Male/Female Stories

View to a Spanking by Jack Kennedy (March 21, 2014)

Nikki stood there bare footed in a blue silk dress, Her hair was straight and silken as her dress. I her hand and walked into her apartment. A fluffy gray cat darted act of the room. I led her to the couch and told her to sit dawn. She sat or l the edge of the. couch, back straight, hands folded in her lap, eyes downcast. We did some serious talking, or rather I did - most of it any way. I told her I was serious about what I said about spanking her. Her voice was almost shy when she asked what she had done to be spanked. I took her hand. She wouldn't look at me but her thumb rubbed mine. I explained that there were two reasons. That she had gotten important to me real fast and it scared me to know that she had been 'racing through traffic, something I had found out later. The second reason had more to do with what we had talked about at lunch: that she was a very pretty and desirable woman, that she knew it and used it. I admitted to being physically attracted to her but that behind her appearance there was a person who really attracted me. l sincerely felt that this person needed for someone to care enough to see behind the facade and to care for her behavior as well, to demonstrate that caring in a very direct way.

Hard Time Spanking Style, Part One by Chuck (March 21, 2014)

Back and forth went the practiced hand of Jason Thomas and Allison's bottom, having the fair skin associated with that of a blonde, began to color rapidly. After only one round trip up and down the twin mounds, a rosy shade covered the entire area except for a white strip along the inner edges of the valley. He evened the decor by spanking along the central cleft and then moved down onto her upper thighs.

Jennifer & Brian at the Falls by Lisa (March 14, 2014)

" The hell you are Brian I am NOT some child and you can't spank me I am too old and I won’t let you. You hear me Brian you are not going to spank me." Jennifer was yelling now. Brian calmly picked Jennifer up and tossed her easily over his shoulder again and headed back to the log he had sat on before. Jennifer kicked and struggled and shrieked and Brian kept on walking. She gave a mighty pull on his hair and Brian responded with a hearty swat to her bottom.

Jennifer was stunned into silence. He was not kidding he was really going to spank her. Her mind set into motion trying to figure a way out of this. Brian sat down on the log and took Jennifer over his lap. "Jennifer as much as it pains me to have to do this I amgoing to get your attention some way and I may be wrong but since you were acting like a child earlier I am going to treat you as one and see if that works. Now you know you were wrong in being so reckless don’t you? Jennifer said nothing. Jennifer I am talking to you young lady and don’t make me wait for answers or this will only go worse for you."

Seeing the Light by Don Barton (March 14, 2014)

"I'm nineteen now, Mom, and I think I deserve some freedom to do my own thing. And sometimes that means I've got to disobey him to do it. I guess I don't really want to disobey him. Well, okay, sometimes I do. But he pushes me so hard I feel I have to fight back. And the only way I know to do that is to disobey him. And now... now he says he's going to start spanking me again!... I'm too old to have my pants taken down and get spanked! It's not right! It isn't even right for him to ground me! I'm just too old for that stuff!... Sure, both of you guys spanked me when I was a kid and I misbehaved. But I'm not a kid anymore. I mean I'm in college!... Spankings and groundings should be a thing of childhood and no more... So I've left home, Mom, and I'm never going back!" Andrea said, tears beginning to fall from her face.

Ginny's Surprise by Scherezade (March 7, 2014)

He gripped her firmly in his left arm and raised his hand high over her clenching bottom. It was such a rush of sheer, intoxicating power, to have his beautiful, imperious wife upended over his knee, struggling and pleading like a frantic child even as her womanly curves enticed him. It was a perfect moment in itself, one he almost regretted bringing to an end.

Headmaster's Solemn Duty by Richard Watson (March 7, 2014)

SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.......the Headmaster began Alice's punishment with a series of sharp spanks alternating between her delightful bottom cheeks - now bouncing under the sting and starting to redden even with this initial volley. "Keep your buttocks soft, young lady, you're over my knee to have your attitude changed, and I want to see you taking your spanking without any hint of resistance. Do you understand?"

