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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."
Checking out the Checker, by Rachel Heath (July 11, 2014)
“Oh, Ms. Locket, I love working here. I really do. Please give me another chance. I’ll do anything for another chance.”
“Yes, please, just let me keep my job,” Winston begged. “And for God’s sake, don’t call the police in about this. I couldn’t stand to be arrested. I just couldn’t. It would be such a disgrace.”
“Perhaps you deserve just such a disgrace,” she commented.
“Oh, please, please don’t do this to me. I swear to God this will never happen again.”
“Well, if you don’t get punished by the police or even by getting fired, you ought to get punished another way,” she told him.
“What way?” he asked.
“I’m rather old-fashioned,” Ms. Locket told him.
The Tables Turn, by Ed Finn (July 11, 2014)
All too quickly, I found it impossible to remain passively still and quiet. It seemed to me, Lisa was way overdoing this, my first spanking. My bottom was heating up unnervingly fast, so I decided it was time I make my concerns perfectly clear.
Too Early for a Spanking by Jack (July 7, 2014)
Kim put the paddle down on the table. "Was that all I'm going to receive with that paddle"” John wondered. He hoped so. His buns were really throbbing from just a half dozen strokes or so. He would hate to see how sore he would be after a full spanking with that paddle. Once in the last three months was enough. This paddle wasn't the only one that caused bruises but he was sure that if she continued to use it, that would be the results. John didn't mind the bruises afterwards but didn't care to receive the spanking that resulted in them during the actual spanking. "What time were you suppose to be over here"” Kim asked, looking at right at John.
To Reconcile a Marriage by Greg Babcock, Jr. (July 7, 2014)
"I've never been more serious in my life, Brooks," she seethed. "I've fare-thee-well had it! Now, if you're interested, really interested, in what it'll take to keep me around, then I'll tell you! I've already told you! You'll have to agree to submit to my discipline any damn time I please! Any time! It's almost a rule-by-decree thing! If I decide to punish you, I'll jolly well punish you! No appeals court! No nothing! If that's not acceptable to you, well, I just want you to know I understand perfectly. Just let me know if we can work out a settlement between us, or if things have to get nasty! Nasty and expensive! Let me know if I should notify ol' Len. One way or another, Brooks! One way or another! Put up or shut up. Shit or get off the pot, as the Bard once said."
Bar None by NG (July 4, 2014)
“Oh, Andy . . .,” Sam had been unable to follow the details of what his brother was saying, but he had gotten the gist of the story. ‘Jesus Christ!’ he thought in exasperation. ‘This is because of a girl, or a couple of them from the sounds of it, and they were underage to boot. How many times had he cautioned his brothers against this type of situation?’ There was nothing he could do now, he knew, except be there for Jake and Andy. ‘I told you so,’ was the last thing his little brothers needed to hear. ‘But those girls better not come around here, anymore,’ he contemplated darkly. He knew they would try, and as charming as Andy and Jake were, they were also young, and susceptible to those who would beat them at their own game. ‘They just better hope they don’t run into me when they do show up,’ he thought again bitterly.
Understanding in the Mirror by Ralph Greco, Jr. (July 4, 2014)
Bill knew that she had made him stand here, this way, so she could see his face during this spanking, but he was being treated to a clear view of Joanne’s frustration. That he wasn’t reacting to the stings with much more then a wince and fucking the cabinet below was prodding the girl to concentrate and hit harder. And while Joanne might have wanted his surrender have him crying or pleading for her to stop, Bill suddenly understood-yes he understood-what his girlfriend needed even if she didn’t. Joanne was loving Bill’s deep resolve, his quiet, his taking of the hardest spanking she could give!
Buttoning Up Bert by Rachel Heath (July 1, 2014)
Ow! Oooo! Ooooo!" Bert exclaimed. Just when he thought it couldn’t possibly get worse he looked up at the tiny window across from him and saw -- Trish and Kim! Both girls were looking at him from outside, mockery in their eyes and smirks on their mouths!
