What About Math, by Victoria (March 16, 2015)

Dick slid down on his chair, trying to hide himself from Mrs. Jennings as she walked into his math class. Mrs. Parker had just called his name and was holding his paper out toward him. Mrs. Jennings would have been a star on the football squad--he had never seen a better interception. Not ever.

Mrs. Jennings was holding the test, and Dick was trying to disappear. Mrs. Jennings looked straight at him. She looked at his paper. Dick didn't even know his score yet, but he knew "the" score. He saw it written in Mrs. Jennings' eyes.

The hickory stick....that was for sure....that awful terrible hickory stick that she had threatened him with the night before if he didn't answer every question in history. He hadn't gone out with friends last night so he could be sure that he had his history and English work done better than any other person in the class. He suddenly wished he had studied more math.

Family Secrets! by Kiara Sarong (March 13, 2015)

Come here," she invited huskily. "You're not going to keep any pride or secrets from me. You're mine."

His knees went weak with pleasure at the possessive warmth in her voice. He swallowed, then slowly obeyed. The armless sofa allowed his legs to remain on the floor. Placing his buttocks in her lap, he buried his face in the velour cushions. The humiliation was profuse. Even though Deirdre was his wife, and they had been married nearly a year, he felt thoroughly exposed.

A Few Choice Refined Girls, by Rod Birch (March 13, 2015)

He recalled how he used to squirm when Miss Rachel would come to his desk and lay a hand on his shoulder, then rub the nape of his neck, all the while idly flicking a freshly cut hickory switch she'd taken from a tree in the school yard. He recalled, too, how he'd blush and warily eye the switch in Miss Rachel's hand. Fortunately for him, he never failed to answer correctly. He wondered what would've happened, though, if he had failed to answer her questions correctly. He'd often wondered whether the stories were true that Miss Rachel had made some boys stay after school and then would make them drop their trousers and bend over a desk? Then, or so the stories went, she would switch the poor boy's bare backside. And according to some of the stories, Miss Rachel seemed to downright enjoy switching a boy's bare bottom.

Poker Game, by Jason (March 9, 2015)

The bathroom door finally opened and I heard the soft padding of Jackie's feet on the bedroom carpet. As instructed, I kept my head down looking at the chair seat. A dresser drawer opened then closed, presumably for fresh panties. I next heard the rattling of loose change in my pants pocket and the sound of my belt sliding through the loops. My ass was doomed. More soft steps and she was in front of me. Her panties were now full size navy blue. My size 32 belt was draped around her neck and she was holding a pair of pink sheer panties in her hands. "Are you ready for the rest of your spanking, Kyle?" Before I could answer, she laughed and said, "Silly me. Nobody's ever ready for a spanking." She quickly turned serious again. "I was thinking about what you said about how the belt might break the skin and make you bleed. To set your mind at ease, I've decided to let you wear a little protective covering. She held up the pink panties for me to see. I wanted to protest that the spanking was enough and there was no need to add this humiliation, but I kept quiet. Jackie stepped behind me and I felt her lift one ankle then the other so I could step into the panties. A second later, they were pulled over my burning butt. They were so tight they actually made the sting worse.

Gabriella's Revenge, by Victoria (March 9, 2015)

She stopped and scolded again. She positioned him better over her knees. She wrapped her arm about him tighter and made him put his hand back so she could tuck his wrist under his body.

"And now, my little man, let's see how you like this. If you are so anxious to touch Gabriella, how about something of Gabriella's touching you?" With that, she brought the sandal down with a snap. Snap was right. It snapped and snapped all over his wiggling bottom. He couldn't stop the wiggling and yelling. It really stung. He bounced up and down on her lap and kicked his legs as he yelled.

"Don't you like that?"

Four Spankings in One Day, by Dr. Dlaniger (March 6, 2015)

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

Friend of a Friend, by Ralph Greco, Jr. (March 6, 2015)

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

Hot Negotiations, by Ed Finn (March 2, 2015)

I suggested we should make sure we both understand where the line is between our “normal,” so-called, real lives and the “play lives” we had created the previous evening. Lisa pointed out the line might not be that easy to draw, and we agreed to leave it open to on-going interpretation and negotiation. The main thing was honesty; as long as we always understand where the other is coming from, the line can, in fact, move based on circumstances, of all kind.

His and Hers, and Hers, by A.W. (March 2, 2015)

It started about seven years ago, during the first few months of being a newlywed. My wife Janet is a nurse who worked at a small suburban hospital in Westchester, NY. I'm a teacher at a private school in New York City. Our sex life was, and is still, good. We experimented with different things which included spanking. After reading several letters in magazines such as Penthouse, we each took turns being the spanker and spankee, using the open hand and a variety of positions. Our favorite, however, is the classical 'over the knee' position, with the receiver having a bare bottom. Janet has a full and muscular backside, which I like to make pink and tingle. On the other hand, she can really dish it out as well and has given me many a reason to sleep on my stomach. All in all, we never get too severe, and always end up by applying a soothing lotion to the recipient's hot buns. I must also mention that, up until the time of this incident, we only spanked for fun, never using it as a form of discipline.

Hairbrush? Whatever..... by Ed Finn (February 27, 2015)

Livia grinned and spanked on. She’d heard it all many time before. Todd was in that stage where a youngster first begins to realize a spanking is at least a semiserious thing. He has given up the silent treatment and is now making demands, commanding his spanker to cease and desist. The flaw in his theory of how to best prevent further damage to his stinging backside is obvious to all but him. The simple rule of thumb is, one does not attempt to order his spanker about. Until a better alternative is found, the spanking will not only continue, as did Todd’s, now approaching the four minute mark, but the spanker becomes ever more inspired as the victim becomes ever more strident in his demands. It’s all simple human nature, but how many of us are tuned in to the simple demands of human nature when so sorely distracted? Todd certainly was not.

Aunt Harriet & the Long Ride Home, by The Sergeant (February 27, 2015)

The show lasted about ten minutes and encompassed about twenty_five swats of that paddle. Pamela's cheeks were bright red and there were small deeper purplish spots that would become bruises as the immediate impact ebbed. She had been well paddled and as she slowly stood up, when Aunt Harriet said she could, she rubbed her bottom frantically. I knew I should get out of the tree and get back to a more innocent place, but I kept hoping she would turn toward the window before restoring her clothing. But, by chance or Pamela's own concern for modesty, she moved away from the window, over to where I could barely see her and dressed, her back still to my direction. Not as much as I had hoped, but none_the_less more than I had ever witnessed before. While adults were frequently in attendance at punishments, the family was careful not to mix the sexes of the younger group during punishment.

Learning Her Rules, by Jason (February 23, 2015)

Finally, Mary moved from the chair back to the bed. Bill heard her footsteps, but kept writing until she said, "Bring your papers to me." He quickly stacked them, making sure they were in the proper order of numbers and brought them over. Mary looked carefully at each sheet. "Two hundred twenty-four times; very nice. I think this rule is definitely locked in your mind. Now I want to lock it in her heart as well. Kneel in front of me with your hands cupping your bottom cheeks and your head bowed." Bill was a little slow to obey. "I mean it, young man. If I have to repeat myself, then it's that wide thick belt after the hairbrush." He quickly knelt and placed his hands on the panty seat, his eyes looking at her shoes. "I want to hear a polite and sincere request for me to put you over my knee, take down your panties, and spank your bare bottom with the hairbrush as many times as I think necessary to be sure you have learned this first rule. From this point forward until I take you out of your training and punishment panties, you are to address me as ma'am."

Hellion, by Alexandra (February 23, 2015)

Smack, smack, smack! As I continued with the paddling, I tried to figure how I was going to manage the next step: getting those leather jeans down where they belonged. I couldn't think of any sure-fire way that would insure Josh wouldn't just bolt away. But deciding that I didn't want to waste any more time with meaningless smacks, I took the risk, and I pushed him off my lap to the floor, hanging on to one wrist as I did.

"Take down your pants," I immediately ordered.

Her Mother's Daughter, by Rob Birch (February 20, 2015)

Suddenly his predicament seemed to dawn on him. Bare ass naked in public. Panic stricken, he glanced around. Our next door neighbor stood on her porch, eyes wide, mouth open, staring fixedly at his still semi-erect penis. Hunched over, trying to cover himself with his hands, he slowly took two steps backward. Suddenly he pivoted and desperately scampered up the front walk onto the front porch. Grabbing the front door handle, he twisted.

Mother Vera's Secret, by Papa (February 20, 2015)

Leona frowned but said she would do as Vera indicated. She felt Vera was her best hope of putting Matthew back on the road to proper behaviour. Her two other children responded quite acceptably when their behaviour merited a lengthy private time across her knees. On those occasions, all Leona had to do was take her paddle from its hook and point to the stairs. They knew where Mother was directing them. And why she closed her bedroom door once inside. Mother never allowed any interruption when she was giving correction. Matthew, on the other hand, had been in a stage of. . .well, what else could anyone call it but rebellion ever since he turned 16. If Matthew didn't respond to the kind of spanking she had just heard Vera give her daughter -- with still another soon to follow, Lord help her -- Leona thought, well. . .

