Spanking Archive Updates
Amanda's Strong Stand by Rachel Heath (April 19, 2014)
That didn’t hurt a bit, Leon thought, relaxing even more
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Amanda went from one ass cheek to the other. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Leon’s bottom was starting to take on a rosy blush as the cheeks jiggled, moving apart, the compressing together.
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
The Burton Hensley Story, All for Her by Rosy B. Goode (April 19, 2014)
Vikki swung harder when she moved onto his bottom, wrapping the wicked tip onto his thighs. He trembled with the effort of keeping his bottom raised to greet the lines of liquid fire that flowed over the curve of his bottom-cheeks and down his legs, drinking in wave after wave of pain, taking it deep into himself. He burned for her, over and over. She was moving the lash from side to side, still lightening up a little in the middle. Burton was afraid to move. The wrong wiggle at the wrong time and the terrible tip might land someplace even worse! He became a living statue for Vikki's desires as she turned his flesh molten, molding it to her will in the forge of her passion.
She lashed the right side of his groove with the end of the belt, over and over. He couldn't help moaning a little through the whip handle, but he kept his bottom high and didn't move a muscle. She moved to the left side. A muffled wail leaked out around the edges of the whip handle, and Vikki very deliberately lashed the spot even harder. He felt utterly scorched... it was almost a relief when she moved the tip of the belt back to his anus, though not for long. He'd almost forgotten the possibility of her reaching farther forward with the belt when it suddenly snaked out, wrapping itself over his balls, the tip flicking against the shaft of his cock!
Give a Damn by Greg Babcock (April 11, 2014)
"You may wonder (SLAP!)," she continued, "why I'm the one to administer discipline around here. (SLAP!) Well, for openers, I'm one of the seniors with this company ... with this entire outfit. (SLAP!) Been with the production company for years! (SLAP!) Number two, I enjoy spanking a young fella's bum! (SLAP!) Enjoy it immensely! (SLAP!) You're far removed from being the first one to ever feel my paddle!"
"Yes, but Miss Fennerty, can you imagine what it feels like to be on the other end? To lie here and have a woman ... someone you hardly know ... spanking you? Can you imagine what that does to a man?"
A Woman After Her Own Heart by Rod Birch (April 11, 2014)
Suzanne smiled. “Oh, yes, she did. Not only that, somewhere she’d heard about me and insisted on not only watching but also taking photos of the whole thing. Well, for my part, I was in seventh heaven. My dream was coming true. I finally had a macho male to spank who didn’t want to be spanked. Anyway, after the girl friend reeled off a few of the sexist things that gentleman had said and done, I decided he’d get a real tanning, one he’d never forget. So, after we settled on a safe word–he was pretty disdainful of a safe word and didn’t pay much attention–I brought out the handcuffs. He objected to those, and loudly, but the girl friend told him to shut up and obey me. So I made him take off his shirt, then cuffed his hands behind him.”
The Training of Houseboy Harold by Rachel Heath (April 4, 2014)
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! His bottom was turning a mottled red as the cheeks bounced and jiggled, contracted and then relaxed. Lilac was getting a special enjoyment out of this spanking. She loved the way Harold’s bottom turned color and bounced and the knowledge that she was heating up the skin on those ass cheeks put heat in her pussy.
New Student Initiation by Lady Mary (April 4, 2014)
She raised her hand above her head and brought the paddle down with all the force she had. Whack! Welts rose on his skin. She lowered her blows to the backs of his thighs, backing off on the force. She ignored no part of the body he presented to her, save his back. The backs of his thighs, the sides of his buttocks, even the tops of his ass cheeks, none of it was saved from the stinging force of her paddle.
Susan Takes Charge by Rick (March 28, 2014)
"This is some of your own medicine , Susan," he said grimly, "Let's see if it works with you as well as it works with Kathy." He pulled up her skirt and slip revealing Susan's mature. round bottom encased in very pretty lacy panties and long black stocking tabs which held up her flesh colored stockings. SMACK....SMACK...SMACK.. George began to spank her in loud ringing slaps. "I am going to teach you to respect me, Susan...Smack...Smack...Smack Next time you're late call me or..SPANK..SPANK..SPANK.. I will turn you over my knee and spank...SMACK.....SMACK...SMACK.. you harder."
Wade Does His Duty & Gets His Duty by Rachel Heath (March 28, 2014)
"Seven. . . ow! . . . ow! Eight.." Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Wade's ass was already getting very red, Zola noted with satisfaction. She loved the way the cheeks bounced when the paddle hit a soft, relaxed ass. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! "Oh! Eighteen." As the pain got more intense, Wade had to concentrate his attention powerfully on his ass muscles to keep them loose the way Zola like them to be when he got a spanking. His hands, though, were clenched tight around the chair.
Michael & His Sisters by Jason (March 21, 2014)
She picked up a black wood hairbrush from a end table beside her chair. "As your big sister in the sorority as well as real life, I'll punish you if you screw up. If you don't do a good job on the bathroom or laundry, it's over my lap for this on your bare bottom." She smacked the hairbrush against her open palm. "After a spanking with this, your bedmates won't be able to spank you, and you'll have to spend the night alone until your butt heals." Michael gulped. The month would be hard to take with all the pussy he couldn't touch.
It Never Rains, It Pours by Ralph, Greco, Jr. (March 21, 2014)
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK Carole landed cheek-to-cheek as I rose up on my toes, clenched my hands on the table. She was hitting hard, not searing shots like Betty's belt had made, but wider, thicker hits, almost pushing me as much as they bounced off of me. Tears actually came to my eyes then, not tears of pain really, but of shock and surprise over how much this lady liked spanking me and how much I craved, ached, loved taking it from her.
Patty by the Pool by Ralph Greco, Jr (March 14, 2014)
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK, these she mercifully gave to my right cheek. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK, these dead center and SMACK. SMACK, two more to my right, which was now heating up as bad as my left. I realized someplace deep in my fevered addled mind that Patty really wasn’t even hitting me all that hard, she had certainly swat me harder when I had been standing. It was more Patty’s scolding that actually made the swats ‘feel’ worse then they were. Yeah, my dewy skin didn’t make matters any better but still I really felt it was Patty calling me ‘bad little boy’ now two times that had me so dizzy with desire I was nearly in tears!