A Hot Licking for a Smug Devil by Kiara Sarong (July 1, 2014)
For several excruciatingly long moments she simply caressed his exposed buttocks, making him keenly aware of her power over them. Her palms, soft and warm, slid like silk over his skin, goading a frenzy of impatient desire. His whole body writhed greedily under her delectable torment, and he shuddered with anticipation.
Anticipation & Fulfillment (June 27, 2014)
The rush of finally getting a man across my lap was unbelievable. I could have just stopped there, Danny settling his ass across me, easing his cock between my thighs, him grunting, wiggling his firm little cheeks this way and that. Of course I was aching to hit him, my belly burned with the thought of not only revenge now, but all the years of pent-up frustration of what I had wanted and never experienced. But if I could stretch this out even more I was going to.
This is a Job For... by Gregory Babcock (June 27, 2014)
It took about three or four minutes – and I was rendered totally helpless! I looked over my right shoulder – in hopes that I’d see her getting ready to tan my ass! Instead, she was rifling through my pants pockets. It took a matter of seconds before she found my wallet – and even fewer seconds to pull of both of the twenties, the three fives, and the single one-dollar bill out of the billfold. Then, she discarded the billfold on top of the dorky-looking old dresser, by the door.
The Story of Ann by HB (June 24, 2014)
She reached under a pillow and withdrew a leather strap about a quarter of an inch think, 3 inches wide and maybe 18 inches long. One end was narrowed to provide a natural handle. It didn't look very imposing. Nowhere near as heavy as her favorite paddle. She lifted it slowly and brought it down across my tender cheeks. It was as if she was measuring the area she wanted to concentrate on. I felt her lift the strap straight up. I set myself for whatever was to come, and then that leather exploded on my ass. The sound of it alone was frightening. I didn't feel it right away. The shock of the explosion dulled my senses for a moment. But she knew what she was doing. She paused just long enough for the shock to wear off and feeling to return. The strap wasn't heavy but it certainly did the job. I could feel the heat spreading and the flesh that had taken the force of the stroke felt as if it had blistered. She laid another stroke on right below the first, and once again paused. I wanted to stay as quiet as possible, but it wasn't to be. I found myself sobbing and when the third stroke landed I started pleading for forgiveness.
Taweka Tames Her Wild Man by Rachel Heath (June 24, 2014)
Taweka had two metal handcuffs, both lined with fake fur so they would not bite into a person’s wrists, and two metal leg restraints. She hooked her cheating husband up to their four-poster bed, spreading both his arms and legs. She placed the pillow underneath his chin and asked, “Is that OK?” He made an affirmative “uh-huh.” Then she took the paddles out of the case: a thick, round wooden paddle, a fraternity style paddle that was solid and another with holes.
Even Teenage Super Heroes Get Disciplined, Part One - Dr. Dlaniger
The heiress was naked and tied spread-eagle on her bed. Her vagina and anus wereplugged with large penis shaped dildo vibrators-switched on, lubricated, and buzzing. There were also electrodes attached to her nipples-generating incrediblesexual pleasure through her body. She had orgasm eight times since being hooked up to the sexual stimulation devices. As Scionic-girl looked at her, she climaxed a ninth time-cryingut in loud ecstasy as her body stiffened and shook.
Aunt Rita's Hairbrush by Richard Watson (June 20, 2014)
She told me to stand up while she seated herself on my bed. She put the hairbrush by her side and told me to stand in front of her. She then instructed me to untie the drawstring of my bathing suit. I felt a deep pang of shame then thinking of what she would tell me next. But Aunt Rita had no intention of humiliating me the way I feared. Instead, she simply guided me across her knee and told me to lift up. It was then that I felt her fingers begin to work down my bathing suit. Here I was old enough to go to college and now for the first time finding myself being prepared for the time honored method of changing youthful behavior. Still my thoughts were only on being brave - I thought about Cindy on the other side of that wall, and I sure didn't want her to hear me crying the way she just had.