Ginger, by Gregory Babcock (February 16, 2015)

“You will not tell me anything,” snarled Ginger. “You will not even ask me anything! Not when it comes to disciplining you! I will spank you … spank you good … whenever I choose to spank you! As often as I choose to spank you! With whatever I choose to spank you with! For as long as I choose to spank you. Believe me, when I finish with you, you’re not going to be able to sit down for a week! (WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!) This is my fanny!”

Good Reminders, by Jason (February 16, 2015)

Linda raised the paddle. She paused for a second to admire Casey's adorable firm butt inside the tight white underpants. SMACK! She put the first one on the lower part of his right cheek. "That was to remind you to get my daughter home on time." Casey grunted quietly and squirmed a little. There was a sting but nothing he couldn't handle. SMACK! She switched to the left side.Again a sting, but nothing bad. "No drinking since my daughter is under twenty-one." SMACK! "Drive carefully for your sake, Allison's sake, and for the sake of other people on the road." SMACK! "Your hands do not touch below my daughter's waist in back or below her neck in front." SMACK! "Neither one of you will remove a single article of clothing unless it's a jacket or sweater." SMACK! "If you have car trouble or something else happen, you will call me as soon as possible." She was alternating between cheeks. Casey was still grunting a little with each spank, but stayed still. SMACK! "Do you understand, Casey?"

Fundraiser, by Lee (February 13, 2015)

Having said this, Elaine adjusted Freddy on her lap and drew back her hand. When she brought it down again, it came down unbelievably hard. It exploded across Freddy's waiting bottom which elicited a pained yelp from him. She waited for the full effect of that slap to 'sink in' before drawing her arm back and delivering the second time once again bringing it down with a resounding "smack" on the very same territory as the first one. Again, Freddy let out a yelp of pain as the burn of the slap penetrated his posterior. Then she did something unexpected. She began to very gently stroke the target area which made him wriggle and squirm on her lap. The two slaps had made his bottom incredibly sensitive. But just then he found out that it wasn't just his bottom that was sensitive as she reached between his legs and gave a few strokes to the little area of skin which sits just behind the bottom of the scrotum. She then reached back and accepted the hairbrush from the sister. He braced himself. If she could have that much effect with just her hand, he was not looking forward to what she would be able to do with that mean looking hairbrush. Sure enough, when she made contact with his bottom with the hairbrush, he screamed in pain. Harold, still restrained at the post awaiting his fate, shuddered. He wasn't sure that he could take two of those, let alone that this was just the first turn of the afternoon. But he also knew that he had no choice in the matter.

Gorgeous Gams, by Victoria (February 13, 2015)

Victoria kept up a rapid fire of smacks which were making him feel like he was on fire. He was trying to be still and take it like a man, but he was losing his battle with that as the sharp stings of the ruler landed again and again. She completely covered and peppered his bottom with the ruler and then it got worse. She went back to a previously spanked area and began to concentrate on it. Over and over again until Charles had to cry out and had to beg for her to stop. Then he started to kick. He had to do something. He had to react. He couldn't just take it. He yelled out a little more and begged her to stop. She moved a bit south and slammed that ruler against the lower part of his bottom. He wiggled and squirmed and wagged his bottom and knew that he was putting on a show for the two women.

Hand of God, by Bellaroses (February 9, 2015)

A million spanks I will give her. My hand will raise and fall, SPANK SLAP SMACK, I will talk, scold, lecture, admonish. I will talk incessantly, spank continuously, not give her a chance to protest or explain, complain. SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK She will roll her hips from side to side, quicker, faster. Her legs will begin to flail about, unconsiously, she will kick out in a frenzy, loosing control! SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK Her sobs will become blubbering, her yelps blabbering pleadings for mercy. I suppose I will have to stop when she begins to beg for mercy. My slapping will slow, reluctantly. My smacks will be gentler. I will be struck with pity and will rub soothingly at the bright burning punished cheeks. My fingers will slip, my thumb will slide, maybe, down into the crevice, still hotter than the rest of her flesh which will be burning as bright as the hellfire. I will have to forgive her then. A few more spanks, gentle reminders, a little more soothing, patting, comforting.

Happily Ever After, by Greg Babcock (February 9, 2015)

She beckoned me to drape myself across her lap! That was, of course, familiar territory! But, not that familiar! Never before had so much of my flesh come in erotic, esoteric, contact with so much of her flesh! My member – which wound up pushed downward, and wedged between my lower abdomen and the top of her right thigh – was gurgling more than that lethal mixture in the damn sink!

She reached behind her – and took hold of that damn syringe! Then, she dipped the nozzle into the hot, suds-laden, pungent, witch’s-brew in the sink! It seemed as though it took forever for the damn thing to fill! And we're talking about a shaft the length – and with the opening – of your normal, everyday, garden variety, fire hose! All right! So I’m exaggerating! But, not by much!

Nanny Watches, by Randy Slapp (February 6, 2015)

Aunt Rita taught me plenty about the baring and spanking of young womans. I found out the dreaded wooden hairbrush wasn't the worst, as Elly and Robby occasionally had to take the leather strap which licked down between their legs into spots the hairbrush didn't reach. And Rita had various ways of baring the children's behinds. Sometimes she unsnapped, unzipped and lowered jeans or skirts herself, and other times she required the kids to drop their own clothes. Poor Elly and Bobby never knew how they would be disrobed, but they always knew they would be spanked bare bottomed!

Even though I came to admit to myself how much I looked forward to witnessing my cousin's spankings, I was a very fair and loving "Nanny" to the kids. Elly and Robby and I love each other deeply now, and they've told me they don't blame me for any of their spankings - I rarely finked on them to their mom, and when I did the kids knew they deserved it.

See Napoleoun Bonaparte Naked, by Gregory Babcock (February 6, 2015)

“He might crawl … stark naked … into bed with Josephine,” expounded our leader. “But, you’d have to be a little bit careful. You see, Josephine was exceptionally cold-blooded. That doesn’t mean she was frigid. I don’t think very much is known about her love-making proclivities … so you’d probably have some little bit of leeway there. But, she hated … positively despised … the cold. So, while it might not upset some historian’s concept of Napoleon, to have him crawl into the feathers … in the buff … such would probably not be the case with Josephine. And historical romance fans are usually history buffs. So, you’ve got to be really careful. My suggestion would be that you’d want to have her clad … I suppose … in a nightgown of the heaviest, warmest, material. Wool. Flannel. Whatever. But, it should be warm. I point these things out … not especially to … ah … titillate you, but to bring home the point that you should be as factually correct as possible, when you write these things. Queen Victoria? Well, some say that she was very passionate. Others say she was a cold fish. You could, I suppose, have her naked … at some point … too. But, you’d have to pretty well check her out … as to how long she’d remain that way. And … sad to say … I’m no help. I’ve never studied … not all that much … about Queen Victoria. But, you get my drift.”

Private Lessons, by Victoria (February 2, 2015)

Dear Lord! Was it actually going to come true? She wasn’t rattling my cage – just to see me disintegrate before her very eyes – was she? She wouldn’t be so sadistic as to have me rent a room – and then not show up – would she?

Let me explain: The “Whoopie Motel” was a term they used to use on the old Sonny & Cher Show. Everyone knew what they meant – even in those more-pristine days of television. The Ram’s Head Motel, on the bypass, was our town’s answer to the “Whoopie Hotel”. It was located way back from the highway – and provided boodles of parking space behind the three-story building. It was comprised of 60 rooms – all of which had exotic lighting and water beds (with vibrators) and mirrors on every wall, as well as the ceiling above each of the king-sized beds. Everyone in town called it the “Whoopie Motel”! I guess it was a pretty heart-felt tribute to a pretty neat TV show.

You're So Polite, by Gregory Babcock(January 30, 2015)

I’d retired -- a little over three years before -- at sixty-two. By the time I was sixty-five, I was feeling pretty good about it. I had a little mail order business going -- and, while I wasn’t setting the world on fire, financially speaking, I wasn’t doing all that badly. If I’d have had to have depended upon the magnificent stipend our glorious Social Security Administration deigned to bestow upon my unworthy butt, I’d have been in the poor house -- especially since I’d retired three years “early”. You only get something like 80% of what you’d normally get -- if you’d hung in the labor force for those three years.

The Power Behind the Throne, by Gregory Babcock (January 30, 2015)

"Don't want to hear it, Ted. You're going to get your bum caned ... and caned good! Just be ready for it when you get home. And don't pull the 'I'll be home late' routine, either. For every ten minutes past six-thirty, you'll get an extra six. An extra six of the best!"

