Spanking Archive Updates
Spanking in Suburbia, by Pete (June 20, 2016)
"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 (June 20, 2016)
"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 Yupie, by Pete (June 17, 2016)
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 (June 17, 2016)
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. and Wife (June 13, 2016)
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 (June 13, 2016)
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 fie
Vanessa, by Iona (June 10, 2016)
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 (June 10, 2016)
"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.
An Afternoon Visit, by Victoria (June 6, 2016)
She smacked his bottom a few more times and petted him. Finally she looked up at me and seemed to remember that I was Victoria and was the one who had set the whole meeting up. She gave me an apologetic grin and motioned for me to go ahead with the spanking. I smiled at her. I understood. She was like a cat who had discovered catnip. There was no way she wanted to be separated from that bottom that was there for the taking. Introducing real spanking to newcomers is a thrill. It is like being a virgin again and again and again.
Vito Gets Smoked Out, by Rachel Heath (June 6, 2016)
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.
A Sample of Victorias Style, by Victoria (June 3, 2016)
"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 (June 3, 2016)
"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?"
Schoolboy, by P.B. Whiting (May 30, 2016)
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. (May 30, 2016)
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.
Sasha, by James Sondance (May 27, 2016)
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 (May 27, 2016)
"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.
Schadenfreude, by Rod Birch (May 23, 2016)
Susie grinned. "I wouldn't have believed it, you know, but spanking Brian's bare bottom certainly triggered my schadenfreude." Mrs. Blake smiled. "I know, dear. I loved watching my mother make my brothers dance. And it was even more exciting when I got to carry out the whippings. I was the oldest and, in my teens, at my mother's urging, I caned and birched my brothers' bare bottoms. Mother realized it was far more humiliating for them when I caned them, so my canings had a more lasting effect. She even encouraged me to have my girl friends assist, and that was truly efficacious. Plus," she smiled, "awfully entertaining for me and my friends." Susie grinned. "I'll bet it was " "But, back to the problem at hand. What sexual experience have you had?" Susie frowned. "Why're you asking that?"
Seat of Justise, by Karma Sutra (May 23, 2016)
The Judge had repaired to her chambers to retrieve a few items. When she returned she carried with her a large wide rattan carpet beater an ornate antique affair she used on the oriental rugs she collected - and also on the backside of her own son when he was a youth. There was also an English style leather riding crop tucked under one arm and a flat backed wooden clothes brush of frightening heft and width! None of the boys had seen any of these items employed in this way - they were beyond shock! Out of the three of them only Denny (by far the naughtiest on a regular basis) had experienced a spanking. The other boys hadn't had one since they were very young. Denny, however, had to be kept in line very frequently with a good strapping whenever his dad saw fit but even he was dreading this! Those things would HURT! Judge Martha with theatrical flair positioned her considerable figure behind the boys in such a way that she had free range for a wide swing of the carpet beater.
Rupert Serves it Up, by Rachel Heath (May 20, 2016)
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! The spanks were swift but when she brought down the paddle, Mistress Abracadabra kept the wood against her butler’s naked ass for an extra second so the swat would sting just as much as it should. She also waited for a second before the next blow so Rupert could relax the muscles in his cheeks, doing his part to make certain the spanking stung his flesh just as much as it ought to. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! The cheeks bounced in time to the paddle, compressing together, then relaxing and moving apart as they pinkened.
Educating Sarah, by Rod Birch (May 20, 2016)
The housemother looked annoyed, then smiled. "You're being impertinent, Mary, but yes, I have. Once. And I'll never forget it. That's how I know that no one can resist it." She winked. "I think every woman should have a taste of the birch. Just enough to know how it feels." She turned back to us. "And pledges who refuse to obey their housemother or sorority sisters will be birched. So if you are called upon to participate, keep that in mind." Two quick rings of the doorbell interrupted. The housemother smiled. "That's probably our guest of honor. Would the Welcome Committee see to their duty?" Six of the larger girls rose and left. Mrs. Cooper folded her hands and tapped her foot, eyes on the double door. Shortly the Committee reappeared, four of the girls dragging what looked like a large canvas laundry bag. They hauled it to the center of the lighted area where everyone would have a good view, then closed the double doors. A muffled male voice emanated from the bag.