SWAT on Campus by Pete (March 14, 2014)
Obviously inspired by Luke, and somewhat sycophantic as well, John awaited her return with her hairbrush in his hand. Nodding her thanks, Mindy accepted the brush, hung up the martinet and seated herself on her self-proclaimed "throne." She patted her thighs and John, blushing fiercely, climbed across them. Turning up his robe, Mindy discovered what she considered the most attractive masculine derriere she had seen. Smooth and hairless, it was both nicely muscled and rounded at the same time. It rippled delightfully to express the young man's discomfiture. Mindy couldn't resist stroking and patting its pert plumpness a couple of times, giggling to herself as John squirmed in embarrassment. "I'm gonna see a lot more of him," Mindy pledged to herself, then, gripping the hairbrush firmly, she went to work. SMACK WHAP CRACK SPLAT WHACK WHAP CRACK WHACK SMACK WHAP Alternating between the prancing, dancing, chubby cheeks, Mindy confined the first volley to the fleshy summits of John's behind, then... CRACK WHAP SMACK SPLAT WHACK WHAP SMACK WHAP WHACK SMACK descended to the ripe bottomcurves and thightops, then... WHAP SPLAT CRACK SMACK WHACK WHAP WHAP WHACK SPLAT SMACK worked her way back up. Struggling, squirming, weaving sinuously over her lap, John was able to choke back the sobs the smarting spanks inspired until WHAP WHACK SMACK SPLAT CRACK SMACK WHACK WHAP there were just too many excruciating overlaps and he began to squeal in a soaring soprano voice as Mindy, satisfied by her performance quickly finished his spanking.
Babysitting by Victoria (March 7, 2014)
"Please, don't! It hurts! No more!" The smacks didn't stop and didn't lessen in strength. His bottom was starting to hurt more and more. Of course the moisture from the cream only made it worse. How could he have forgotten that. But who would have thought that she would spank him without cleaning up first. As Tom kicked his legs, Vicky dropped down to the tops of his thighs. He kicked higher and yelled louder.
Teamwork by Bridget Striker (March 7, 2014)
Carl’s stomach was doing flips as he listened and knew in his gut that she was absolutely right; he’d spank the heck out of any one of them for doing what he’d just tried to do. But he knew from watching their reactions that it didn’t matter how big a person got; spankings still hurt! True, he hadn’t seen Cathy spank either of their young ones in ages: she’d pretty well quit spanking them when they were young teens and left that chore up to him. But his nerves calmed as he looked at his wife closely; she was way smaller than he was. He could probably handle whatever she dished out, yelp a couple of times to make her feel better, and have this over and done with in pretty short order if he just played along with her. Feeling a bit silly now, he rose and went into the bedroom to get “the” brush for her to use. He did wipe the smile off his face before he handed it to her, though.
Grandma's Family Tradition by Rod Birch (February 28, 2014)
Squeezing harder, she hauled his scrotum upward. "Aaaah,' he squawked, much like a chicken having its neck wrung, but he rose on his tiptoes.
Julie gasped. "Oh, good heavens, Grandma. That...that must have hurt frightfully."
Grandma chuckled. "Well, as women we'll never know what it feels like to have our balls squeezed, but from what I've observed through the years, I'm sure it does hurt men something awful."
The Wedding Gift by Ralph Greco, Jr. (February 28, 2014)
She was moaning, breathing hard from her work. All I could do was rub myself up and down, up and down, in that tight 'stockinged' space. She swat like a woman possessed. My ass was stinging like mad, but I couldn't stop lifting my ass to meet her palm. As she swat cheek to cheek, as the blood boiled across my tight bottom, I literally 'fucked' her thighs.
Aunt Mimi's Tradition by RGJ (February 21, 2014)
Just as I was considering the front door and Mimi’s neighbors my aunt put both hands to the waistband of my jeans and pulled them down and over my popping butt!
“Let’s see,” my aunt said and SMAT. A’SMAT. SMAT. she bounced three hits to my right cheek.
Choices by Ralph, Greco, Jr. (February 21, 2014)
I nearly lifted off her then. I am very sensitive on my ass, her swats had made me even more so and to know a woman-my cousin no less-was taking her time like this, caressing me, teasing me (and I was liking it) was stretching my resolve. I didn't want to be enjoying this spanking-any spanking-for just the spanking, but I was. And I certainly didn't want to be over a woman's lap enjoying it, but I was. And lastly, if I was going to be across a woman's lap, enjoying a spanking-as! was-I at least wanted Guy, the catalyst to me being here across a woman's lap enjoying a spanking, witnessing it all. The fact that he wasn't, seemed to be damn near indifferent to what was happening in this little peach and tan room, made me fear what I wasfeeling here in this little peach and tan room all the more:
Lying across Nancy, taking her swats, soft words and expert, caressing hands, I was growing as horny as I ever had when Guy had spanked me!
Fred Yamashita Feels the Sting by Rachel Heath (February 14, 2014)
Fred was soon bound hand and foot on his belly with his face slantwise against a pillow. His wife swung her arm all the way back and brought the paddle down full force on his buttocks. Swat!
“Ow!” Fred exclaimed. He could hardly believe how much that hurt.
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! His ass cheeks automatically tightened in pain, then bounced apart with the next swat as they turned a mottled, sore-looking red.
Two for the Price of One by Ralph Greco, Jr. (February 14, 2014)
Josh had been given much much more then any spanking he could have ever dreamed, so it was no surprise to me that he had come before me. Somewhere along the line Veronica had made a threat to him that she had nearly made good on and Josh had shown us all he could be broken to agree, no matter what the circumstances or if even he wasn’t pushed all the way. It was no surprise he came as quick as he did.
“Charles,” she sang and SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. Veronica continued to hit us. I was just about there, stroking so fast I thought I might loose my grip.
“The first one to come always gets it worse,” she said and again SMACK. SMACK she hit us. Veronica was right I knew, Josh had to be feeling more pain then I since he had come and his attention was fully on his ass now!
Caught & Spanked by Chuck Wilson (February 7, 2014)
Mrs. Barrows watched with amusement as the lovely young woman was being taught a lesson in humility. An over-the-knees spanking on the bare buttocks will humble any girl, she thought, as was proven with the two daughters they had raised.
Bob continued to wait in the car, growing more nervous by the minute, and wondering if a patrol car might be rolling up behind him at any time. After such a spanking as he had witnessed, would Susan's employer still call the police? Surely, she had suffered enough
Collision Made in Heaven by Greg Babcock (February 7, 2014)
"That's all good and well. That was a choice you made. Now, you're going to have to live with the result of that decision. One of those results is the fact that you don't have car insurance and you're in violation of the law."
"Yes, Ma'am." My voice was starting to waver and was beginning to climb the scale by a most an octave. It always happened when I was on the verge of losing control. "I also didn't count on having twins then months after we married ... which fell just two months short of being covered by my company's hospitalization policy. All the expenses are times two. Plus I didn't count on the little girl having a blood disorder ... they had to change all the blood in her body. Twice. All the guys at work and my mother ... my father's dead ... all donated blood to replace the twenty-five or thirty transfusions. But, still and all, the thing cost us something like forty-seven hundred dollars. That was just for the blood thing. So, I'm working my butt off trying to repay the doctors, the hospital, the technicians, the anesthesiologists, the medication ... the whole bullshit!"
Butt Double by Miss Lee (January 31, 2014)
His hand held something large and heavy. I whimpered to see the wooden hairbrush, backing up a half-step. Stagehands prevented any further retreat on my part; then Brosnan pulled me down across his lap. I heard Zellweger say to me, "It's terribly difficult to lie across a man's lap, I know. My father was very strict." I felt her pat my head. "Pierce tickled me so my face would look all red and sweaty, as if from a hard spanking, and that was difficult enough. Of course, he did land a swat or two, the devil."