"But ... but, listen, Monica. I did my best to push the thing through. But, the damn City Council ... well, you know how Bert Hodgin is. If the mall could've gone up on his property over on the south edge of town ... by the college ... the thing would've passed with flying colors. He'd have made a bundle, and I suppose we'd all be happy as hell."

"They don't need a mall down by the college. They've already got a mall down by the college. We need a mall ... need it badly ... out by Westside library and the assembly plant."

A Good Session, by Jason (January 26, 2015)

Jason removed everything except his T-shirt, and quickly pulled up the ruffled panties. His stomach was churning in a delicious fear and anticipation he hadn't felt since he and his Swedish nurse had sadly parted company fifteen years before. He looked at the growing bulge in the front of the tight panties and felt the stirrings in his groin. He also hadn't been this excited in years. After using the toilet, he knocked softly on the door.

Karen, now wearing white bra and panties, opened the door and held out her hand to Jason. They went in the dimly lit room, and stopped after Karen closed the door. As she turned a wall switch, the lights came up slowly, and Jason gasped at a room he had only read about in books, seen in videos, or fantasized in his mind. With beige walls and brown pile carpet, it would've looked like an ordinary room except for furnishings one wouldn't normally see in people's homes. A bondage bed, covered in black upholstery, took up the far end. Toward the center was one large straight chair, facing burgundy covered drapes on the far wall. To the side of the big chair were a row of smaller chairs. Placed just beyond them was a whipping bench, covered in black with a hump in the middle to elevate the buttocks.

A Trip to the Shrink, by Greg Babcock (January 26, 2015)

The resounding CRACK! of leather pounding down upon bare flesh cut the protest, as would the sharpest knife. It felt as though I had a dozen knives stabbing me back there!

I began to clench my cheeks, an involuntary move.

"Web! Relax yourself back there!" commanded the good doctor. "A whipping or strapping or whatever has to be on a perfectly relaxed butt. You're just making it more difficult for yourself by scrunching up your cheeks! It actually hurts worse than if the buttocks are relaxed."

I Don't Get a Slap on the Fanny, by Gregory Babcock (January 23, 2015)

Dear Lord! Was it actually going to come true? She wasn’t rattling my cage – just to see me disintegrate before her very eyes – was she? She wouldn’t be so sadistic as to have me rent a room – and then not show up – would she?

Let me explain: The “Whoopie Motel” was a term they used to use on the old Sonny & Cher Show. Everyone knew what they meant – even in those more-pristine days of television. The Ram’s Head Motel, on the bypass, was our town’s answer to the “Whoopie Hotel”. It was located way back from the highway – and provided boodles of parking space behind the three-story building. It was comprised of 60 rooms – all of which had exotic lighting and water beds (with vibrators) and mirrors on every wall, as well as the ceiling above each of the king-sized beds. Everyone in town called it the “Whoopie Motel”! I guess it was a pretty heart-felt tribute to a pretty neat TV show.

Stacey, by Uncle George (January 23, 2015)

Stacey bit her bottom lip, and with a sigh she could feel through out her body, she let out her breath, and laid over the broad expanse of Carl's waiting lap. She settled comfortably, folding her hands and resting her forehead on them, while her brain registered the cooler air as Carl lifted her skirt and slip to an untidy bunch at her waist. Her body tingled all over as she felt his fingers inserted into the elastic of her white panties. They stretched as Carl started pulling them down, brushing his fingers over the highly sensitive skin of her bare behind and setting it on fire where they touched. Stacey lifted her hips, allowing Carl to pull her underpants all the way down until they shackled her knees.

She felt the shift in weight as Carl sat back and contemplated her bare naked behind, and she shivered in a combination of fear, embarrassment and anticipation all of which she loved. Part of her knew that she shouldn't be letting Carl see her like this until the wedding night, but the build up of pleasurable sensations within her told her that she would never be able to resist doing it. At the same time, she knew that it was weird for anyone especially at her age, to actually like getting spanked like a naughty little girl, but again she could no more resist it than she could escape breathing. She didn't exactly go out of her way to get Carl to spank her, but she didn't do anything to avoid it either. The truth was, as she admitted to herself many times, she did like it and wasn't about to change it!

Spankcakes Anyone, by Lenny (January 19, 2015)

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.

The State of the Delancey Lawn, by Rachel Heath (January 19, 2015)

One day, she was driving home from shopping at K-Mart and, as she slowly navigated the twisting curving streets in her child-dominated neighborhood, saw a fellow out mowing the lawn. He was a long-haired young white guy she didn’t know in an undershirt and jeans. However, that triggered a memory.

Many years ago, when they were teenagers, Karen had seen George mowing the lawn in front of his home. He had looked especially handsome for he was shirtless and his fine, well-developed, masculine muscles shown in the summer sunshine. He could not have a block, she decided, since he had done it for his parents. Or could he? Was there some sort of fighting about this particular chore that had scarred his psyche?

She just did not understand and was at the very end of her tether. It was after a good dinner of one of George’s favorite meals, mushroom chicken, when he was watching a news show and Karen was lovingly massaging his neck and shoulders that she once again brought up the subject of the lawn. "I remember seeing you mow the lawn when we were kids, dear," she said, "so why can’t you do it now?"

Robin, by C. Flint (January 16, 2015)

I was so relieved that I did not notice the ping pong paddle in one hand. I received the first swat on my bare ass before I could turn towards the bathroom. It stung like hell; she hit me as hard as she could. Robin followed as I hobbled to the bathroom swatting me with every step I took. She stopped when I started to urinate but, by then, my backside was pink and stinging. As I contorted myself to flush the toilet, Robin pushed me over to the washing machine in the corner. Before I could react she bent me over it, pushed her hand between my legs and, with strength that surprised me, hoisted me onto the washer. My feet were off the floor and although I could wiggle I was really trapped. She carefully folded my shirt up making sure that there was nothing to stand between my rear and anything Robin wanted to use on it.

Jack Goes Shoplifting, by B.C. and Wife (January 16, 2015)

WHACK! "She was right." SMACK! "Bad little boys should be spanked!" WHACK! SMACK! SPANK! She spanked him with long sweeping strokes of the heavy hairbrush. He kick, cried and begged her to stop, but he never tried to put his hand back over his ass or roll off her lovely thighs.

She continued to lecture him on his rude behavior punctuating her words with hard spanks that rang out through the house. Marsha watched as the slow spanking progressed and decide that when her turn came to spank him with the hairbrush, she would spank him fast and furiously.

Jennifer's Secret, by C. Flint (January 12, 2015)

This time there was a thunderclap that filled the room like a pistol shot. The shock of the impact traveled up her arm and started an ache in Jennifer’s shoulder that did not fade until the spanking was over. Rafferty’s backside turned white where the hairbrush had landed and, as Jennifer raised it for the next smack, blood rushed to the spot turning it bright red. Rafferty yelped in surprise. Pleased at the effect of the first hard swat, Jennifer raised the hairbrush and spanked Rafferty’s fanny as hard and as fast as she could. As the hairbrush rose and fell leaving red ovals on his backside, Rafferty bit his lip trying to hold back his outcries. He grunted each time the hairbrush landed on his bottom and his body bucked butt there were no further cries. Jennifer found this very unsatisfying. Jennifer wanted to hear Rafferty wail in pain as he did in her fantasies. Jennifer wanted Rafferty to cry like a little boy being spanked over his mother’s lap.

Shower Spanking, by Ralph Greco, Jr. (January 12, 2015)

He did. With his head bent slightly, his broad freckled shoulders rolled forward and his unbidden, pumping hardness, Jim surrendered and turned slowly to the wall again. I knew if he addressed this issue, if we spoke about his manners, his conceit, the spanking would be all that worse for him. The way we were proceeding Jim could just turn and take it, never having to address or defend what it was that he had done to prompt this _attention’ from me. If Jim had disagreed, I would have of course stepped away and let him continue his shower, all the time both of us aware that I would have to confront him someday with my open palm and he his bare ass. I had simply seen Jim’s excitement, his acquiescence under those first few swats and he knew, that I knew, he needed a spanking. I truly believe all men can benefit from one (some more then one)...and as in Jim’s case, very many men secretly yearn for one.

Sharon's Revenge, by Ralph Greco, Jr. (January 9, 2015)

For Steven it was more then just standing here obviously erect for Bob's little raven haired wife, holding a hairbrush and wicked tight-lipped smile, that was making him hornier then all get out. It was Sharon's usual matter-of-factness, her confidence in the face of this, as yet unexplored territory for them. How she just assumed that he would allow a spanking, how indeed she knew Steven was hard not just from baring his boxers but how much he was indeedanticipating the smacks that brush would make hitting him.