Driver Education by Nancy Levy (February 28, 2014)

'In that case, missy,'' said Uncle Joe sternly, “I may as well give the sergeant--and everyone else--a real look at that naughty behind of yours." He slid his spanking hand under the waistband of Nancy's panties and tugged them down over the round curves of her fanny. Nancy twisted around as best she could, reached back and grabbed her panties, trying desperately to keep them in place. ''No, please, Uncle Joe,'' she wailed frantically. ''I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Please, PLEASE don't take my panties down in front of them. Take me home and spank me. I-I-I de-deserve to be punished for breaking the rules and for driving when I shouldn't but PLEASE not with people watching.''

New Girl at Oak Hall by Alexia (February 28, 2014)

He paid no attention to her objections and calmly set about his task. He shifted the woman far over so that her feet were kicking inches above the ground, got a good grip around her waist with his left arm and hiked up her skirt. She still had on her nylons and underwear. He put his right hand on her thigh and smiled as she bucked and twisted and roared indignantly at the intimacy of the touch, and though she gave his ribs a few hearty thumps with her elbow he neither released her nor lost his humor. The ranting went on and on. If she was frightened of him before, she was furious now, and the oddness of the situation was temporarily unimportant. She kicked and bellowed, and Grey simply held her there and rubbed her thighs gently until frustrated and winded she finally lay still, her head down on the cushions and between her arms, her fists clenched and her shoulders tense.

A Caring Father by Chuck (February 21, 2014)


With the application of the hairbrush, her cries picked up in volume and, had the windows been open, might have been heard by several households along the block. She was in extreme pain as the wood impacted deeply into her soft gluteal muscles and would leave an ache that would last for hours. And she knew she would be sitting very uncomfortably for at least the next couple days.

The punishment session seemed to go on and on and exhaustion was beginning to set in for Pam. Her bottom had almost become a stationary target despite the intensity of the heat within. All she could do at that point was grip the pillow at the head of bed and bury her face in it.

Kindred Spirits by Elizabeth (February 21, 2014)

There was a certain look of gentleness in his face now as he spoke, and I was trying to contain my shock and anger over the situation as I looked at him. In my confusion I shrugged my shoulders defensively and said, "I don't know!" My Uncle just stared at me for a moment before finally saying "It's up to you, Michelle. I want your stay to be a pleasant one for all of us, but your behavior will determine that. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," I said sassily, and Uncle Phil's face changed back to one of suppressed anger. "Young lady," he said, "I won't be sassed.. you want to try that again?" I didn't feel up to pushing it at that moment, so I calmed myself and said quietly, "Yes, sir." His features relaxed and he sat down on the swing next to me. I felt his arm cross behind my neck to go around my shoulders and I looked up at him mistily. I felt like crying I was so confused, and I think he knew that. He gave me a hug, and told me again of how much he loved me and how he wanted me to grow up happy and safe.

Slowly, I think a little bit of it began to sink in, but it took awhile. I was nowhere near ready to submit in the way that he expected me to, which became apparent just two days later. He and Aunt Angela had gone into town to buy some things in preparation for April's visit, and I had begged to stay at home. I had had time to think about everything that had happened, and to let my stubborn pride take hold. As soon as they were out of the house, I ran downstairs to call my friends back home. I was doing a 'slow burn' and this was my small way of rebelling again.

Cat Burglar by Miss Lee (February 14, 2013)

She began to struggle in earnest as he approached her. Once again he placed his hand on her back, but this time firmly, to keep her from tipping the chair over with her frantic struggles. He measured the belt against the sitting area of her bottom. Almost two inches wide, thick and heavy, and doubled to boot: it would be more like a razor strop than a belt. Most satisfying for him, most painful for her.

Kenyon drew back the doubled belt and let it fly. The muffled SPLOT! sounded wimpy, but he knew the blow had been anything but. Victoriana jerked up her head, straining, whining behind the gag at top volume.