A Date with the Devil by Mike Burke (January 31, 2014)
"Very (SMACK) well (SMACK)," the spanker said as she landed the final two strokes right on the highest points of the punished cheeks with the hardest shots yet. There wasn't much time for Heather to compose herself before she was ordered to stand. She made quite a sight as she tried to hop around with only one shoe on while her hands worked feverishly on her pained orbs. Tears streamed down her face as her hands could offer little solace. It certainly didn't get any better as the 27 year old watched through the tears as the chair her mother had just been sitting in was turned around with its back facing the two windows and her sister. Heather knew exactly what was going to happen next.
Caught in the Girl's Dormitory by Dr. Dlaniger (January 24, 2014)
I pushed up her skirt and discovered that the crotch of her blue cotton panties was wet. In fact, it was soaked! I kissed the wet spot, feeling her vulva and pubic hairs against my lips through the wet cotton, causing her to moan, and then I pulled her wet panties down and quickly removed them from her ankles. I placed my mouth against her wet pussy, kissed and then licked—scooping up a tongueful of her secretions. She moaned and arched her back when I did that. Her secretions had a mild musky taste and smell that was very arousing. I licked her pussy with feather-like licks, concentrating on her nicely developed clitoris. I got off on her pheromones as she came three times in my mouth. I lapped up every drop of hersweet pussy juice.
Justin Takes a Peek by Pete (January 24, 2014)
SMACK CRACK WHACK SMACK WHAP WHACK SMACK "The very idea!" SMACK WHACK CRACK "A grown man!" WHACK WHAP SPLATT SMACK "Over his wife's knee!" WHACK SMACK SMACK "Getting his bare botty spanked!" SMACK WHACK CRACK WHACK SMACK SMACK WHACK "Howling and squalling like a little boy!" CRACK WHACK WHAP "Next thing you know you'll probably cry!" WHACK WHAP WHAP WHACK SMACK
Bert's Plan Foiled by Rachel Heath (January 17, 2014)
Shoshona ran water in the sink and wet the soap bar. Then she pried open her nephew’s dirty mouth with her hands and shoved the soap in. The taste of the soap on Bert’s tongue and the inside of his mouth was horrible! He started weeping afresh as he half gagged, then spat the awful soapy water out of his mouth.
“Are you going to swear in front of me again?” his stern aunt asked.
Between choking sobs, Bert said, “No . . . ugh . . . no, never.”
Sam's First Real Ass Beating by BC & Wife (January 17, 2014)
WHACK!! “You’ll be good!” SMACK!! “You better be good!” SPANK!! “From mow on,” WHACK!! “when you deserve a spanking,” SLAP!! “you will be spanked!!” WHACK!! SMACK!! SLAP!! SPANK!! “You are through walking all over me!” WHACK!! SLAP!! “From this moment on, I am in charge!” WHACK!! SLAP!! “I’ll show you a bitch if you even look at another woman again.” Finding more hot anger still with in her, Barbara The Beautiful began to spank her helpless husband hard and fast once more.
Another Family Secret by Ralph Greco, Jr. (January 10, 2014)
He was lying on his stomach on her bed, his legs spread, bare from the waist down. lie was hairier then I thought he'd be but my mom was right, he did have a great tight round ass, better even then when I had tried to stare at it all the times I had in the past. He had his head turned away from us, this must have been so embarrassing for him I thought. Sure he had been bare-assed for my mom with my aunt Anne all those years ago but now with inc in the room this must have been killing him!
A Career Decision by Greg Babcock (January 10, 2014)
The whippy, leather-covered rod didn't make much noise! Hardly any at all. There was a faint SWISH! as it cut through the air toward my seared seat! When the awesome thing landed, it pro-duced a slightly louder THWIP! Approximately the same sound as had emanated from Jim's room that one night! So that's what he got it with, huh?
You're Never Too Old by Gregory Babcock (January 3, 2014)
“Now, you listen to me, you young whelp,” she hissed. “I’m up to here with you! I’m up to here with the way you treat your mother! First the truancy! Then this ... this ... this thievery! For one thing, all that is wrong ... absolutely sinful! But, I can’t understand why you don’t get off your lazy fanny ... and get yourself a job! A paper route! Something! Anything! Why should your mother have to give you a damn allowance? Why should she have to give you anything? Do you understand what it costs her to run that place? To clothe you? To feed you? To clothe and feed herself? And to pay the rent ... and the stupid damn light bill? Have you any idea? No! No, dammit! No you don’t! If you were any kind of man, you’d get off your fanny ... and you’d get a job. I think they’re hiring at Western Union! Delivering telegrams! On Saturdays and Sundays! What’s so special about you ... so special that you can’t get off this lazy fanny of yours?”
Anna by Victoria (January 3, 2014)
"I want you to look me in the eye, Richard,' she said, and, as I complied, she said, "I want you to acknowledge now that you deserve the hard punishment you're going to get. And then I want you to ask for it."
"Yes, ma'am." I said, my voice quavering as I met her eyes with difficulty. "I deserve to be punished for my misbehavior, and I ask you to punish me." And then I added, "I have it coming."
Summer School by C. Flint (December 27, 2013)
Donna smiled. She reached up and released my hands. "Stand right here and face the car," she said. "You can rub until I tell you to stop."
I turned with my back to the road and lifted my skirt again. I didn't care about what the people in the passing cars could see. I put my hands down my clammy underwear and, bouncing from foot to foot, scrubbed at my throbbing bottom. Even though it didn't seem to do any good, I rubbed as hard as could.
Donna let me rub for a minute or so. "Break's over," she said. "Back into the car." Once more she made sure that my skirt was fanned out behind me and my arms were confined under the seat belt before she pulled back onto the road.
Sunday Afternoon with Pat by HB (December 27, 2013)
Once again I can feel her change paddles. She is holding a leather strap in her hand and softly dragging it across my butt. I know why she does this. She wants me to be very aware of what is coming next. The end of the strap is toying with the most tender part of my backside. It is almost as exciting as her fingers, but not quite. The strap is thin and light. It stings like crazy but doesn't have the weight of the hairbrush, so it won't leave the soreness behind that the brush does. I can here the leather whistle before it makes contact. The sound of the crack is much lighter than the hairbrush. Seconds pass before I feel the stripe across both cheeks. Hot stripes like the splash of hot coffee over the edge of a paper cup, hitting my fingers. Every three seconds the splash of stinging heat crosses my bum, both cheeks at once, no rest, no relief, just the steady beat of the leather, kissing my already throbbing seat - painting a ladder of stripes up and down my butt. I can feel the welts rising. And once again I am blubbering. At first I tried to count the strokes but it is impossible. It must be hundreds, no thousands. I know for certain that I cannot take much more. But what can I do? I am at her mercy - tears are my only comfort.