Room 211, by Jason (May 16, 2016)
The next hour was among the most humiliating Jason could remember. Darla first examined every part of his body. She made him open his mouth, and ran her fingers around the inside. She poked, pinched, and prodded his chest, stomach, legs, and arms He had to flap his arms like they were wings. She pushed his foreskin back for several minutes, then hefted his balls in her hand. He bent over and grabbed his ankles as she rubbed his bottom, then inserted her index finger into his rectum. He blushed in embarrassment through the procedure. "I guess you're fit enough to endure what I'll put you through, Jason. Madame Donna says you can take a lot. She added that she has never made you cry from a spanking. We'll see about that. Very few men and no women have checked out of Room 211 without shedding tears and begging me for an end to their punishment."
Rosewater, by Erin (May 16, 2016)
When he did, I laid another three strokes on his cheeks in rapid succession, and instead of counting like he was supposed to, his answer came, "Ow! Ow! Ow! "Get up!" I ordered, "come with me." I led him back into the bathroom. Turning on the faucets. Hot water began filling up the old¬fashioned porcelain tub. I loved this old tub, it was great for stretching out and soaking. I poured a little rosewater in the tub. This naughty boy needed a little perfuming. He smelled like a baby in wet pants.
The Rushin' Russian, by Victoria (May 13, 2016)
"You'll be hot before I finish with you!" I responded over his yells. I moved down to the backs of this thighs and he began to kick. At that moment, I pulled out one leg and hooked it over his. I reached for my ruler. The snaps of the ruler really brought the yelps from Oleg. He started to apologize for his laziness and admitted that he thought he could get out of doing the work. He begged me to stop the bites of that ruler landing again and again across his bottom cheeks.
Behind Closed Doors, by David (May 13, 2016)
It still struck her as bizarre – she couldn’t imagine Simone bent across Ian’s knee, or June baring herself for Roger – but in some curious way she enjoyed it. She still disliked the exhibitionism of it – having to present her bared bottom to him. But she enjoyed the light pain which his mild punishments bestowed, and she liked the mastery Rob showed. And more than that, she loved watching the effect she had on him. Midway through the spankings he gave her, he’d always take his pants off, and always, without exception, his penis would be straining with pleasure. When over his lap, Sal would feel it grinding into her tummy, and when bent over the bed she would always steal a quick glance back to see it outstretched before him; red, hard and throbbing. The knowledge that it was her who did this tohim was deeply fulfilling. For some reason that she would never understand, the sight of her naked bum drove him wild with lust; but that made him her man. Like the most valued lovers, she knew how to make her man happy.
The Widow Stone and Me, by Jason (May 9, 2016)
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 and a Sore Fanny, by Gregory Babcock (May 9, 2016)
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 (May 6, 2016)
“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 Gregory Babcock (May 6, 2016)
“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 (May 2, 2016)
“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 and Her Lawyer, Samantha, by Ricardo (May 2, 2016)
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 (April 29, 2016)
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 (April 29, 2016)
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 (April 25, 2016)
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 and Miss Clay, by Ralph Greco, Jr. (April 25, 2016)
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. (April 22, 2016)
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 (April 22, 2016)
“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 (April 18, 2016)
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 Spanks All, byVictoria (April 18, 2016)
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 (April 15, 2016)
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 (April 15, 2016)
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.
The Boss' Wife, by Jason (April 11, 2016)
My wife, Elaine, and I were eating supper with my boss, Jim, and his wife, Lenora, at their beautiful home one Friday evening. Jim had been the manager of the regional claims adjustment office for three months. I was the fraud investigation manager, reporting directly to him. While our wives had become close friends, my relationship with Jim had been strictly professional, never discussing our personal lives. The invitation to dinner at his house had been a surprise, but at Elaine's urging, it was accepted.
The Holdup, by Gregory Babcock (April 11, 2016)
What was unfolding was something out of a bad movie----or a bad dream.
Our little loan company on East Lake Street, in Minneapolis, had been invaded by robbers. I admit that 22 years isn't the longest life span in the world, but I live to be 100 I don't think I'll ever have seen anything like what was taking place on that warm, sunny day in August, of 1989. It was out in an old George Raft movie that my father used to stay up till all hours to watch.