Reflections While Waiting by Ralph Greco, Jr. (June 20, 2014)
Trying not to smile, less he look too anxious, David bent slightly and peeled his underwear down to his jeans. This was how he had fantasized his next spanking (if there would be a ‘next’) with Cathy. The only thing that could havemade that first time sweeter would have been if David had been bare-assed across Cathy’s lap. Now she was asking! Standing fully then, not a step from Cathy, David stared back at his friend. And though it was cold on the porch, the excitement of what might soon be happening had David’s cock stretched hard, so the tip of his penis was just poking Cathy’s thighs!
Star Power by Greg Babcock (June 17, 2014)
“Your mommy? She never gave you a switching? My goodness! My fanny was well acquainted with the switch. All through my childhood. Daddy … he used to use them on me too! Till I started to mature. Then, I guess, he thought he shouldn’t be seeing my bare fanny … although it really wouldn’t have bothered me. Mommy took over, then … and she’d wear me out! Wear out my poor fanny! She whipped me harder … much harder … than Daddy ever would! Than Daddy ever did. I can’t believe that you wouldn’t have been whipped with a switch.”
A Wife's Duty by Megan (June 17, 2014)
This time after the paddle did its work, she saw the beginnings of a slight pink blush across his bottom. It took more work, more arm power and more sternness to make an impression on her husband than it did on the girls. From the time she mentioned to Sherry and Kelly that a spanking was in their future, they were in tears from the first word, through the actual paddling, till the last bit of scolding. And their firm little bottoms turned pink, then red, then a mottled purplish as time went on. Try as she might, she could never do more to Blaine's than make it a dull red. This disappointed her, and probably disappointed him, though he never said. She knew from listening to Kelly and Sherry that after a spanking was over, peeking in the mirror to view the damage was mandatory. She tried to make the results as gratifying for them to look at as possible.
Jennifer's Enlightenment by Don Barton (June 13, 2014)
Jennifer's bottom cheeks' red hue grew quickly as she felt the heat from the paddling mount, and she started kicking frantically, bucking, then shifting her bottom left and right over Mr. Peterson's knee as he alternated swatting both cheeks - anything to avoid the awful, stinging paddle! SMACK! "Oww!” SMACK! "Ouch!” SMACK! "Ouch!” SMACK! Oww!” SMACK! "Ouch!” SMACK! "Oww!” SMACK! "Oww!”
A Trip to the Woodshed by Steve Harden (June 13, 2014)
Bobby’s fear was now gigantic. He was sure that Sally Engers was going to march him into the yard where Sue’s punishment was coming to an end. If Mrs. Engers caught sight of him now and learned that he had been watching her daughter’s bare-bottom spanking he just knew he’d be following Sue over her mother’s knee; a humiliation he couldn’t imagine.
Late One Night by W. Arthur (June 10, 2014)
Peter’s bottom rippled in pain and once again he struggled to get up. However, he soon realized that she would break his arm if he moved anymore. Thus, conceding that he couldn’t escape, he figured he better try to appease her. “Delores, please...” Then his voice trailed off as she issued five more hard strikes with the wicked little paddle. Now he was getting angry again. “For god’s sake, Delores, this really hurts,” he screamed, “let me up, goddammit.”
Women Take Over by Lee (June 10, 2014)
Probably the worst punishment was that which was administered at the whipping post. It was given by the victim of the crime or her proxy and included the use of both quirt and horsewhip. A minimum of fifty lashes. With plentious doses of the stinging antiseptic. The young woman usually chosen as a proxy for other ladies was another smaller lady. Not quite five feet tall and about ninety five pounds (about six or seven stone). She was an expert and could have a man cringing just at the thought that she would be the one who would punish him if he misbehaved sufficiently. To see her expertly use the whip as the victim jumped (as best he could) and screamed and begged for mercy before even the fifth kiss of the whip on his bare body.