Strike Night by Victoria (December 20, 2013)
However, he couldn't stay neck to neck. Victoria kept getting strikes until Miles was ready to stomp out of the bowling alley. It was ridiculous to be beaten by a woman and then have the woman jumping up and down in front of a person crowing about beating him some more. And she was. To say that she was a poor sport was putting it mildly...she was being totally sickening.
"Boy, is your cute bum going to be bright red before this night is over. You'll feel my hand print all night long. You'll have to sleep on your stomach. You'll be sorry you ever thought about spanking me, you bad boy. Wait until I get you home. I'll spank you so hard...." Victoria clapped her hands and jumped up and down throughout this whole threat and finally she clapped her hands together very hard... "There...imagine that's landing on your bare bottom. You'll be as red as a lobster before I'm through with you. One hundred spanks for you. One hundred spanks for you."
Student Aid by Gordon Thomas (December 20, 2013)
She rubbed the paddle over my bare backside then brought it down with a loud smack. Wow! did that hurt! My whole behind burst into white hot fire but I clenched my teeth and took it. Then the paddle landed again and again. My god how it hurt and I felt tears running down my cheeks. I tried to put a hand back to protect my poor behind but she grabbed my arm and bent it behind my back, pressing down on both the arm and my back. I started to plead, "That's enough. . .please not so hard. . .please stop. . .stop. . .please stop."
Now I was crying and my whole world was in my behind and that terrible paddle. Then all of a sudden it stopped and I heard her ask if I would ever invade her privacy again.
"No! No!," I cried.
The Landlady by Pete (December 13, 2013)
"Don't fret so, Gerald, it is just a spanking after all," she chided, running her hands over my thinly clad bottom. It tingled erotically and I blushed even more deeply, for I felt myself becoming hard. She spreads her legs, revealing even more of the lithe flesh I had come to admire so. Her fingers slid inside the elastic of my PJ bottom's waistband and she slipped them 9ever so slowly down my thighs. My one-eyed-monster flopped out to confront her, eye-to-eye. She seemed to take no notice, but took my elbow and tugged me forward until I lost my balance and toppled gracelessly across the sinewy expanse of her lush legs. She scissored her legs together, firmly entrapping my throbbing erection between them. She swept back my PJ top, so I was starkly naked from my armpit to my ankles.
Laura Makes a Discovery by Papa (December 13, 2013)
Laura stood. "Get up, Zachary...we're leaving! I'm going to introduce you to a real live Mistress of pain! At home! And tomorrow morning, you will meet another! You can compare notes with Richard next time you see each other. I'm sure you both will have much to talk about...now get my coat." Laura fixed her husband with a stare and deliberately began to unbutton her right sleeve, rolling it high on her arm. The effect was electric. Zachary realized he had a huge erection and no way to hide it. Then Laura did the same with her left sleeve. Still he did not move. A moment later she came around the table and took Zachary's ear. He yelped as she pinched the lobe. Her height, her bosom heaving, the size and dimensions of her breasts intimidating, the extra care she had taken to paint her lips earlier in the evening -- all combined to create the aspect of Dominant Woman in the view of everyone there (including Lettie, for the moment anyway).
Cooking With Jon by Ralph Greco, Jr. (December 6, 2013)
As Janine cut across the quivering ass before her she was reminded again and again of that old adage that states that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Smiling as again she landed another for quick flicks of the terribly effective branch, Janine knew that the way to her husband was, and would always be through his ass!
“Enough?’” she asked and Jon turned then to face her, laying his ass as gently as he could on the table under him.
“Want to take care of that?” Janine asked, staring with Jon at his raging hard cock bouncing between the, Smiling up at the man’s flushed face, Janine nodded her head and Jon took himself in hand.
Cops by BC & Wife (December 6, 2013)
When the black officer regained control of her voice, she said, "You're funny, white boy! Now get naked and kneel down!¼ Put your head on the floor." He did as he was told, knowing that if he didn't follow her orders, she would just beat him into submission.
Taking the hand with the cuff left on it, she pulled it back and snapped the other side of the cuff closed around his ankle. Snapping another cuff onto his other wrist, she cuffed it to his other ankle. This was too much! He was too exposed! What on earth did they have in mind for him this time.
He turned his head to see what they were doing and then turned away because he really didn't want to know. Too late! He had already seen them each pick up a wide leather strap. "No! Please, don't! EEEAAAAHAHAHAHOOOWWWAAAHAHAH!!!"
Taking Control, Part Three by BC & Wife (November 29, 2013)
The thought never occurred to him that she had just taken firm control of his life. His thoughts were on the crime at hand and the punishment in progress. The spanking he still had coming scared the hell out of him. His precious corner time went by far too fast. When she called him out, he didn’t want to go but he went to her and the spanking she was about to put on his burning ass.
She was pleased at his obedience to her call. “Lie over my lap so you can pay for being so damn sneaky after you were so naughty,” she told him.
“Yes, dear,” he said as he put his sore ass in position for further assault. Lying over her lap was the scariest thing he had ever done. This was going to hurt like hell.
The Banana Man's Comeuppance by Rachel Heath (November 29, 2013)
So Jeremy pulled his pants and briefs down. He lay across his betrayed wife’s lap.
She brought the wood down as hard as she could on his taut, slim, alabaster white buttocks. Swat!
That wasn’t too bad, Jeremy thought. More awful than the pain was the humiliation of position, of being across a lap bare bottomed like a naughty tot. He felt his face go fiercely hot with shame.
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Wanda brought the wood down with all the might she could muster. Pictures of Jeremy and another woman went through her mind and gave her arm power.
Taking Control, Part Two by BC & Wife (November 22, 2013)
Ruth grinned as her friend lifted the long hard paddle over her naughty husband’s bare bottom. Watching the paddle come down on his handsome butt cheeks made her grin even wider. But when he started to bawl like a bad little boy, she was sold on the idea of spanking her husband, as well.
Sandy reached up high and spanked Felix very hard. She was angry about his disobedience. His muscular behind would pay a hard price for this software and he would send it right back. She spanked him with long hard strokes that use the wrist just at the end of the stroke to get the spanking end of the paddle moving faster still.
This treatment served to heat up the man’s rump to temperatures that made him scream in terrible pain. He forgot completely about the other woman in the room with them as his punishment was being carried out. His thoughts were of the pain, the paddle that caused the pain and the damn package of software that caused him to be paddled. He roared in agony as his bare behind was roasted by his wife’s hard spanking stroke.
Heather, Part Two by C. Flint (November 22, 2013)
"You little sneak! You, you Peeping Tom!" Ellie towered over me, the draped towel barely concealing her impressive charms. "Mrs. J had the right idea! You do need to be spanked!" She clutched the towel with one hand and my ear with the other and dragged me over to her bed. She managed somehow to tuck the towel around her in a kind of makeshift sarong, and snatched up a black wooden hairbrush - almost identical to the one Mrs. J had used with such telling effect. Still struggling with her unraveling towel she came back to where I was sprawled guiltily, and began to fumble with my belt.