Friend of a Friend, by Ralph Greco, Jr. (April 8, 2016)
“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 (April 8, 2016)
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 Gregory Babcock (April 4, 2016)
"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 (April 4, 2016)
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 (April 1, 2016)
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 (April 1, 2016)
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 P.B. Whiting (March 28, 2016)
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 Diana, by Ralph Greco, Jr. (March 28, 2016)
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. (March 25, 2016)
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 B.C. and Wife (March 25, 2016)
"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 (March 21, 2016)
“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 (March 21, 2016)
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.
ar None, by N.G. (March 18, 2016)
“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. (March 18, 2016)
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 (March 14, 2016)
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 (March 14, 2016)
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.
She chuckled, exploring him with a such beguiling thoroughness he was intoxicated. His buttocks flexed under her tantalizing forays and his balls danced with eagerness. His already engorged cock throbbed. Never had a woman so enchanted him.
To Reconcile a Marriage, by Greg Babcock, Jr. (March 11, 2016)
"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."
Too Early for a Spanking, by Jack (March 11, 2016)
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.
This is a Job For...., by Gregory Babcock (March 7, 2016)
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.
Anticipation and Fulfillment, by Ralph Greco, Jr. (March 7, 2016)
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.
The Story of Ann, by H.B. (March 4, 2016)
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 (March 4, 2016)
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.
Aunt Rita's Hairbrush, by Richard Watson (February 29, 2016)
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. (February 29, 2016)
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 (February 26, 2016)
“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 (February 26, 2016)
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 (February 22, 2016)
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 (February 22, 2016)
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 (February 19, 2016)
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 (February 19, 2016)
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 (February 15, 2016)
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 (February 15, 2016)
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 (February 12, 2016)
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.(February 12, 2016)
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.
The Banana Man's Comeuppance, by Rachel Heath (February 8, 2016)
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 (February 8, 2016)
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(February 5, 2016)
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 (February 5, 2016)
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 Jason (February 1, 2016)
"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 (February 1, 2016)
"Now you young pranksters you will remain down and you'll keep those hands out in front of you no reaching around for a rub until I tell you you may. You will say nothing to break any of these rules means you each will get ten extra swats and if you give me reason to, I will remove your pants and shorts and deliver this lesson directly to your bare behinds, so watch your step! I am going to begin now." With that, she flipped back her robe sleeve and arced her swatting arm all the way back, then brought it forward with formidable power and speed with the carpet beater landing squarely on Jordan's slender bottom. His head jerked up, eyes starting out of the sockets and a loud squawk left his lips. Then another and another and yet another found its mark on Jordan's wiggling seat. He was getting mighty uncomfortable , not at all sure he could keep his hands from jerking back there. Then with lightening speed the Judge lit into Kyle who screamed loudly with each whack. Denny was wincing wishing Kyle didn't scream quite so loudly. He knew his turn was next and he knew he would get an extra strong dose it came sooner than he had thought! God, did that HURT! His bottom was aching and throbbing deep down and the skin back there was sauteed! Those denims weren't helping things either, they were feeling too tight already! That awful thing kept up its rhythm on his poor sore rump and he was beginning to whimper, squeezing his brown eyes shut to hold back the tears he knew would come eventually and embarrass them all. How were they ever going to live this down? Denny just hoped he wouldn't be recognized by anyone. Was it his imagination or did it seem like he was getting a lot more "attention" than his mates? Then the Judge took the heat off and put it back on Jordan. Then Kyle and then it was Denny's turn again and he was in agony it hurt so bad he let out a loud expletive. The thrashing abruptly stopped and he felt the Judge's fingers grasping the waistband of his jeans as she hauled him to his feet.
One Down, Twenty to Go, by Jason (January 29, 2016)
Without saying anything, Monica picked up the hairbrush. SMACK... SMACK... SMACK... SMACK... SMACK... She began with a series of fast hard spanks on different spots, making them a little harder after each five. Lee gasped and groaned, his head bobbing up and down. He had never felt this helpless. His tied hands prevented him from trying to reach back and cover his bottom from the relentless assault of hard inflexible wood on his pliant bottom cheeks. SMACK... SMACK... SMACK... SMACK... SMACK... "That woman's spirit is reaching through my arm and hand, Lee, punishing you for using her for your selfish sexual desires, then dumped her like used merchandise. You told her how much you loved her and how you would always respect her, that you were giving each other a beautiful gift. She was a virgin, Lee, the chance to be one on her wedding night taken away by your smooth words and false promises."