My Best Friend's Mother by W. Arthur (June 6, 2014)
As soon as I got within a foot or two, she grabbed me by the right arm and skillfully pulled me across her lap, which is almost exactly where I wanted to be thirty minutes before. Now, my once proud and expectant erection was hanging down like a dead mango. Once I was across her lap, she positioned me so that my bottom was right between her slightly spread thighs and my legs were left dangling. I had to put my hands on the floor to keep from falling. Quickly she put her left arm around my waist and locked me into position.
The Witness Protection Program by Gregory Babcock (June 6, 2014)
I’d absolutely dreaded the thought of ever being put into a position – where I would be forced to do exactly what I was doing! My tongue found her clitoris! That wasn’t so difficult either!It was just inside her gateway! And, if it wasn’t normally huge, it was, at that point, substantially swollen! Substantially! I pressed the tip of my tongue – into the little slit in the front of that ultra-sensitive membrane! Then, I began to flick it up and down! My tongue – not her membrane! Well, now that I think of it –
Gary's Dilemma by Jay Ellis (May 30, 2014)
Elise got herself a good solid hairbrush, and purchased an outfit for her bridegroom to wear when being punished. This consisted of very tight fitting athletic shorts, which were crimson in color, and she observed that it would match his bottom. He also had a shirt with an Eton collar as an additional uniform. Every other friday evening he was on the receiving end. He was paddled and then instructed to lie on their bed, with his red posterior matching the blushes on his face.
Could he have protested and stopped all of this? Probably so. But he was not against all of this activity. He certainly had no wish to sleep alone. Also as was said before, there was some wild and wonderful passionate sessions after some of these training periods.
Two Sides, Same Coin by Ralph Greco Jr. (May 30, 2014)
And SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. I ached, I moaned, I cried out and I held my ass to through a baptism of fire. I rode the pain, welcomed the stings, ached for the voice of the strap. I had been a brat -as had been Jackie-and Sylvia knew I knew this and was rewarding me for it. It was humiliating, the belt hurt like hell, but God knew as Sylvia landed that last swat and the pain undulated across and up and down my skin I truly would be more mindful of my fiancée, her family, and myself now.
After by Ralph Greco, Jr (May 23, 2014)
I watched as a topless Lanney walked down my dimly lit. Her tight ass caused her short skirt to sway ever so slightly as she walked to my bathroom. I could never look at Lanney, coming to me or going away, when I didn't get an instant hard-on. And she was aware of the effect she had on me, always wearing the lowest cut tops of the shortest skirts. And when she caught me staring she would just add this sin to the many she claimed she beat me for.
The Blind Date by Gregory Babcock (May 23, 2014)
I hadn’t been spanked since I was eleven or twelve – the time my parents “split the sheets”. Mother had decided, at that point, that I was “the man of the house” – and, as such, I was too old to be spanked. My poor sister, though! She got spanked – often! Always hard! Always on the bare bottom! Right up until I’d joined the Navy. I wasn’t aware whether the punishment had continued or not. She’d never gotten spanked during any of the time I was home on leave. I’d have heard it! Well, of course, there was the fact that I’d been spending a good deal of time at Gloria’s. So – who really knew?
The Banana Man's Comeuppance by Rachel Heath (May 16, 2014)
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
" Ouch! Wanda, isn’t that enough?" he asked. He had not imagined that a spanking from a woman like Wanda, who was not especially strong for her gender, could hurt badly but this one sure did.
" Not nearly enough!" she replied angrily. "Not for someone who has been leaving me alone here and screwing around on me."
The Nanny by Pete (May 16, 2014)
Henry listens to the determined clack of her high heels as she stalks out of the room. Now is his chance. He doubts that she knows that the bathroom in his bedroom connects with the back hall. He can sneak out into his car, put on the sweat suit in the trunk, and fetch the police to arrest this maniac. He carefully steps out of his PJ bottoms and, holding them in his hand, tiptoes into the bathroom. Very carefully he edges open the connecting door and, crouching, softly backs out into the hallway. He bumps into something soft and warm, and whirls about. His face thumps into the formidable bosom of Miss Carruthers. He stands up guiltily, his jaw agape in amazement, then reels as, slap, she slaps his face sharply. "I'm sorry," he manages to bleat just before slap, she slaps him again, this time with her left hand.