Memorable Experience by M.D. (February 14, 2013)

He was kneading me, pinching and rolling my slightly heated skin, bringing my blood to the surface. My cock was pounding through the combination of his touch and Veronica’s slow masturbation. Last thing I wanted was to get so turned on, but I knew what my best friend really wanted, beyond seeing two well-hung men naked before her, was to watch me take this spanking, feel it and most of all see how I enjoyed it. It was the slow tease of the thing, the witnessing the event, the sound of the smacks as they landed as Veronica sat back, watched and participated in this most superficial of ways that was getting to her. Sure she had ‘participated’ plenty with me in the past, but I knew what my best friend was getting-off on now.

“I……to…give…him...twenty,” Veronica sighed and I felt Josh stiffen his body in preparation. All Veronica and I had ever done was exchange a few well-placed swats, the back of a hairbrush being used once and that was only for two swats each to see how it felt. Twenty, from a guy who hit ashard as I imagined Josh could hit, would be serious indeed.

Angela Lends a Hand by Chuck (February 7, 2014)

Barbara worked at the base of her friend's buttocks, bringing the brush up in such a motion that it caused the cheeks to roll upward, shake and then return to their normal shape. It was Angela's real sitting down are, Barbara realized, and she wanted to make sure that it would remain tender long after the session was over.

The sounds of smacks and girlish cries reverberated around the room as Angela's first spanking neared its conclusion. The hairbrush made a final trip down one side and up the other. Barbara then spread the cheeks for a volley of spanks inside the crack.

The Burton Story - Obsession, Confession & Absolution by Rosey B. Goode (February 7, 2014)

She snuggled closer, listening to his heartbeat and thinking. Could she give him this? He'd given her his pain over and over. Could she give him hers? She doubted she'd lose her job... she hadn't made a mistake at work in a long time...but could she face the pain and humiliation again? The thought frightened her. Getting through that last time was one of the hardest things she'd ever done. Could she go through it again? And it might be worse. Mrs. Hamilton would be very disappointed, and she always knew ways to make it worse. She tried to imagine holding herself open for punishment as Burton had had to do, and managed to suppress a shudder. Yet there was undeniably a kind of fascination in the idea too. Would it be easier or harder if she knew Burton was watching? And how could it be arranged with some assurance that he would be allowed to watch? Surely it would be fair for her to dish back out to him everything Mrs. Hamilton had given her, if she gave him his fantasy. Would it help to know that she'd be doing those things to him later? She felt a quiver deep inside herself. Maybe it would make it... well, if not easier, more interesting perhaps. She thought a bit and then took a deep shuddering breath and spoke softly, "I think I know a way to do it. I can't promise she'd let you watch... even though you're past your probationary period, you're still my junior at work... but I think I know a way to tip the odds."

The Burton Hensley Story, Rare Jewel by Rosy B. Goode (January 31, 2014)

" You were naughty in the shower, Burton?"

His face flamed, "Yes."

" Tell me more about it."

He bit his lip. "I took a shower on Tuesday after work, and when I was w-w-washing my... ummm... bottom, I thought of you. I wondered if it stings more on wet skin, and Mom and Dad were out of the house, so I slapped myself a couple of times to see. Then I thought... well... that... ummm... maybesomeday you might want... uhhh... to s-s-shower with me sometime and s-s-spank me when I'm all wet... and then I was... uhh... washing a certain part of me and... well... ummm...."

She laughed. "That was quite naughty, Burton. So," she eyed him speculatively, "did it sting more?"

BMW (A Bottom Made Warm) by Victoria (January 31, 2014)

"All right, Scott. Are you ready?"

"Yes, ma'am," Scott had hardly let that out of his mouth when the hand lifted and descended. Scott had forgotten. He heard the startled "oh!" escape before he could stop it. Then another came as the other buttock was smacked. By the third smack on the first cheek this time, he had a little control. He gritted his teeth harder and tried not to yell. He couldn't keep from wiggling on her lap as the spanking continued. And he couldn't stop the little jerks of sound from escaping from his mouth as the hand landed over and over again. He still could keep from making too much noise until she reached down and smacked his thigh and then his other one. My was that ever tender.