For Sharon, well, she had always secretly wondered about Steve. For all the time she knew him he had been a bachelor and that simple fact intrigued her more then the man's sinewy long frame, his cold tiny blue eyes or how much she wondered if he was as hung as Bob. Silly 'school girl' questions she knew, but now that she had her brush in hand (and really why she had reached for it she had no idea, her and Bob never really got into anything kinky, despite her claim) and that Steven seemed open to the idea of her spanking him, she damn well wanted to

Reunion with Mama, by Jason (January 9, 2015)

As I stood still as she wanted, I wondered again why I was allowing her to do this at my supposedly adult age of twenty-two. Did I desire so much to never lose Mama that I was willing to be undressed and spanked over her knee like a five year old boy? I knew I would be spanked hard and long. There was nothing preventing me from getting dressed and walking out. Why didn't I do it? Was this part of trying to make up for all the years we were separated? A friend had told me that the best Mama and I could hope for was to be friends at my adult age. If he could only see me now, naked except for my underpants and waiting in a corner to be spanked. It was more than just the friendship he talked about.
I have to confess something else. Mama had pointed out that I had never had a real spanking like she would give me. I was curious about how it would feel when my underpants were pulled down, leaving my bottom totally bare. What would her hand and the hairbrush feel like as they pummeled my bare bottom? Would she make me cry and beg for her to stop? Would she say and do things to embarrass me? I was about to find out. The door opened and she walked up behind me.

Sunday in the Colonies, by Michael (January 5, 2015)

At the house, Mother led me to the shed. I painfully removed my britches and assumed the required position over the barrel. But Mother, as only a mother can, felt sorrow for my welted flesh and only rubbed goose grease onto my painful backside. She helped me to my feet and admonished me only with her stony silence. I knew that when my backside had healed, she would re-welt every inch of my poor flesh. Thus I would have to endure two beatings for only one day of seeming fun.

It was eight days before my buns had healed enough for Mother. Each afternoon I would suffer through the indignity of removing my britches and allow her to inspect my flesh. My buttocks were well bruised for the first few days and I ate more than a few meals standing. By the next Sabbath my bottom had healed sufficiently to allow me to be a picture of decorum at the meeting despite Penticost's attempts at angering me with her too-smug smile. I was a virtual saint. Benoni Simkins had compassion for me in her eyes and I then vowed that as soon as she reached marrying age of sixteen the next year, I would ask her father for permission to wed this earth bound angel.

Summer School, Getting There is Half the Fun, by C. Flint (January 5, 2015)

Donna looked at me with annoyance. She kept driving with her eyes straight ahead and her lips pressed tightly together. As we came to a picnic stop she pulled the car over to the side of the road. Silently she opened my door and pulled me out onto the grassy area. Grabbing me by the earlobe, she led me around the car and pushed me over the hood, my bottom facing out to the road. A flip of her hand and the loose pleated skirt was over my back.

"Sooner or later," she said, "you are going to realize that I expect total cooperation." Donna had the short strap that she had used on me the night before in her hand. I heard the swish as it cut through the air and smacked into the sodden panties clinging to my bottom. My buttocks were tender already and the first stroke fell directly across the base of the thing that she had inserted into my bottom. I began to blubber as soon as I felt the sting. Donna paid no attention to my wails. She gave me at least half a dozen swats before she stopped. By then I was crying and begging incoherently.

Playing with Patti's Panties, by H.B. (January 2, 2015)

Crack! She had her favorite paddle in her hand. Mama's Stinger. Just light enough to provide maximum sting with minimum bruising. It was round, about five inches in diameter, with a one inch hole in the center. A ten inch handle gave her plenty of room to play with. I could hear it whistle at me as each smack descended. She was picking up a steady rhythm. Crack, one, two, Crack, one, two, Crack, one, two. She moved the stinger around so that it had a chance to visit every part of my bottom. Every ninth or tenth smack seemed to wind up on an upper thigh. Crack, one, two, Crack, one, two. Each smack felt like a bee sting. It wasn't long until I had bee stings all over.

With a Ping Pong Paddle in Her Hand, by Greg Babcock (January 2, 2015)

"Oh, stop it. I'm sure the paddling Laura gave you was much worse than what you've had up until now. By the time I finish your spanking, though, that may be another story. I'm aiming to top that paddling. I'm also aiming at your ass!" Again and again and again the horrible hair brush visited tongs of flame to my naked butt! I began to squirm, but she held me tightly as she continued to whack my exposed fanny. At one point, I put my right hand back in an ill-advised attempt to ward off some of the punishment to my right bottom cheek. I received a terrible rap on my knuckles for my effort. I didn't try that again.

She didn't miss a stroke, bringing the hard wood down upon my bare flesh back there in a staccato tempo that was building a fire of huge proportions in my rump. The sound of the CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! filled the room---if not the entire apartment complex. I wondered if the neighbors on each side--as well as those upstairs and downstairs are aware of the fact that I was getting a terrible spanking.

Reports from the Disciplinarium, by W. Arthur (December 29, 2014)

V noted that once Monroe saw the hairbrush, he hesitated, even backing up a few steps. Following procedure in such cases, V began lightly tapping the brush on her thigh and looked at Monroe, stating calmly, “I’m going to start to count. If you are not over my lap by the time I reach 3, I will double your punishment and spank you in the waiting room. If you are not across my lap by the time I reach 6, I will leave the room and advise your employer that you failed to complete the punishment. What happens after that is between you and your employer. However, you will not be given another chance here. Do you understand?”

After Hours, by Victoria (December 29, 2014)

Harriet could hear the gritted teeth in the reply. John always hated to be wrong, and he hadn't had too much experience at it. He was excellent and always would be. He strived for excellence. Always. Harriet certainly admired him. However, she wasn't going to allow him to get away with trying to hide a mistake, no matter how small. John needed to be wrong once in a while. It was good for his character. This spanking would be very good for him. If he could take it'and live with the embarrassment afterwards. That would remain to be seen.

My Favorite Fantasy, by Ed (December 26, 2014)

She strolled across the room. I don't know how anyone could walk so slowly and so deliberately and so threateningly. She held the hairbrush in one hand, and she slapped it against her hand with each step. She watched me squirm and yell. I begged. I yanked at the restraints. I was caught. I kicked out with one foot and then the other.  "Stop that."

The New Governess, by F.P. (December 26, 2014)

"Very well, young lady. You have now earned 10 extra spanks for dawdling! If I have to come and get you it will be 25 extra!" Lisa finally snapped out of it and made her way over to her governess' side. Emily reached up and grabbed her, dragging her over her lap. She took a moment to adjust the naughty girl on her lap, then lifted her dress up to her slender waist. Although she knew it was coming, Lisa still cried out in horror as Emily pulled her white nylon panties down to her knees. With the decks cleared for action, Emily raised the hairbrush and brought it down decisively across both dimpled cheeks. Again the study was filled with the sound of a solid wooden hairbrush spanking soft feminine flesh and the anguished cries of one very sore teenager.

Growing Pains, by Chantal (December 22, 2014)

I'll go home when I'm good and ready," he went on. "I'm eighteen, and I can do what I want now. Aunt Iris is just a lot of gas. She always threatens to spank me, but she knows I'm too big for that now."  He snatched a cigarette from Paul's pack. As he lit it, notwithstanding his outburst of bravado, he dreaded the ultimate showdown with his aunt, but at least it would come later. Most important, his friends would not be there to witness it. If the guys ever found out that Aunt Iris frequently left him hopping from one foot to the other while furiously rubbing a blistered bottom, he'd NEVER be able to live it down.  "Very enlightening speech, Denny."

Partners, by Ralph Greco, Jr. (December 22, 2014)

I faced my wall to wall bathroom mirror and waited as the tall man managed a few short wet steps. He crossed close in front of me, his clean scent filling my nostrils as he moved. I stole a glance at my reflection then: there was a slight blush to my soft cheek bones; the cool of the shirt’s color contrasted with my black thigh-highs; my bottom outlined perfectly in the starched material that covered it. I liked the fact that in the position we were in I would be able to see both Tony’s ass and face as he endured my swats and if he wished to, he could look up to the sexy reflection I presented.

Mother Knows Best, by James Sondance (December 19, 2014)

Katherine had the key and led the way up the stairs. Mother motioned me to proceed her and brought up the rear. Sandwiched between the two, I was completely confused. I had hardly hoped Mother would be willing to watch when I was stripped for spanking. Now was she actually planning to do it herself? Surely she did not think long_ago reprimands of children qualified her as a Dom? Her daughter might not be much better but at least she had agreed to attempt the role.

At that moment I felt some light slaps on my trousers. The hand remained there afterwards as if testing target resiliency. "You are going to get it," Mother said and I heard Katherine snicker. We promenaded into the kitchen and I looked at Minerva expectantly. "It's hot in here," was all she said. "Put on some coffee, Kat. I'm going to get in something cooler."

