Female/Male Stories

Martha's Dream Comes True, by Jason (August 17, 2015)

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 (August 17, 2015)

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.

Surprise Party, by Gregory Babcock (August 14, 2015)

"What did you do to me, Nel? You told me that you were not married! (SWISH - THWACK!) Didn't you? Did you not tell me, in so many words (SWISH - THWACK!) that you were not married?"

"Ouch! Oh, God! Please, Lisa! I'm sorry! I didn't. . ."

"You didn't tell me you were single? (SWISH - THWACK!) You didn't tell me that ? (SWISH - THWACK!) You didn't lie to me?"

Teaching Them to Respect an Officer of the Law, by Dr. Dlaniger (August 14, 2015)

“I’m sorry for the way I behaved. I won’t ever do it again. Please let me get dressed. I’m so ashamed.”

“Really?” She taunted. “You wouldn’t be the first punk to ever be brought into this station naked.” Ivan, defeated, just burst out sobbing. “All right, you little baby, I’ll let you put your clothes back on. But first…” She wrapped her arm around his waist, bent him at the waist, and slapped his buttocks 60 more times, making him cry from the spanking on such an already sore bottom. He sobbed like a little boy.

Three Spanking Scenes, by Ricardo (August 10, 2015)

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?

Threesome, by Jason (August 10, 2015)

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."

Two of the Best, by Jason (August 7, 2015)

I don't know what possessed Helen to retort with, "Shut up yourself, you fat ugly hag, and concentrate on your driving." The bus pulled to the side of the road and slowly stopped. Mrs Anderson got out of her seat, quickly walked to Helen, and took her right earlobe between her thumb and finger. She forced a loudly protesting cheerleader to bend over at the waist. Flipping up the skirt, she applied ten hard swats to the seat of the uniform panties which made Helen scream and screech in protest. All ten from our driver's large hand sounded like pistol shots in the confines of the bus.

Helen was sobbing loudly, more from the humiliation for being spanked like a five year old than the actual pain. Mrs Anderson grabbed the shoulders, straightened Helen up, then pushed her down in the seat. Except for the spanked cheerleader's crying, the silence of the tomb reigned in the bus. She turned to the rest of us and loudly challenged, "Would anybody else like some too?"

From Up the River, by Gregory Babcock (August 7, 2015)

I can’t adequately describe the machinations that went on – trying to get organized in an attempt to take a picture of my “fanny”! For one thing, I didn’t have a Polaroid camera – and I was to find that they were hard to find. No one – not one store – in our little town had one. The nearest really big city was 70 miles away. But, it was worth the 140 round trip. I scored one – in about the sixth store I’d visited! Also, if I was going to go “shopping” – for ladies garter belt and stockings – I figured it would be better to do so up there, where I wasn’t known. Everyone around here knew me. Knew that I lived alone – with “The Head of The House”, my Golden Retriever. If I started looking through ladies unmentionables in either of the two stores in town, which (in theory) would carry such esoteric items, I can just imagine what people would be saying. (Maybe I can’t. I live in a sort of mini-Bible belt.)

Telemarketer Takes a Spanking, by Rachel Heath (August 3, 2015)

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

"Ow! Oh! Please stop! I’ll never do it again, I swear!" Fred pleaded.

"I’m sorry," Heather told him, "but that’s just not good enough. I’ve got to make sure you have learned your lesson, Fred. In fact, I think you need some stronger medicine." Heather reached for the large, black, fake leather purse that was right on her desk. She unzipped it and pulled out her big hairbrush. The brush had a thick, brown, wooden base.

Tenth Reunion, by Victoria (August 3, 2015)

"Get in, Sarah," Tom said.

She glared at him and in that moment decided that she would like a few moments alone with him. She climbed into the car. He would soon find out that he couldn't take that male superior stance with her and get away with it. It had been too long and obviously no one had stood up to him for a long time. Maybe with his good looks, no girl knew the way to handle him. Well, Sarah knew and Tommy was about to remember his manners with her... remember his manners or else. Ten long years. Too long.

Tom went by Susan's first and dropped her after the two women had arranged for a lunch meeting the next day. Then they headed for Sarah's aunt's house. One of the reasons that Sarah had made this reunion was that her aunt had finally agreed to giving up the old house. Sarah's aunt was in a nursing home and Sarah was about to decide whether to turn the old home into an antique shop and live in the upstairs or sell it. When she had walked through the house earlier, she had realized that it would be nearly impossible for her to give it up. It had been a dream in the back of her mind for too long.

 

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