Taking Control, Part One by BC & Wife (November 15, 2013)
“I noticed Joe being on his best behavior this evening,” Sandy told her friend. “Tell me please, how did you make him change?”
“I have a wooden paddle hidden among my undies. When he gets out of line I make him pull down his pants and bend over my lap, then I spank his bare ass with the paddle. I make sure he really feels his spankings. His cute little ass turns bright red and he bawls just like a bad little boy.” Linda’s eyes glowed brightly with the excitement of telling someone of the spankings she was giving to her errant husband. No one else knew why Joe had changed so much.
Sandy smiled, “It sounds like it just might make him think twice. But will he let me spank him? How do you get Joe to let you spank him? You are a tall strong woman, but I doubt you can wrestle him over your knee and yank his pants down like he was a bad little boy.”
In the Beginning, Mrs J, Part One by Pete (November 15,2013)
There was nothing either of us had to say. We both knew what was coming. She led me to the living room and nodded toward the couch. I sat down and waited anxiously, at the same time admiring the almost unobstructed view of Mrs. J's pert bikini'd derriere. She went to the bedroom and returned with the same black wooden hairbrush. When she came over to the couch, I stood up and meekly stood there while she sat down, unbuckled my belt, deftly unzipped my fly, slipped my pants down to my knees, and then yanked down the shorts as well. She looked up at me. Our eyes met. Then she smiled and patted her lush, sleek, naked, deeply-tanned thighs. I sighed and obediently sprawled face down across theme. They were surprisingly warm. I must've been right about the sunbathing.
Worshipping Betty Jane by Greg Babcock (November 8, 2013)
"Young man!" she half-shouted. "I'll warn you that I'll not tolerate such language within these walls." (She didn't say "hallowed walls" -- but, you had to know that the word was part of the translation.)
"Look," I pleaded, beseeching my beloved. "Could we please go somewhere?" (Another gasp from my dream girl's landlady.) "Somewhere," I continued, "where we could maybe get a cup of coffee? I ... look ... I drove all the way up here to see you. From Indianapolis."
"I didn't ask you to do that. There was a reason, you know, why I didn't answer your letter."
"Please?" I heard myself whimpering. "Please, Betty Jane? Won't you please give me at least a few minutes?"
"Oh! All right," she finally replied -- after probably ten or twelve torturous seconds; during which I'd died a thousand deaths. "All right," she snapped.. "Let's go."
Entertaining the Boss by BJ (November 8, 2013)
"Yes, Jon. You're far and away the leading candidate. The real reason I wanted to come over tonight was to check out you home life. I didn't want you two to put on a special show for me. I wanted to see things as they really were. A senior executive needs a stable, well organized home. Well, you certainly have that. Knowing that Jane puts you over her knee when you misbehave only increases my estimation of you. It happens to the best of us!"
"You mean . . . ?"
"Of, course! Haven't you been listening? You should have guessed by now or at least had some idea that I was talking about spanking. Jane picked right up on it." Henry, all his former reticence gone now, went on in some detail. "Mildred's been tanning my hide since before we were married. Matter of fact, I proposed while lying across her knee. She accepted and just kept on whacking away! To tell the truth, I don't think I'd be where I am today if Mildred hadn't spanked some sense into me on a regular basis! So, do yourself a favor, Jon, go and get the hairbrush."
Bottoming Out by Ed Majors (November 1, 2013)
Don't let him up until you make him promise to not repeat the fault.
After the spanking, you can comfort him, but don't stop until he is thoroughly punished.
If you follow these rules, you should be all set."
"Wow! Aunt Bea, you have it down to a science. I guess that comes from being a business manager. Good bye and thank you."
Beach Buns by Alexandra (Novenber 1, 2013)
A surprised look registered in his eyes, but he quickly brushed it off. "Are you sure you're not just jealous?" he suggested.
"No, Joey, this isn't jealousy. This is something I should have done a long time ago. The truth is, I think you've been wanting it!" I knew I'd been far too lenient with him. And now, the prospect of punishing him was proving very satisfying.
"Oh, no, you don't mean that!" Joey said, trying to beg off.
"I certainly do mean it. Come here!"
A Birthday With Patty with HB (October 25, 2013)
I quickly got into the desired position and no sooner had I grabbed on to the edge of the desk than the first stroke of her crop landed fully across the beefiest part of my ass. It was not very loud. A muffled thwap at best, but I was already a little sore from the "introduction" and I really felt what I was getting now. The second and third stroke quickly followed, about five seconds apart. It felt like she was working me over about a half of an inch apart with each successive stroke. She worked her way down my thighs and then started back up. She covered the entire distance, up and down, twice before she came to 35. I was sniffing and gasping as she got to the end, but I hadn't really shed a tear yet. I had the feeling that she was playing with me. The strokes would be hard but not unbearable. I got as horny as all get out. I am sure she could tell. Then she would unleash a wicked cut and for a moment I would lose that horny feeling as the pain registered. When she was finished, I had the biggest case of lover's nuts on the face of the earth.
Bobby Jo by C. Flint (October 25, 2013)
"How could this get worse?" he moaned.
Bobby Jo gave a laugh. "You will get used to it," she told him. "and it can get much worse. Have you any idea how it would feel with a handful of sand placed inside . . . . or if you were wearing a butt plug? Now that you are properly attired, it is time to start your discipline."
"But if I'm on a date . . ." Barry started.
Bobby Jo laughed. "What makes you think, young man, that you will be going out on dates where a young lady would expect to see your underwear . . . . . unless, of course, she was about to take you on a trip to the woodshed? I will control such matters during the duration of our contract and you can be assured that any young woman you escort will be instructed in the proper methods for correcting any misbehavior. Just as I am about to do now."
"What?" Barry cried out.
Bert Gets It Good This Time by Rachel Heath (October 18, 2013)
It wasn’t really hurting yet, at least not very much, so Bert did not cry out. However, he did feel ashamed at being in this embarrassing, childlike over the knee position.
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
"I won’t have a young man acting like a little brat," Aunt Shoshona told him. "But if you are going to act like one, you better believe you’re going to get treated like one." Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
"Now I think you’re going to have to get it on the bare bottom, Bert. Doesn’t it embarrass you to have your pants pulled down?"
"Yes! Don’t please!" he begged.
Bert's Butt Burns by Rachel Heath (October 18, 2013)
Bert looked at her, a plaintive look in his eyes that reminded her of a begging puppy. “Do I have to?” he asked in a pitiful voice.
“Yes,” she replied firmly.
Slowly and reluctantly, the teenager draped himself across his aunt’s lap.
She pulled his pants down, then his jockey shorts. His buttocks were lean, very white, with light blond hairs across them.
Bert hated this most of all – having her see his butt! It made his face and neck get hot even as he stared helplessly at the dark beige carpet. A hand went to his blushing skin as the other hand steadied himself against the chair’s leg.
Shoshona brought the hairbrush’s wood down hard against naked flesh. Swat! The pain startled Bert.