Senator Lee's Day in Court, by B.J. (December 19, 2014)

"Oh, I think you'll find it's the most natural thing in the world once you get started. The important thing is to break down his false pride and remind him that he's not an adult yet. The best way to accomplish that is to take his pants down; spank him on the bare. That will begin to put him in his place. "On the bare or not at all," I always say. I would also suggest that you spank really hard, until he cries. Don't pay any heed to his apologies until you're absolutely sure you've driven the point home. It will hurt him now, but it will help him in the long run."
Nancy hadn't thought that she would be spanking Rodger on the bare. She hadn't seen him naked since before he entered puberty. Boys of his age were so conscious of their modesty around their mothers; Rodger especially so. Yet, she had changed his diapers and wiped his little bottom. If anybody had a right to spank him bare, she did. Besides it would take him down a peg or two. It would be humiliating, true, but he could use a dose of humility. It would also firmly establish their relative positions; she was the mother, he was the child..

A Spanking from the Teacher, by Naughty Norman (December 15, 2014)

"Bend over my knee, Norman," she said. "Let's just see if this will motivate you to be a better student in my class!" Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Her hand came down hard on my bare heinie.
"Ouch! O000! Stop! I'm sorry! I will do better!" Smack! Smack! Smack!
Her hand covered my bottom at least fifty times. Then she stopped and told me to get up.

Oh Stonewall! Oh Stonewall! by Rod Birch (December 15, 2014)

But, sister, more important was this. Whether you know it or not, our Mama is a passionate woman, extremely passionate. Oh, my, yes. And once when she was in her cups, she told me that not only did those switchings of Mr. Beauregarde's bare bottom excite her, but she claimed he would also become incredibly aroused and their fornication would be fantastically exciting. Can you imagine that? Mama claimed that once she had him stripped naked and just before she would begin switching him, his male member would engorge and stand out straight and hard. It seems that just the thought of the chastisement he was about to receive on his bare bottom from our petite mother would inflame and stimulate him. And, Mama, of course loved to see that. As did I, that time I was allowed to watch.

Partners, by Ralph Greco, Jr (December 12, 2014)

The woman stood purposely, legs spread, feet in short heels planted on the tile floor (of course this part of her was obscured by the high bathroom cabinet and toilet). She was smiling slightly, thin lips parted in her pretty pale chubby face, her button down shirt falling to mid thigh, a heavy amount of thigh peeking from the side of the shirt, exposing tight black stockings with the slightest whisper of white thigh at their top. The man’s full sharp face was red, his forehead nearly pressed to the reflective glass, his big hand supporting him, clutching the sink. From this position his long legs were just visible and his high hips fed the secret that obscured his bottom beyond. But it was no secret to me. Timothy’s ass was clenched, red and hot, criss-crossed with slightly raised box designs and little red dots.

Patti's Dilemma, by CJ West (December 12, 2014)

"But, Daddy," Patti pleaded, "I don't deserve double pun. . . . " "Quiet, Patti! This is not up for debate. You either march yourself upstairs and get into your pajamas or I'll strip you right here and spank you in the living room." The thought of her two younger brothers, her younger sister or any of her nosy neighbors seeing her get it was mortifying. She got to her feet and headed for the stairs. On the way up she realized her father had threatened to "strip her". "I guess that means he plans to spank my bare bottom," she thought, blushing deeper. That had only happened twice since she became a teenager.

Panties and Paddles, by Jason (December 8, 2014)

As I'm writing this story in the study, a handsome well built twenty-six year old man named Tommy is standing in a corner across the room. This is the second time the young man has been sent to John and me for punishment and correction by his dominant partner, and will be spending a week with us. He is naked except for pink nylon bikini panties, and his body hair has been shaved from neck to toes. In a few minutes, I will call him out of the corner, and he will bend over a kitchen stool. I will remove his panties and swat him twenty times with my old nursing school paddle. After more corner time and questions about how he will improve his behavior toward his dominant, he will lie naked over my lap for sixty spanks with a hairbrush. When I shaved his body hair this morning, I gave him a complete physical (we haven't lost our nursing skills). Tommy has a firm bottom and can be spanked long and hard.

Take Your Pants Down, Darling, by James Sondance (December 8, 2014)

Looking at Bertha's serious face I had an uneasy feeling. Wonder if the open window that morning had really been an oversight? Could Angie have wanted to show her friend just how to "see that I behave?" And that the reason for the pink complexion? But the thought of a spanking from Bertha made me laugh out loud. Even a cloistered virgin would know that kind of punishment had to be on bare skin. If she had ears she'd be able to tell from the sound that there had been nothing between Angie's paddle and my bottom that morning. There was no way to expose my rear for a licking without putting some very private male anatomy on view. I was safe from that kind of reprimand from Bertha. No bashful virgin lady could ever be that immodest. Reassured, I started to tease. "What will you do about it if I don't, Bertha?"

One Down, Twenty to Go, by Jason (December 5, 2014)

Monica spanked at a deliberately slow pace, increasing the hardness a little with each smack. She alternated between left and right for the first twenty. Lee was making soft yelping noises and started squirming slightly. His spanker was starting to gain confidence, raising her arm a little higher, her hand following her eye, placing each spank where she wanted it. After every five, she would rub her hand on his panties, both to relieve the sting and feel the mounting warmth. Over the anxiety she felt at the first, she was more confident that she could provide her brave love with what he needed. She was learning strictness to be firm and resolute for his best interests.

Ordeal by Leather, by Jason (December 5, 2014)

Dawn rubbed the rough leather back on Franklin's sensitized pink bottom. "Have you ever felt a leather covered brush on your hindquarters, Worm? I had it specially made for sissy boys like you, the leather cut and glued to wood. It may have a little softer impact than a normal wood brush, but that means I can use it longer. What's really nice is the roughed surface. I can not only spank you to make you suffer, I can also rub it over your tender, red bottom to make you suffer more." She rubbed the brush over the surface vigorously for a moment. Franklin uttered a loud moan, his head jerking up, a rictus of pain on his handsome face. Dawn laughed. "That's after a mild hand spanking Think what it will feel like after a hundred smacks of the brush." She had no intention of spanking him one hundred times with the brush, but might as well give him something else to be terrified about. That was all part of it. She had to save something for the final implement.

When Old Friends Meet, by Greg Babcock (December 1, 2014)

He put up his hand -- which was just as well. I didn't really know what to say, anyway. "I'm sure I'm not telling you anything," he explained, "when I tell you that Jessie enjoys spanking mens' asses. I've let her have a crack or two and mine ... unfortunate choice of words. It's okay, you know. For a while, anyway. And to a point. But, I can't take a really hard spanking. Well, maybe I could ... but, I'm not about to. Not as hard as she'd like to paddle me. So, I decided that ... if you and I got along worth a flip ... I'd let her have a go at your ass. Your bare ass. I don't mind if she gives it to you on your bare ass. Of course, I certainly don't expect anything else to happen."

Obvious Need, by Victoria (December 1, 2014)

Bob tried to will himself to be soft. However, his will wasn't working well. Of course, as Maddie had pointed out to him more than once, if he had any will power, he wouldn't need a good spanking from time to time. He often wondered why he let her do it. He had convinced himself that it was because she was a police chief and accustomed to giving orders. She worked with people all the time and motivated them. She was responsible for them. He was more creatively bent. He didn't believe in limits and boundaries in his work and unfortunately had gone through a depressed time that he hadn't done much. Then Maddie came into his life. He had attempted to be a police artist when he couldn't be any other type. Maddie hadn't been a chief then. She had been a detective. She had seen something that no one else ever saw. He had gotten his first spanking the night that he had tried to explain how he couldn't commit. He loved her and all that and really wanted to be with her but he simply couldn't commit. Maddie had taught him about commitment. She said one simply had to discipline themselves to commitment. She had shown him how to do it.

Meg Manages, by Pete (November 28, 2014)

Meg smiles contentedly. This is all a dream come true for her as well. She had a real crush on Craig that summer, and had contrived to peep in on almost all of his spankings. His ignorance of her had made her mad, made her long to be the one whose lap he spanned, the one who so vigorously blistered his cute and chubby buns, the one who so warmly comforted him when the spanking had concluded. She had considered it but a flight of fancy though, for he wasn't in Iowa, and now they were both adults. But she had begun to have second thoughts when he first began acting up, and by the end of the party was convinced that he was really asking for a good, sound spanking. Probably really needs a good, sound spanking. And so here he is. A dream come true. She takes some time to savor the moment. Admiring the smoothly swelling contours of his plump posterior. Every bit as attractive as those now routinely seen in perfume ads in Vogue. She runs her hand exploringly over the twin mounds, suppressing a giggle at his compliance. Surprised, but pleased, and realizes this must be fulfilling some deep felt needs of his, too. She doubts, however, that he will be pleased for long, for she intends to be quite severe! She clears her throat and croaks, "All right, Craig, I guess I don't have to tell you what this is all about, do I?"