Spankcakes, by Lenny (January 29, 2016)
When I felt her arm tightening around my waist I knew the spanking was about to begin. Gritting my teeth and expecting the worst from that ominous hairbrush, I was pleasantly surprised when she began handspanking me. SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, her hand started beating a steady rhythm on my behind. It was a very heavy hand attached to an arm that was extremely strong from lifting heavy plates I imagined. SPANK SPANK WHAP WHACK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK. Up and down came that big hand warming every inch of my backside. The slaps were stinging pretty good as she continued on. "I hope" SPANK SPANK SPANK "that this teaches you a lesson" SPANK WHACK WHAP WHACK SPANK SPANK SPANK "about finishing your meals" WHACK SPANK, "a lot of people are starving" SPANK "and you throw away good food" WHACK SPANK SPANK SPANK, "aren't you ashamed of yourself" SPANK SPANK WHACK "being spanked over Mommy's knee like a little naughty boy?" SPANK WHACK SPANK SPANK. "WOW" I thought as I fought back the tears, she is really into this scene. The spanks were getting harder now, I had gotten about thirty or forty good ones so far and wondered in dread if she would finish me off with the brush. She didn't have to as hard as she was walloping m with just her hand. She must have sensed this as the entire spanking was given with her hand. But her hand was more than enough.
Amanda's Strong Stand, by Rachel Heath (January 25, 2016)
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 (January 25, 2016)
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!
Digging Jolene, by Rachel Heath (January 22, 2016)
I kept paddling. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Jolene pulled on her breasts, fondling and pinching her sensitive nipples, and yelping at the swats. "Owl Ohl Ouch!" She put one hand down to her pussy and started playing with herself. "Owww! Ohhhh!" I could hear the tone change a little as she got more aroused and my dick got hard and throbbed.
"Do you think you've had enough, you naughty girl?" I asked.Give a Damn - Greg Babcock
"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 (January 22, 2016)
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 (January 18, 2016)
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 (January 18, 2016)
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 (January 15, 2016)
"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 an spank...SMACK.....SMACK...SMACK.. you harder."
Wade Does His Duty & Gets His Due, by Rachel Heath(January 15, 2016)
"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 (January 11, 2016)
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.
"Turn around and look at the far wall, Michael," said Arliss. He saw the "under the mill" round paddles used on him the night before. Next to them were four standard sorority paddles with long blades and identical Greek letters. "If you're downright disobedient or insolent, we'll tie you over a chair and use those on you."
It Never Rains, It Pours, by Ralph Greco, Jr. (January 11, 2016)
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. (January 8, 2016)
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 (January 8, 2016)
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 (January 4, 2016)
"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, Bridget Striker (January 4, 2016)
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 (January 1, 2016)
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. (January 1, 2016)
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 R.G.J. (December 28, 2015)
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. (December 28, 2015)
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 (December 25, 2015)
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. (December 25, 2015)
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 and Spanked, by Chuck Wilson (December 21, 2015)
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 (December 21, 2015)
"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 (December 18, 2015)
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 (December 18, 2015)
"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 (December 14, 2015)
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.
Just Takes a Peek, by Pete (December 14, 2015)
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
Lacey, by DyAnne (December 11, 2015)
Both girls started dating. One night, while Lacey was waiting for her date, she cursed saying that her date was a stupid bastard because he was late. Mandy reminded Lacey that she was not supposed to curse. Lacey told her to shut the hell up. Before Lacey had realized what she’d said, she found herself face down across Mandy’s knees with her skirt pulled up and panties pulled down. Mandy had just started spanking Lacey when the doorbell rang. She told Lacey to go let whomever it was in and to get back in position. Lacey led a handsome young man in and told him to wait in the living room, then she walked back into the den. She told Mandy that her date was in the living room, then she placed herself back over Mandy’s knees. Mandy raised her skirt back up and started spanking her again. Mandy looked up to see the young man standing in the doorway watching with fascination as the spanking continued.
Sam's First Real Ass Beating, by BC and Wife (December 11, 2015)
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. (December 7, 2015)
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 Gregory Babcock (December 7, 2015)
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 (December 4, 2015)
“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 (December 4, 2015)
"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."