Can't Run, Can't Hide, Part Two by Chuck Wilson (January 24, 2014)

While Denise's bottom was warming over her parents' knees, Jim's dinner that night consisted of cold chicken and potato salad. Whatever faults she may have, cooking was not one of them and he was missing his warm evening meals.

That aside, he could not keep his mind off his beautiful wife and the fact that she had either already been spanked or was in the process of undergoing one. Why did she have to run home to cry to her parents about the spanking he had given her days earlier? The matter had already been forgotten by him and he had planned to treat her to a night out on the town when she felt well enough.

Promises by Ray (January 24, 2014)

"Listen!" I spoke to her in a quiet, measured tone so that she couldn't possibly misunderstand me. "I'm not kiddin' around here. I won't let you take these crazy risks any more. I'm not about to let you get hurt, or killed. So you'd better do as I say, because if you ever do something as stupid and dangerous as this again, I promise you...I'll put you across my knee and give you the paddling of your life."

I was a little surprised at myself. I hadn't planned on saying anything like that, though I was angry enough at that moment to simply go ahead and do just that. God knows the thought had crossed my mind more than once since I'd met Laura, but it still startled me to hear myself say it. But if I was surprised, Laura was absolutely stunned.

Cindy & Ellen by Alexia (January 17, 2014)

Cindy was furious! "Rot in hell! Let me go, you brute! Flea dirt! Putrefying jackal! You are worse than pond slime! Get your hands off me! How dare you, you refugee of a leper's compost heap!"

Harder and faster he whacked away, determined to give the foul-mouthed brat something to think about. The slipper, held by its heel, did an admirable job. The toe seemed to be weighted, and each resounding thwack brought a little squeal and a frenzied twisting from the insolent wench, but not the apology he wanted, nor a vow to be good. She was a saucy thing indeed!

Cant Run, Can't Hide Part One by Chuck Wilson (January 17, 2014)

Jim lifted her legs up onto the bed and adjusted her pretty seat into the exact position he wanted it before sliding her panties further down toward her ankles. He then reached into the bedside table drawer where he kept a bottle of rubbing alcohol, which he often used to ease pain in his back caused by an old football injury. This time it would be used to prepare Denise's skin for the impending spanking.

Beach Bum by Miss Lee (January 10, 2014)

“ I’m gonna warm up your ass first, Biff.”

“ Yes, Miss Lola.”

A sensation of heat spread across his bottom, meaning only one thing: she’d found his Tiger Balm.

He felt her spread his cheeks. He gasped.

Motivational Telephone Techniques by The Sergeant (January 10, 2014)

She flushed, gritted her teeth and bent forward again. She took hold the side, gripping it, shuffling her feet to get a better balance. She waited. It seemed like an eternity before she finally felt the displacement of air once again, followed by the flashing pain of the ruler. He struck higher this time, more on the meat of her bottom and though she cried out in pain, she maintained her position.

The Chess Club by Jason (January 3, 2014)

At least he's not scolding or making any humiliating remarks, thought Casey. She bent over and pulled her skirt and slip up, then reached underneath, tugging her pantyhose down, then finally her panties. She blushed, lying over his lap with her bare bottom sticking up for all to see. Her arms were dangling, not quite touching the floor, but her toes were solidly on the floor behind her. She was surprised at the strength of Clarence's bony thighs and the firm grip of his left hand around her waist. He maybe skinny, she thought, but he's certainly no weakling.