Melanie's Seminar, by Jason (November 28, 2014)

"Good answer, naughty man. The paddle and strap of level six were waiting after the hairbrush." Robert stood still in the corner as Melanie explained all eight levels of punishment to her guests. Then, while tapping the hairbrush against her palm, she gave Robert a scathing lecture on his inconsiderate and immature behavior that had him waiting for a harsh session with her hairbrush. She would be especially strict tonight, wanting to demonstrate how soundly a man could and should be punished. "Over by my side, Robby, in position."

Molly & Mike, by Jason (November 24, 2014)

"Don't give me that. I saw your bleary eyes and stifled yawns. Your head was hurting too. It was a hangover from your bachelor party after the rehearsal." Mike ruefully nodded. "I should put you over my knee and spank you until you can't sit for a week to teach you some self control." She pulled on his arm, thinking he'd never let her do it. To her surprise, he let himself be guided face down over her lap. After a few moments to get over her shock, she gave him a few playful smacks, thinking he'd force his way up, and that would be the end of the joke. She was further astounded when he lay there with no objections. She started spanking the seat of his white underpants harder like she had her younger brother several times as they were growing up. Unlike Colin, Mike didn't offer the slightest protest. After five minutes, she yanked down his briefs and spanked him harder, thinking he'd definitely put a stop to it. He groaned and squirmed, but said nothing. He didn't beg her to stop or try to put his hand over his bottom. He was also getting hard between her thighs. "He likes this!" she thought, and laid into him for another five minutes.

A Mommy I Will Always Be, by Ralph Greco, Jr. (November 24, 2014)

I had been flattered as he rubbed crazily against me. It was his first time after all (mine as well); who knew what reaction either of us would have. Being new it all, I simply took Jeremy’s sighing and rubbing as an indication that my swats were effective so I increased the swats as he bucked, cried and finally quivered in orgasm over my lap. He had begged for me to stop then as he composed himself, gathering the towel to dry off. I realized what had happened and for some unexplainable reason (a reason I still cannot fathom, for I wasn’t really angry with him for coming) I continued spanking the bottom below me despite Jeremy’s request not to. My employee nearly leapt off my lap, spent as he was, and I suddenly realized that with his attention now off his rising erection and impending orgasm his ‘attention’ would be all the more to the pain he was receiving!

Miss Kathy's Way, by Jason (November 21, 2014)

Blushing, he picked up the hairbrush and walked to Katherine's side. She didn't take it right away, and patted his taut buns through the nylon briefs that fit like a second skin. She grasped the waist band and pulled them away to get them over his penis. She slowly lowered the briefs to his knees, impressed by the size of what she had revealed. She imagined them in bed, her on top of him, impaled on his erection, pumping his red sore bottom into the sheets and mattress. She took the hairbrush and tapped her thigh. Donny Lee lowered himself carefully to keep most of his weight off her. In position, he put his right hand in the small of his back. Someone's trained him well and it wasn't too long ago, thought Katherine. She made up her mind to get to the bottom of it after attending to his bottom. She felt her panties getting damp in the crotch, excited and aroused about spanking a strong young man who willingly accepted her discipline. Her relationship with Donny Lee would be more than employer/employee and go much farther than tonight's spanking.

Incident at a Rest Stop (November 21, 2014)

"FUCK!" SPLAT! Noreen's legs flew so far apart she became unbalanced and started to slide off her dad's lap, but was quickly pulled back. She sobbed loudly, kicking her legs frantically. Her whole bottom was now an angry red with darker spots along her right hip where the tip of the belt had dug in. In spite of her pain she continued to yell the word every few seconds. It was obvious that she had been well trained and knew that disobedience would only result in an even worse fate.

X Marks the Spot, by Iona (November 17, 2014)

And spank him she did. After tugging down his latex shorts to expose a bottom that was already flaming like a beacon and badly blistered, she ordered him to bend over the arm of the couch, where she spanked him severely for many long minutes. Spank… spank… spank…spank…the blows came hard and fast, as she layed into him with the wild swinging movements of one deranged, and crashed the cane down across his trembling behind again…and again…and again… But Barry had borne his punishment well, and bit down on his lower lip to prevent himself from crying out at the wild and savage ferocity of the beating. And never trying to suck his bottom in to avoid the next hard stripe that fell. And even when Penny had switched to the backs of his thighs after she had bled his bottom, he remained as still and stoically brave as a revered and suffering saint of old.

Practical Joker, by Greg Babcock (November 17, 2014)

"What ... what ... what are you ... ?" "I'm going to give you a spanking, of course! I'm going to spank you, Al! I'm going to spank your ass! Your bare ass! If you're going to act like some kind of little kid ... then, you're going to start getting treated like a little kid. And little kids get themselves spanked when they act up. That's what's going to happen to you ... happen to you right now. Get across here! Now!"

Hung Up! by Victoria (November 14, 2014)

"Oh... please... Martha..." Mike begged as she stood up and walked over to the dresser that had contained that fateful envelope. He wished he knew what was in it. He had a pretty good idea because he had requested a fantasy much like the one he was in. However, he never thought about Martha acting it out. It was exciting to think about what could happen. Who knew what ideas Martha had gotten from her reading of his mail. He felt as if he were going to come just thinking about the possibilities. Then he froze. He saw that Martha was carrying a very short stringed... oh. .. it was a penis whip. She was going toooo... noooooo... reading about it was one thing but he didn't think he could... "Martha, honey... you don't need to do everything that the story suggests... Martha for heaven's sake, I don't think..."

The Neighbor's Husband, by Suzanne (November 14, 2014)

Billy grunted, biting his lip until he tasted blood, horrified by the idea that he might cry out in front of the neighbor girl. He clenched his buttocks as Lorraine spanked each cheek, alternating from one to the other, leaving fiery imprints of her palm on his tender flesh. After ten hard swats, he began wriggling back and forth, trying unsuccessfully to find some relief from the volleys of stinging smacks. After fifteen, he began to groan and cry out softly, his behind burning as if he had been stung my a swarm of bees. After twenty whacks, his cheeks began twitching as if they had a mind of their own, and after twenty-five he began to plead with her, oblivious to the humiliation and indignity of his situation. He felt like a blouse upon which an iron had been left too long, imagining painful black scorch marks marring his smooth buttocks.

A Spanking Good Marriage, by Greg Babcock (November 10, 2014)

Once I'd divested myself of my pants, shorts, shoes and socks, I left them in a pile on the floor. "My God," she growled. "I think you must be the most helpless person I've ever seen. You'd better marry me sometime soon . . . or you're going to turn into a grade A klutz." "Marry you? Are you saying . . . " "Right now, I'm saying lie down on the bed . . . on your tummy. I want to see you fanny." I did as I was ordered.

Martha, by C. Flint (November 10, 2014)

I would stand there, trussed and shivering, waiting for the first lash to fall on the tender flesh of my exposed bottom. I never had long to wait. Standing well back Martha would whip my bottom and legs until she had exhausted her anger. "Dancing" was a mild description of my gyrations. I am never been a hero when Martha worked over my bottom and I was even worse when the belt was working over a rear already sore from the hairbrush. It felt like a swarm of a million bees was using my behind for target practice. Even tethered as I was, I would caper about like a madman, jumping and hopping and twisting, but never avoiding the fall of the strap. Martha never lectured me when the strap was falling but, then, it is doubtful whether I could have listened to her scolding while I was trying to avoid that awful pain. I doubt that I would even have been able to hear her soft voice over the buzzing in my ears and my cries of pain.

Mona Discovers the Woodshed, by T. Hardin (November 7, 2014)

"Ed, come in her please!" She called and waited. She could have gone into the living room but she wanted him to come to her. "Edward, come into the kitchen!" She waited but still there was no response. "Edward, get your ass into the kitchen this minute!!" She hadn't exactly yelled but her voice hand been loud and firm. She got a response. She heard him shuffling toward the kitchen, muttering something like, "What the hell does she want now?

Mother Knows Best, by James Sondance (November 7, 2014)

Katherine got busy with cups and coffee pot while I stood around feeling useless and wondering if I had imagined the episode on the stairs. Minerva had looked so sexy. I hoped she was not going to come out in a shapeless bathrobe and bedroom slippers. I didn't have to worry. Noisy heels approached. Mother swept in. She was wearing 'something cooler' for sure. A low cut, short garment, which allowed inspection of half her breasts and three fourths of the nylon legs. I appreciated both ends, had a little time to check again if I really did see a smudge of here middle. Minerva glanced at there daughter who was studying her open_mouthed. "Why is this naughty boy standing around? Why didn't you put him in the corner, Kat?" "Go stand in the corner, Jimmie," Katherine said dutifully. I obeyed.