The Basement by Jason (October 11, 2013)
Roger walked as quickly as possible to the couch and bent over the arm. "No, Miss Matilda, I'm sorry. Please go ahead and strap me." His body shuddered in spasms when he heard her snapping the strap through the air, thinking it was going to land on his backside.
"Still as limber as I always was," she declared. "Your bottom is in the perfect position for the strap, Roger. I'll be able to bring it down from above and it will hurt like nothing you've ever felt before. I know you were never spanked while growing up. You should've been for all the rotten and nasty things you got away with. I think this will start to make up for it."
Roger knew it was coming. He clenched his fists, grit his teeth, and scrunched his eyes shut. SWISH-SNAAAAAAP! The leather impacted across the lower center of his butt. It felt like somebody had poured molten lava over the surface. "YEEEEEEEEEOWWWWWWW! OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!" His arms waved frantically and his feet flailed at the air, almost causing him to fall off the couch. SWISH-SNAP! "PLEASESTOPPLEASESTOP! NOMORENOMORENOMORE!"
Be Careful What You Wish For by Ed Finn (October 11, 2013)
He hurried to the dresser and retrieved the brush. On the way back, he noted it was a little bigger and a little heavier than the typical hairbrush. Also, it was made of wood and had a broad, flat back with most of its original varnish worn off. He gave his palm a little swat. Hmm! The bugger might sting a bit, at that -- even through a girl's panties. At least he sure hoped so.
"Hey, I didn't say anything about testing it out, Charles," said Aunt Dorothy. "Just give it here, if you please. Rest assured, you will have every opportunity to check it out later."
"Oops, sorry...and thanks," said Chuck as he handed the brush over. Later he would wonder at his naivete in missing the import of so many of his aunt's remarks. For now, he simply stood back, taking it all in like a kid on his first trip to Disney World. There was too much to observe and remember.
Anna by Ricardo (October 4, 2013)
How bad will it hurt? I wondered as I waited for her to return. But if it does hurt a lot, that's sort of a measure of how much she cares, isn't it? I want that, the caring represented by the punishment, don't I? And I want to take it well, without whining or interrupting, asa gift to her for caring this much. It's a way for both of us to show our devotion to the other. I want to take it well so as to be worthy of her. I love her very much.
The self-talk ended when she came home from church. "Please come with me down to the basement, Richard," she said, her tone almost gentle. "I'm going to punish you now." Once we reached the family room, she said, "You may lower your pyjama pants, Richard, I'm going to get my paddle," and she opened a drawer in the chest of drawers and took out a wooden paddle. It was two feet long with its handle, a good half-inch thick and three inches wide, and it had two rows of half-inch holes down the middle of its business end. It was made of varnished hardwood. Where or when she had obtained it I had no idea.
The Aunt Fanny Show by Jason (October 4, 2013)
"One thing, Sue, if he decides to spank you, it will hurt like the devil. Your bottom will turn red, sore, hot, and stinging. You'll cry, thinking you're shedding enough tears to float a battleship. You'll squirm and kick your legs. While you're undergoing the ordeal of being soundly spanked, you'll have to find enough willpower not to beg him to stop. That first application of hard hand or hairbrush will be a shock to your nervous system. Don't give in to the temptation to tell him to quit. After all, it was by your insistence that you're being spanked. When he's finally finished, give him a big hug and kiss, thanking him for taking the time to punish and correct you. Be sure and tell him that anytime he feels it's needed, to put you over his lap again, pull down your panties, and spank your bare bottom until he thinks you've learned a necessary andvaluable lesson. As time goes by, you and he may add more ritual like corner time and other complimentary punishments. Just remember, Sue, that once that first spanking is done, you've handed over a lot of control to him. From the way you describe your husband, he won't spank you unless he thinks it's absolutely necessary. Be careful about putting up any arguments when he says you're to be spanked. If he needs pointers on how to do it properly and what guidelines he should use for deciding you're to be spanked, tell him to write me. Let me know how things work out. I love you, Aunt Fanny."
Todd by Jonsie (September 27, 2013)
SMACK Mary landed her right hand to my right cheek. I sighed, grabbed my ankles tighter but willed myself to stay bent.
“Very good," Mary said and SMACK, SMACK she landed two shots, one to my right one to my left as I breathed into my knees, spread my thighs a little more, but stayed where I was. These slaps had been loud; if someone was close enough they had to be hearing. I even thought I heard the birds stop singing for the instant.
“I hope you will remember this well Frank,” Mary said and SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, she landed three deadly swats, all to just under my left cheek, just where my thick thigh met my ass! I jumped up on tiptoes and rolled forward, but stayed bending.
“If you take to this as I think you are there will never be a need for us to repeat this day,” Mary said and SMACK, SMACK, SMACK Mary's hand said to my left cheek, then my right twice!
Boys Trip to the Principal's Office by BC (September 27, 2013)
I feel like a bad little boy. I haven't felt like this for years. I feel like I did when Mom said, "Go to your room. I'll be in to talk to you about that." It meant, "I don't have time to spank you right now. I will spank you when I have time to do the job right." This is like waiting in my room, except I'm listening to a string of very big spankings while I wait, and it's Miss Mang who will spank me. I feel small and naughty. I just want to get it over. That's right, it will seem like forever, while it is happening, but it will be over. I will recover. It's no bad mark on my reputation around school. I will get over this, I keep on telling myself.
Todd's New Life by Jonsie (September 20, 2013)
The little lady hit hard, I did feel it. I had thought my jeans would have softened the blow and I knew they had, but still…
SMAT. SMAT. SMAT.
Toni connected three more dead center. Ok, now I was doing all I could to just ride the thin sting and not rub against her!
SMAT. SMAT. Cheek to cheek this time and I felt my hips involuntarily shuck just once. Last thing I wanted was to show any reaction, least of all grinding my cock into Toni's knee, but I truly didn’t know if I could help myself. Would they all take me across their laps? And God, why the hell hasn't anyone said anything yet, I shouted in my head!
Tricked? by Jan (September 20, 2013)
She handed me a pair of bikini panties in silky pink. Obediently I slipped 'them up my legs. She presented me with a pink bra and taught me to fasten then twist around and into it. It was almost filled with my fallen pecs, but she added some stuffing of her own. While I attached the matching pink garter belt to the black seamed stockings working to get them straight, she gave me a couple of shots with a perfume atomizer. Black heels my size were added as well as an application of lipstick, earrings and eye shadow. In all the excitement and embarrassment of the moment, I had not noticed the loud level of conversation in the adjoining room. It sounded like thirty voices, mostly female.
"The next time I see you, those legs are to be shaven and kept shaven. We just don't have time tonight. We don't want to keep your friends waiting, now do we, Janice?"
The Nanny by Pete (September 13, 2013)
"You slovenly, stupid boy," she fairly snarls. "The whole purpose of this morning's exercise is to teach you the rudiments of neatness and you have the temerity to fling your clothing all over the floor. I will teach you neatness, my lad, along with a lot of other things you seem to need." Saying that, she bends the thoroughly alarmed Henry over the soft swell of her left hip and commences to beat, whack splat whap smack, a merry tattoo on his already burning and blistered behind.