After Class by Dr. Dlaniger (May 9, 2014)
While bawling like a baby and screaming, he noticed, to his horror, that three of his teachers, two women and one man, were now in the classroom watching his humiliating spanking. “I’m glad you three could make it,” Ms. Alvarez said to her colleagues. “I told you I was going to spank his bottom. As you can see, this method of discipline is very effective. That’s how my mother and father handled me in my five brothers and sisters when I was growing up in the Bronx. Except they used a strap,” She concluded humorously. “See how loudly he’s crying? Just like a baby. He’s going to be well behaved in your classes too by the time I’m finished with him. Won’t you, Ted?” With that she released a barrage of smacks in rapid fire. The sensation was white hot agony!
Applied Psychology by Victoria (May 9, 2014)
Johanna's hands rubbed one cheek, rubs that stopped and allowed the fingers to tighten on the cheek. Her fingers slid into the crack and back out. She repeated the feeling of his bottom on the other cheek. She let her hands slip down to the tops of his thighs. She plunged her hand in between his legs and reached his balls. She slipped her hand around them and gave a nice, jiggling type squeeze. Then slowly her hand left them and stayed between his leg and came up his crack. Her other hand opened the crack.
Poker Game by (May 2, 2014)
"You'll take it because I want you to take it, Kyle. You're getting this spanking because you deserve it. Quit whining!" SNAAAP! The next one landed right under where the first one had struck. I would've sworn she laid a red hot poker across my poor posterior.
SNAAAAP! "OWWWWWWW!" SNAAAAP! "OWWWWWW!" PLEASE STOP, MS JACQUELINE!' SNAAAAP! She stopped but only to pull the panties down to my knees. "You're not worthy of wearing my most intimate female garment on your male body. I will finish this spanking on your bare bottom, Kyle, and you have a long way to go."
Over and over, I felt the hard snap and burning sting of the diabolical leather on my now exposed hindquarters until I couldn't yell any longer. I was crying, not so much from the pain, but the feeling of disappointing my love from failing to meet her expectations. Even though she was turning my butt into a mass of inflamed and bruised flesh, pleasing her seemed very important to me, in fact, the only thing that really mattered.
Seat of Justice by Karma Sutra (May 2, 2014)
" Now you young pranksters you will remain down and you'll keep those hands out in front of you no reaching around for a rub until I tell you you may. You will say nothing to break any of these rules means you each will get ten extra swats and if you give me reason to, I will remove your pants and shorts and deliver this lesson directly to your bare behinds, so watch your step! I am going to begin now." With that, she flipped back her robe sleeve and arced her swatting arm all the way back, then brought it forward with formidable power and speed with the carpet beater landing squarely on Jordan's slender bottom. His head jerked up, eyes starting out of the sockets and a loud squawk left his lips. Then another and another and yet another found its mark on Jordan's wiggling seat. He was getting mighty uncomfortable , not at all sure he could keep his hands from jerking back there. Then with lightening speed the Judge lit into Kyle who screamed loudly with each whack. Denny was wincing wishing Kyle didn't scream quite so loudly. He knew his turn was next and he knew he would get an extra strong dose it came sooner than he had thought! God, did that HURT! His bottom was aching and throbbing deep down and the skin back there was sauteed! Those denims weren't helping things either, they were feeling too tight already! That awful thing kept up its rhythm on his poor sore rump and he was beginning to whimper, squeezing his brown eyes shut to hold back the tears he knew would come eventually and embarrass them all. How were they ever going to live this down? Denny just hoped he wouldn't be recognized by anyone. Was it his imagination or did it seem like he was getting a lot more "attention" than his mates? Then the Judge took the heat off and put it back on Jordan. Then Kyle and then it was Denny's turn again and he was in agony it hurt so bad he let out a loud expletive. The thrashing abruptly stopped and he felt the Judge's fingers grasping the waistband of his jeans as she hauled him to his feet.