Views of a Spanking by Jack Kennedy (January 3, 2014)

Lightning shot through me and I jerked, like a puppet. I couldn't help myself. It HURT! His hand came down and again. I tried. to get away but couldn't move an inch. I felt his legs under my hips and breast. A wild thought ran through my head - I belonghere. NO!, NO! I struggled and kicked wildly but his hand kept spanking me and spanking me. I could feel tears running down my forehead. I put my hand back to cover me, it hurt so. He said "No!" and I pulled my hand. away. He said "no" and I obeyed. I grabbed on to him and hugged his leg with both arms. He spanked and spanked. I felt a pressure in my heart, my soul, my eyes. A wave passed through me sweeping everything clean, I bawled like a baby. It was like every hurt, and loneliness and guilt, rejection and unhappiness just poured out of me and I was FREE!

Profits Dowb, Panties Down, Part 4 by MCP (December 27, 2013)

"" Janette begged as she heard him take the cup up and run the shaving brush around the edge of it. Janette squirmed and rolled to one side and then the other. She got a smack for that and a command to take her shaving like a good girl. She stopped wiggling so much until the cloth was picked up from her bottom and the brush started making circular motions there. She sighed and tried not to moan. It was so sexy and so scary and so all kinds of things. It was embarrassing and exciting at the same time. She had never been over a man's knees and had him tend to her bottom. She dreaded the spanks. She was embarrassed by the intimacy. She was embarrassed and confused by the strange feelings that the brush stroking her bottom forced her to confront.

The Red Card, Session One by Kevin O'Toole (December 27, 2013)

Dampley closely observed the chubby mounds as they momentarily flattened from the force of each slap and then bounced back immediately to resume their deliciously rounded shape. Daisy's smarting rump was pink all over by now and gradually coloring even further. He systematically covered every square inch of bare hindquarters with hard, stinging slaps, numbering well over a hundred, and still his strong arm continued to fly. As always, the relentless supervisor was determined to spank an increased sense of responsibility into his "girl's" errant bottom. Again he raised his hand over her ruddy seat.

Profits Down, Panties Down Chapter 3 bt MCP (December 20, 2013)

Roger's voice broke in as he asked Gladys, "Are you enjoying the view?"

Gladys had her eyes shut and wasn't answering him when he smacked her bottom and commanded her to open her eyes and watch. Gladys was mortified for Laura as well as for herself. Her face was right on a level with Laura private parts. When Laura kicked, Gladys was given a view of everything.

Larry stopped again and Roger said, "Want to tell Laura how modest she is?"

Dean of Discipline, Part 8 by AB (December 20, 2013)

“Now, Miz Marinetti,” he said suavely, “perhaps you will honor us by taking a position across this desk”” Kate, apparently trying to master her voice, did not answer. “Well, then, I’ll be glad to help you,” he said, taking her wrists and backing around the desk. He pulled in and down, and the tall young English professor found herself stretched belly-down across the surface of the desk, her wrists pinioned tightly and her already stinging bottom in the air. Her leggings were down around her knees, but the skirt of her tunic covered all but the lowest part of her backside. With a nod, Bob indicated that Liz should raise this. She did so, tucking the skirt into the tunic’s belt for security. Kate now stood completely revealed, except for the white band of the tiny panties. The rosy glow of her buttocks made a charming contrast with the olive-sheened whiteness of her thighs.


Dean of Discipline, Part 6 by A.B. (December 13, 2013)

So I gave every girl a good, sound, workmanlike Emberley paddling, as nearly identical as I could make them. One by one they came in, reluctantly approached the punishment bench, and blushingly reached up under their skirts to lower their panties, or unzipped and slipped down their jeans. One by one they bent over my knee, rump uppermost for me to uncover by raising a hem or tugging down a scrap of cotton or nylon. One by one they bit their lips as this last covering slipped away, baring their helpless buttocks completely to the retribution about to descend.

Some bottoms were broad, some were slender, some were flat, some were firmly rounded, some were pale, some were olive. One was dark brown—it belonged to Consuela Sanchez, whose father owned hotels in the Dominican Republic. A couple were mottled with the bruises of paddlings they had received only a few days ago. No matter—I spanked them equally hard. They might be sore for a while, and a rear view in the mirror might be shocking, but their young flesh would soon recover, and it was kinder than making them wait another week.