"Oh, wa WA WA!" Henry comments as her flailing hairbrush quickly reignites the roaring inferno in his quivering and quaking buttocks, making them glow an intense cherry red. After about two dozen crisp spanks have reduced Henry to caterwauling compliance, Miss Carruthers takes him by the ear and leads him over to the waiting chair.
The Sound of Close Thunder by Ralph Greco, Jr. (September 13, 2013)
True, what Jimmy wanted was a bit _different’, but in a strange way, Jimmy’s fantasy involved me even less then I thought it would. And I really was excited by the thought of it all...and more then a bit wet (although I would never admit this to Jimmy). I found myself breathing a bit deeper in anticipation, knowing my cousin was right behind me, naked and hard (or at least I guessed he was), about to, well...
I had never given a spanking, and there were maybe two times I could recall in my past when someone had even attempted to swat me in a sexual way. My lovers have been few at my ripe age of twenty six; I tend to last long in any relationship I am being sexual in, so the sheer amount of different men who could have ever placed an open palm to my naked ass, or my hand to theirs, is simply too small a number. But I was intrigued that I would soon be hearing the sound of flesh meeting flesh; the sound of a spanking, and that my cousin Jimmy very well wanted to spank himself with me in the room.
Trophy Stepmother by C. Allen (September 6, 2013)
She undid my two rear garter tabs and yanked up the back of the girdle. In contrast to the painful beating she had just administered, she ran her hand gently over the seat of my panties. Her touch felt so soothing that it almost made the spanking worthwhile. Unhappily, her ministrations were brief. She refastened my stockings and ordered me to my feet.
As I stood there massaging my bottom, Stephanie said to Catherine, “You should take the hairbrush with us, in case she forgets her manners again.”
Two Hours a Month by Stephen (September 6, 2013)
You wince as she rubs the cool surface of the hairbrush over your tingling cheeks. Then she finds a spot, pauses before raising the instrument slowly, and SPATTT! A flick of her wrist flattens your right buttock. She takes aim on the other side, raises the brush a mere six inches or so, and then WHAPPP! She strokes and pinches the globes as if to make sure they're awake. Now she starts paddling the fattest part of the cheeks in a regular rhythm, from one side to the other, a little harder at each stroke. She works as though she were pounding a nail into the center of each buttock.
The spreading fire in your ass makes your eyes water; your breath comes and goes spastically, but you are determined not to make a sound.
Positioning by Ralph Greco, Jr. (August 30, 2013)
It is a relentless few minutes of high cracks across that suffering backside. The man has felt my hand to be sure, but never the ferocity of the unyielding ruler; although he is covered, the ruler’s smacks do penetrate, I know. It is all my client can do not to cry out, not to wiggle away from me as I swat wrinkles to smooth below me and his ass endures this high beating form under the thin cover. There have been times that the man even bares a bit of skin, maybe the side of his hip emerges in the melee’, or even the beginning of his cheek. It’s at these times that I hit him even harder, willing that piece of flesh back to be covered.
Simple Rage, Smple Vengeance by Lilith (August 30, 2013)
"Take the gag out, boys. I want him to be able to cry out. I want the Bitch to here him whimpering and screaming. Good thing there aren't any close neighbors out here in this dump." Of course they did her bidding, and as SH opened his mouth to spew crap in the woman's direction, she reached down and slapped him, back and forth, several times. "You are most definitely not in control here, boy. And that will cost you." Placing herself in front of him, feet near his face, she continued. "Move your ass up higher, and put your mouth on my boots. Don't move from this position until you are told to."Suddenly more stern than she had been, worked on the SH. Reluctantly, he placed his mouth on the toe of her boot, and wriggled his ass up higher.
Not Quite Dismissed by Greg Babcock (August 23, 2013)
"I told you, Your Horse's Ass Honor, that you'd not heard the last of this," seethed Marcia. "I told you that! I warned you! Well, Your Idiot Honor, this is it! Time for your come-uppance! And Vickie and I aren't the only one with a hard-on for you."
"She's right, Nelson" agreed Hilda. "I've never gotten over the fact that you were so penurious. The fact that you questioned every damn thing I ever said or did. The fact that you watched over me like a hawk. The fact that I couldn't even go to the john without you hovering over me!"
"Let me introduce our fourth member," said Victoria, with an almost sickening-sweet tone of voice. "This is Gladys Bennett. Does the name ring a bell, Judge? Does Gladys Bennett mean anything? Jog your memory at all?"
Measure by Measure by Ralph Greco, Jr. (August 23, 2013)
Gerri reached her arm back, grunted and began to slap Jake.
Jake was wiggling his ass side by side by the fourth cut across his cheeks, rolling his shoulders and raising on his toes by the eighth and screaming out loud by the tenth. Through it all Gerri kept the slaps aimed true and center of Jake’s ass and Patty literally licked her lips while Josie attempted to peek at Jake’s rising cock.
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLA.P SLAP. SLAP.
Chance Encounter by C. Flint (August 16, 2013)
The spell was broken by a voice from the glass doors that led back into the apartment. "I'm ready, ma'am." I heard Mark say.
I turned and my knees buckled as I saw a symphony in pink and white. Mark was wearing a woman's short nightdress that ended in the middle of his buttocks. It's pink satin sheen was set off by white lace at the hem of the skirt and its short puffy sleeves. The white stockings that ended in the middle of his thighs were held in place by pink elastic garters and framed by the pink patent leather of the high heeled pumps he was wearing. His leather collar was complemented by identical bands of pink patent leather around each wrist. The final insult to his manhood were the pink satin panties I could see around his abdomen. The panties were cut full and there were ruffles of pink lace at the waist and legs.
Mark stood at attention with his hands at his side, silently waiting for his wife's next command. Claudia ignored him as she seated Cindy and me on the large couch in the living room. Claudia sat on a big upholstered chair which commanded the room like a queen's throne. She crossed her legs and, like a queen, beckoned her husband to stand before her.
Cold Nights, Warm Bottoms by Alexandra (August 16, 2013)
Greg quickly pulled himself away from the woman's grasp, finding his pants some distance away on the floor. Though he tried to hide the fact, it was plain to see that Greg had quite an erection. Gabriella admired the manly display in silence, knowing that this was certainly not the moment to bring up his quite obvious response to the spanking. Certainly, under other circumstances there were lots of possibilities at such a moment; but this time, she'd have to let them go.
Once in his jeans again, Greg looked at her rather meekly, as if he'd just as soon she leave, but Gabriella was not yet finished with the ski instructor.
Can That Be You? by Gregory Babcock (August 9, 2013)
“ Look,” he said – after ten or twelve fidgety minutes, where I just could not hold still, “if I was in to that sort of thing, I’d give you a spanking! Just to take the edge off. Do you know any of the girls that’re gonna be here tonight?”