My New Employer, by Gregory Babcock (November 3, 2014)

I waddled my way to stand at her right side--a position from which she guided me across her lap! Her left hand closed upon the back of my neck--holding me firmly in place! "Now, one thing I want understood," she growled, "I don't want you to even think about covering your bum with your hands. I won't tolerate it! If you do, it's going to go that much harder on you...and it's going to be pretty painful to begin with." I could almost feel the air in the cluttered little office stir, as she raised that horrible hairbrush over her right shoulder--then brought it crashing down on my right bottom cheek!

The New Governess, by F.P. (November 3, 2014)

"Very well, young lady. You have now earned 10 extra spanks for dawdling! If I have to come and get you it will be 25 extra!" Lisa finally snapped out of it and made her way over to her governess' side. Emily reached up and grabbed her, dragging her over her lap. She took a moment to adjust the naughty girl on her lap, then lifted her dress up to her slender waist. Although she knew it was coming, Lisa still cried out in horror as Emily pulled her white nylon panties down to her knees. With the decks cleared for action, Emily raised the hairbrush and brought it down decisively across both dimpled cheeks. Again the study was filled with the sound of a solid wooden hairbrush spanking soft feminine flesh and the anguished cries of one very sore teenager.

Sisterhood, by Victoria (October 31, 2014)

Lou swallowed. Charlotte's body was even better close up. His suspicions were confirmed about the trick that was being played on him when Charlotte didn't offer to cover herself or for that matter even close her legs. Her fingers were still buried in a spot that looked like heaven to him. He wasn't sure exactly how the joke should work--Laurie, his wife, had dragged him into a room that had a beautiful, naked woman lounging on a bed with her legs wide open. Was he supposed to look away? Maybe beg for a taste? With his wife watching? He was beginning to think that he wouldn't mind losing this bet. It looked like a win/win situation to him.

I Don't Get a Slap on the Fanny, by Gregory Babcock (October 31, 2014)

Dear Lord! Was it actually going to come true? She wasn’t rattling my cage – just to see me disintegrate before her very eyes – was she? She wouldn’t be so sadistic as to have me rent a room – and then not show up – would she Let me explain: The “Whoopie Motel” was a term they used to use on the old Sonny & Cher Show. Everyone knew what they meant – even in those more-pristine days of television. The Ram’s Head Motel, on the bypass, was our town’s answer to the “Whoopie Hotel”. It was located way back from the highway – and provided boodles of parking space behind the three-story building. It was comprised of 60 rooms – all of which had exotic lighting and water beds (with vibrators) and mirrors on every wall, as well as the ceiling above each of the king-sized beds. Everyone in town called it the “Whoopie Motel”! I guess it was a pretty heart-felt tribute to a pretty neat TV show.

Spanking in Suburbia, by Pete (October 28, 2014)

"Now Ruth," Ann instructs, "it's really quite simple. Just tug down his shorts, like this, so his bottom is all nice and bare. Now I prefer to have him a bit further over," Anne explains, shoving her hand between Frank's thighs and rudely pushing him forward so he is angled athwart her lap, his upper body under her left arm, his throbbing erection clamped securely between her silken thighs. "See the difference, Ruth? This way his chubby cheeks are all nicely plumped up, plus I can easily get to this part her," she points out, patting the exterior slope of Frank's left buttock,"something I couldn't do if he were snugged up close. That's really all there is to getting ready to start. Have I left anything out, Frank?"

Sugar and Spice and Other Nonsense, by Rod Birch (October 28, 2014)

"These, my dear," said Sarah, "are birch switches. Cut fresh off a birch tree. Of which, I'm pleased to say, Lynn has a fine specimen right out in her backyard. You just cut a few thin twigs like these off the tree, each about a quarter inch or maybe an eighth inch thick and about three or four feet long, then with a pretty feminine ribbon," she drew a few feet of pink, inch wide ribbon from the pocket of her slacks, "you bind six of them together at one end to form a handle." She proceeded to suit her actions to her words. "There, now. You see?" She held up the bundle of switches she had bound together. "You notice I've put one switch aside, but here," she waggled the bundle, "you have what is known as the birch. Very efficient, I must say."

Swat a Yuppie, by Pete (October 24, 2014)

Lucy beams at her hubby's trim, but tender and well-fleshed buttocks. She really loves George, and loves soundly spanking his cute buns, too! She feels indebted to SWAT for enriching her life, indebted to George for being such a good sport about the whole thing. "Hang on Georgie, its spank-spank time!" She warns him in her best baby-doll voice. Then . . . SMACK WHAP CRACK SPLAT WHACK WHAP SMACK CRACK SPLAT WHAP WHACK SMACK she commences with a rapid fire volley designed to keep him off balance, not giving him time to react until she's already made the shimmering summits of both cheeks glow rosily. Pausing a moment to let her panting husband catch his breath, she SMACK WHACK WHAP SMACK WHACK WHAP CRACK SPLAT WHACK WHACK SMACK moves quickly down to those sweet undercurves that make sitting such a problem when properly spanked. Another pause, then CRACK SPLAT WHAP WHACK SMACK WHAP SPLAT WHACK CRACK SMACK WHAP she returns to each cheek's chubby crown, spank by painful spank. Then, CRACK WHAP SMACK SPLAT WHACK SMACK WHAP CRACK WHACK she remains there, watching the wildly wriggling buttocks turn from rosy to crimson and then to dark, burnished maroon. She finishes WHAP CRACK WHACK SPLAT SMACK WHAP CRACK WHAP SMACK WHACK SPLAT by applying a final layer over the entire bobbing, bouncing mass . . . ignoring the lusty howls and whoops George is now bellowing loudly enough so everyone can hear. She helps him up, smiling as he clutches his scalded seat with both hands and prances frantically around the room.

Taken Down a Few Notches, by Jason (October 24, 2014)

The next one was across the top of his thighs. Jerry yelled louder, trying to pull the short chain of the handcuffs apart while hopping from one foot to the other. "No sewer mouth tonight," she warned. "The swat was a warning. I have some soap for your mouth if I hear anymore." She stepped in front of Jerry, looking at the stress and confusion reflected on his face. She also noticed his erection was now flaccid. She held the ruler in one hand, and showed him a key on a chain around her neck. "Just say unlock the cuffs, and I will. You can get dressed and leave, taking your flowers with you, a one way trip."

Tom Comes to Stay, by B.C. & Wife (October 21, 2014)

Downstairs, Cathy told Jack how it was through a very long hard spanking. She liked to tell him things as he knelt before her with his sore bare ass just in the right place for her to spank hard with her crude paddle. He seemed to be so much more receptive to new her ideas that way. Never a bit of back talk or a hint of resistance to her orders. She finished her long lecture with the words Jack feared. "Now I think I better put you back over my knee and give you another little spanking on your cute little ass to make sure you don't forget any of this." "Oh, please don't, Cathy!" There was real panic in his voice as it rang out through the floor above them. "I'll never forget! Please don't spank! Please! Oh, please! I'll do anything! Please don't beat my poor ass again today! I'll be so good! AAAAAA! AHAHAHAHA!" She spanked him over her lap with his legs free to kick. Whacking him hard and fast, she quickly fired up his red backside and kept it frying for about a minute before she lay him on his side on the floor at her feet.

Doctor's Treatment, by Kiara Sarong (October 21, 2014)

He clenched his teeth and shook his head, keenly aware that his body did not have the beauty or perfection of line that hers did. Very gently she puts her arms around him and gave him a soft kiss on the mouth, then tugged the elastic band of his underwear over his hips. Her tongue flicked inside his mouth, as she fondled his buttocks. Desire exploded inside him and he curled his hands around her waist. Then she gave him a smart swat on his bare butt with her hand and pulled quickly away. "Jasmine," he cried angrily, craving her fiercely.

Vanessa, by Iona (October 17, 2014)

Vanessa towered over the diminutive prostitute and felt uncomfortably like an Amazon. But far from deterring her, this anomaly fired her up to fever pitch, as she imagined herself submitting to a spanking at such a tiny woman’s hands. Big strong confident Vanessa, with her authoritative manner, that held her in good stead as a publishing executive; longing to explore her submissive side with a stern woman who would spank her tush with a fine degree of sensitivity and relish.

Victoria's Compliments, by Victoria (October 17, 2014

"Yes, ma'am," Eric shifted from foot to foot and tried not to think about the paint stirrers. He tried not to think about that letter when Victoria had asked if he could take it. He tried to remember what she had replied to his saying that she would stay in his limits. In play, she would. THIS WASN'T PLAY! He sniffed and tried to stop the tears. He had never believed that he would really cry. He was crying. Because his bottom hurt and because he was going to get more. Victoria was going. to spank the insides of his cheeks, his crack. She was going to spank his bottom hole. It was going to really hurt. He was going to really feel it. It wasn't going to be his imagination. She was going to make it hurt and make it be real discipline. Why had he ever thought he needed real discipline? He couldn't... he wouldn't... yes, he would... he would take whatever she handed out.

Vito Gets Smoked Out, by Rachel Heath (October 14, 2014)

The two had gone together for over a year before Vito proposed and it had been awhile before Cecilia accepted. The sticking point had been Vito’s smoking. Cecilia was strongly against smoking. “It’s a filthy habit,” she would tell him. “And I don’t want to marry someone who might die an early death from a heart attack, lung cancer or emphysema.” Personal experience had made Cecilia bitterly opposed to smoking. She had loved her father dearly – he had been a Mr. Mom to her when her parents broke up – and she had watched him die from a combination of lung cancer and heart attacks. He had been a very heavy smoker as had her uncle who had struggled for years with emphysema before finally succumbing just a year ago. The smell of smoke made her physically sick.

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

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

A Sample of Victoria's Style, by Victoria (October 10, 2014)

"Yes, ma'am," Douglas said and stepped into the room. He stopped in the doorway of the foyer and looked hard at the office that Victoria had stepped into. He had been vaguely aware of the living room on one side and this door on the other. The living room had looked normal. The office had a giant desk in the middle of the room. A straight backed chair was in front of the desk. Behind the desk and office chair was a desk with a computer. To his left was a couch in front of the wide draped windows. The desk lamps were on as well as a lamp by the couch. It should have appeared comfortable with the certain touches of the woman's personality on the walls and around the room. Bookcases covered two walls and Douglas gulped as he saw a souvenir canoe paddle propped up in one corner. It was twenty-nine inches long and the blade would cover anyone's bottom--naughty or not. There were other paddles lying about. And there was even a spanking magazine on the end table by a paddle. Douglas suddenly knew exactly what was about to happen to him. He also suddenly wondered if he really wanted to run into the real thing. He had dreamed about it. Thought about it. Envisioned it. But not experienced it ever in his life. A woman who thought about spanking him. He wasn't sure if he had died and gone to heaven or that he was about to learn that some prayers are better left unanswered.

Double Whammy, by Chantall (October 10, 2014)

"Are you feeling sorry about all the trouble you've caused today, Mark?" "I'm starting to!" "You don't think I'm so light-handed anymore, do you?" Silence. A flurry of WHACK!'s urged him to speak up. "Oh, no! Nothing light-handed about you, Angie!" "Thanks for the compliment, Sweet-Thing." WHACK! WHACK! "Now, let's discuss your integrity. I want you to be as good as your word from now on." WHACK! "Do you think you can do that, Mark?"

Sasha, by James Sondance (October 7, 2014)

As I learned from my mother long ago, a spanking is a powerful influence to change behavior. I appeared at the office every morning promptly at 9, surprised myself by finding that I didn't mind it, and that there was less work to take home when I got busy early in the morning. Sasha had no more reason to complain of tardiness. But that did not mean she was any less my boss. I found that out the day we disagreed on a layout and I said I would NOT do it the way she wanted it. She stopped arguing immediately. I thought I had won the point. But then, "I want you to stay after 5 tonight." "What for?" "We are going to use Mrs. Teake's office after she leaves!"

Savings & Moans, by Victoria (October 7, 2014)

"We'll see." Victoria started spanking much like she always does at the beginning of a spanking. Steady, moderate spanks on alternating cheeks to get the bottom warmed up. They sting but they aren't killers, yet. She goes on and speeds up the spanks until Roger is kicking a little bit and squirming on her lap. Then she speeds up and makes the spanks harder. Roger is really wiggling and wagging his bottom.

Schoolboy, by P.B. Whiting (October 3, 2014)

Although technically still a virgin, Mark got the idea wondering what was going to happen next. He did not have long to wait. With his stiff member well smeared with the vaseline, he was guided to the daybed at one side of the room and gotten into a kneeling position with his legs spread wide apart. Miss Donewitz sat down alongside Mark and, reaching underneath the lad, took hold of his slippery organ. Mrs. Dunmore took a large, leather strap from the collection on the wall and went to Mark's other side. "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Mark jerked and jumped as the leather came down forcefully on his already sore buttocks. Then, Mrs. Dunmore began to whip in earnest. As the heavy strap rose and fell, Miss Donewitz began to move her warm hand up and down on Mark's penis. The nurse's hand began to move more and more rapidly as the teacher increased both the force and speed of her strapping. "He's coming," exclaimed the nurse in an excited voice.

Mrs. Sculley, by B.J. (October 3, 2014)

Using both hands she administered the same twelve whacks to Joe's behind as she had Steven's. If she paused a little longer between strokes it was only for effect and not necessarily to admire her handiwork. Poor Joe took his twelve with the board quite badly. He yelped and moaned and wriggled around. Every time he wriggled he revealed a little of his erect penis to her wondering gaze.

The Widow Stone & Me, by Jason (August 26, 2014)

He paddled me quickly, although it didn't feel like it at the time. When Mrs Jackson had bounced the paddle off my bottom for the twentieth time, Mrs Stone ordered me to spread my legs. My panties were around my ankles, and I pulled my ankles apart as far as the fabric would stretch. Mrs Stone did the most humiliating thing of the afternoon by reaching between my legs and stroking my hard penis until I squirted come on the chair seat. It was pleasurable and humiliating at the same time. I screamed, then started a new round of tears as they laughed in ridicule. She gave me a whack on my wounded behind and told me to waddle to the corner with the panties still around my ankles where I stayed with my sore red bottom on display until they left before supper.

Wine, Women & a Sore Fanny, by Gregory Babcock (August 26, 2014)

If I’d not been “half in the bag”, on the night of the Christmas party, I’m positive that I would never have replied to Lois! Not as I did!
I’m glad, though, that I did! I struck (as we say) a “hot button” with her. I was to find out later, that it had been a point of conflict between her and her ex-husband. She had always wanted to tan his butt! Early and often! And he wasn’t too thrilled with that prospect! I guess that he’d submitted once or twice – but, he’d been even more unhappy about the situation than Barbara was with my own little hang-up. And, I’m sure that Lois’ husband was far more heroic than Barbara. For someone who’s not “in” to our little corner of the world, I would have to imagine that having to take a bare-bottomed paddling is one hell of a lot worse – than being called upon to administer one!

X Marks the Spot, by Iona (August 22, 2014)

“Come here, Charlotte,” she ordered tersely, as she sat down on a straight-backed dining room chair that had been placed in the middle of the room for expressly that purpose. And as I bent myself obediently across her lap, I felt a thrill shoot through my hungry genitals at the pain and pleasure that was about to follow.

“You know why you’re being punished,” she said in a crisp monotone. “You betrayed Barry’s trust by acting indecently after you’d spanked him.”

After All These Years, by Greg Babcock (August 22, 2014)

“Well, of course I gave it to him hard. God! What’d you expect? I was … I am … into giving males awfully sore asses! I enjoy watching a guy’s ass get red … and maybe bruised! Maybe swollen! Enjoy the hell out of the results of my efforts! Enjoy the results! Almost as much as I enjoy actually laying a strap on the ol’ ass! But, this little wuss … this little shit … he just couldn’t hack the actual spanking! The actual strapping! Couldn’t handle it! Went through all kinds of changes, he did! Loved the other part! You-know-what … you-know-where! Just couldn’t hold still for me to tan his ass! Got to be where it wasn’t worth it.”“Didn’t you … I mean … weren’t there … uh … others?”

Marriage Contract, by Jade Alanson (August 19, 2014)

“Actually, my audience got a laugh out of me telling them that the experience reminded me of the times I had to tell my father bad test grades were a result of goofing off when I should have been studying. They got a bigger laugh when I told them I hoped they were more forgiving than he ever was since I didn’t want to eat dinner standing at the lectern because my ass was too sore to sit on. It provided me with a good lead-in to my lecture on building a good reputation by showing honest respect for customers, employees, and competitors, but the one I had planned would have worked just as well.” He tossed the ticket on a desk next to the computer before he walked to the small kitchen and poured some cooling coffee into a mug.

My Wife Martha & Her Lawyer, Samantha, by Ricardo (August 19, 2014)

I sensed her movement as she swung the strap back and then THWACK! she delivered the first startlingly painful swat. She kept delivering them: THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! and the pain was more than I thought I could bear and she kept them coming: THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! and I cried out, "No, no, that's enough" and she paused and said, "No, Richard, it's not enough, and you'll get ten extra for every word you say from now on," and she resumed, THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWAACK! THWACK! THWACK! "Five to go, Richard," she said. "They'll be harder," and she stepped back and slowed the rhythm and gave me the last five full force: THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! and I was sobbing with the pain.

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."



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