“ No,” I answered – suddenly deflated. “Is it … is it necessary that I … you know … that I do? That I have someone waiting for me?”
“ Naw. Not necessarily. Sometimes, with a new ‘bottom’ … especially one your age … it might take a couple hours. I mean the girls aren’t shy. Well, neither are the guys. No one is shy. But, you understand, no one has ever seen your bare ass before. None of our people anyway. So, usually, it takes awhile to … to … for them to … to begin to relax a little bit. Besides, almost all of them have hooked up with, maybe, eight or ten of the others in the past. So, there’s usually a lot of … ah … ‘get reacquainted’ spankings that need to be gotten out of the way, y’know. And those usually happen … right at the beginning. Right after they greet one another. Almost immediately after they greet one another. So, take a strain. I can just about guarantee you … that you’ll get your ass spanked. Sooner or later. Just don’t make a complete horse’s ass out of yourself. You should simply try and relax … which, in your case, it ain’t gonna be easy. Just let it come to you. If you play it cool enough … trust me … it will. It will come to you. Possibly in more volume …and maybe in greater degree … than you might actually want. Tell me something: Can you take a good one? A good hard one? Because, there’s no sense in bragging that you can if it’s not … “
Clean It Up by Bellaroses (August 9, 2013)
While I finished straightening the bed, Wanda entered the bathroom, tsk tsk tsking again, this time about germs and sources of infection, repeating whatever horror story had been in the news lately. She tossed out our toothbrushes telling me that they should be replaced every few weeks, rambling on about bacteria. "Never use a toothbrush after you get over a cold or the flu!" she admonished, holding tight to my elbow in the cramped bathroom, swatting me several times with my wife's red plastic hairbrush. Personal hygiene is a very important subject and I understand that she needs to remind me of important things. But I do hate that plastic hairbrush and that position! I was almost flat against the wall and couldn't move at all. My bottom was clenched tight, my arms hugged at my chest. I put my forehead to the cool tile and was able to feel each whack swat crack smack very well. There wasn't even room to dance, it is a really small bathroom. I was a little disappointed, I had hoped she would use my own favorite weapon, my grandfather's old wooden bath brush, but we can't have everything we wish for! I do think plastic makes a nasty sting, wood is so much more personal somehow, but Wanda knows the way to make a point and she was very serious about replacing the toothbrushes. To make sure I remembered she sat down on the edge of the tub pulling me down over her knees. Wanda asked which toothbrush was mine and then soaped it up well with shampoo before inserting it almost up to the bristles to remind me to get new ones. I don't like that much, but she had to do it. It was for my own good. I tend to forget little chores.
Cleaning Man by Rachel Heath (August 2, 2013)
Done with the bedroom, he headed to the bathroom where he sprinkled Ajax into the tub. Then he got down on his knees to scrub it. As he did so, he felt the exposure and bareness of his ass and it added to the pleasurable feeling of humiliation mingled with sexual excitement. He scrubbed the bathtub out thoroughly, rubbing especially hard around the ring. Then he attacked the sink and finally the toilet. He did not quit until they fairly sparkled with cleanliness. Again on his knees, bared bottom up in the air, he scoured the floor. It was probably just his imagination but he felt like his ass was still warm from Casey’s spanking.
Colin's Parole by Johnson (August 2, 2013)
Colin didn't have a chance to protest as the hairbrush came down in a blur. The impact made him think somebody had exploded a firecracker on is butt. The loud smack and sting made him howl and squirm. Molly pulled harder on his right arm. "Settle down, baby brother, you've got a long way to go." It didn't get any better with the next one. He yelled just as loud and squirmed more. From reflex, he squeezed his bottom cheeks together and felt the hairbrush on his thighs. "I warned you, Colin." Three smacks on each thigh and he was screaming. He loosened his butt and Molly brought the hairbrush right back. After five more spanks, his legs went high in the air, and Molly went back to his thighs for five on each this time. Barely able to think through the pain, Colin still realized big sister meant business when she said keep his ass loose and legs down.
Martha's Dream Comes True by Jason (July 26th, 2013)
Snapping on a pair of latex gloves, Martha sat on a vanity stool near where the enema bag and nozzle were hanging. "Get over my lap, young man. We'll se if an enema will clean out your mind as well as your insides to make you behave." Alex obeyed, draping himself, his stomach rubbing against the wispy nylons. "It will make your stomach cramp and you'll wish you could get rid of it, but you'll have to hold it for ten minutes. If you leak one drop, you'll be sleeping on your tummy for a month after I get through with the strap. Just to make sure you understand and to give you a little incentive to obey, I'm going to spank you some more before I insert the nozzle in your bottom." She applied twenty moderate force hand spanks, the latex gloves providing some cushion for her hand. Alex responded with quiet grunts and groans, but stayed still other than his rippling of his bottom as her hand struck. When Martha stopped, the skin had been restored to the same shade of pink off immediately after the spanking in the front room.
Good Neighbors by Jason (July 26th, 2013)
The embarrassment of being forced to undress and wear panties had rendered Steve and Laurel into a vulnerable passive state of obedience. They walked quickly to the little tables, and sat down with their backs to each other. Steve saw, written on his pad, "I'm sorry I lied, left the sprinklers on, and broke curfew. I request to be punished." Laurel's had a little more. "I'm sorry I lied, drank alcohol, broke curfew, and spoke disrespectfully. I request to be punished."
They wrote while Ed and Norma read, glancing at their young neighbors, scolding them for looking around the room and not sitting up straight. When Steve and Laurel finished, they presented their pads to Ed and Norma, and were told to stand in corners on opposite sides of the room. The Garveys pretended to read the papers, rustling them, wanting the Goodwin's fear and anticipation to build, and also give them a chance to think about what had brought them to this humiliating punishment. They could hear Laurel sniffling and sobbing quietly, but they were determined to carry out the whole plan.
Three Spanking Scenes by Ricardo (July 19, 2013)
She came back into the bedroom, pulled a straight chair into the middle of the room and faced me. "Look me in the eyes, Richard, and listen carefully," she said, and I raised my eyes to meet hers. "You've got some serious punishment coming for messing up that zoning story, and you made a couple of other mistakes, too, such as attributing a quote to the wrong councilman, and I'm going to see if I can impress on your bottom the old-fashioned way that you you need to be more careful. Do you agree you need to be punished?
"Yes, ma'am," I said.
Threesome by Jason (July 19, 2013)
Not nearly as sorry as you're going to be, young lady," said Jason who couldn't help but laugh at the situation. He nodded at Dawn and they raised their hands and brought them down on Maggie's bottom.
SMACK! SMACK! The spanks struck together. "OWWWWWW!" said Maggie "Don't spank me, I'm a good girl.
SMACK! SMACK! "Good girls don't do such provacative dances in their bra and panties," declared Dawn.
SMACK! SMACK! "They sure don't," agreed Jason. "They get their pretty little bottoms spanked soundly for that."