Profits Down, Panties Down Part One by MCP (December 13, 2013)

Roger took a few steps toward her and laughed as she backed up. Her hands were out warding him off as if she thought she was about to go over his knees again. "If I decided to spank you again, you would be a spanked young woman--don't think you could get out of it. But I don't need to spank you, the world will do that. I suggest you check on your business life, I believe you are dying and don't realize it. Only some really fancy foot work will save your company. Perhaps you have promoted some woman who will do it for you. If not--well, honey, I imagine you'll have a long wait in the unemployment line."

"What do you mean? How dare you suggest that I can't run this business! Get out of here! Get out! Get out!"

Dean of Discipline, Part Five by AB (December 6, 2013)

I had worked my way downward, away from Frances’s marks, and had reached the tender underslopes of the girl’s buttocks. The last stroke lifted the flesh slightly, and brought forth a shrill squeal and a renewed frenzy of stamping. To my disappointment, the line was not parallel to the rest; on the left it touched the crease between buttock and thigh, but it angled upward and on the right ended at least two inches higher.

“Not bad at all, for a first attempt,” pronounced the Games Mistress judiciously as she took the cane from me and examined my handiwork. “I’ll just finish the job, shall I?” Expertly she placed the last four strokes in the largest remaining spaces, waiting hardly at all for the girl’s gyrations to cease after each stroke. This may have been a merciful gesture on her part, since I had drawn out my part of the procedure and she may have wanted to end the ordeal quickly, but four strokes of the cane in less than a minute gives the body little or no time to recover between strokes, and Bronwen squealed louder and squirmed uncontrollably as the agony in her hindquarters grew more intense. I had to admire Frances’s skill in placing the cane strokes so precisely across the girl’s heaving buttocks; I also had to admire Bronwen’s discipline in not trying to escape before the full dozen had been delivered.

New Masks, Part Two by Alexia (December 6, 2013)

She didn't take to the corner often, only when she had erred tremendously and knew that ,Jonathan would be furious. That isn't to say that Karen wasn't disciplined fairly regularly; her temper often earned her a session across his knees, and her procrastination in regard to bill paying and chores was remedied in the same way. There were even frequent occasions when her playfulness and taste for role playing got her bottom warmed. But this, putting herself in the corner and virtually asking him to punish her, was saved for momentous occasions like insulting his family or friends, -wrecking the car or letting insurance policies lapse, In the eight years that they had lived together he had come home to find her in such a position only four times, and each time he had. been incensed enough to take a strap to the woman's butt and teach her a lesson she wouldn't forget. After the first incident Jon went out and bought a proper razor strop for the purpose rather than use his doubled. belt again, and Karen's reaction to this instrument had been more than satisfactory.

Dean of Discipline, Part Three by AB (November 29, 2013)

Connie pressed her face against my shoulder for a few seconds, then took a deep breath. “So. I stood back and swung the paddle in with both hands, like a tennis racquet, and it connected, and poor Marie hollered and jumped as if she was going to take off for the moon. I could see that the paddle, when you swung it that way, had a harder impact than it probably did in the standard, over-the-knee position, so I was careful not to get carried away, but I didn?t take it easy on her, either. Marie yelled and cried and danced up and down, and I had to tell her twice to keep her hands in front of her on the desk. I don?t think I gave her as many as Harve would?ve, but the hits were harder, and judging from the way her bottom looked when I was finished, she got a typical Emberley spanking—maybe a bit on the high side of medium, but no worse than what our friend Jennifer got this morning.

Debbie in Iowa, Part Three by BC & Wife (November 29, 2013)

The terrible ruler went up and began to give the red faced girl a matching bottom. Watching the ruler caress her bare bottom like that was a scary thing. I could see everything happening to her that had just happened to me. Each and every time the ruler spanked the screaming girl it put a bright red line across both cheeks of her bouncing bottom. As the red lines began to fall on the same place over and over again, the skin on the lower half of her bottom turned darker and darker red.

He really spanked her until she had blisters on her bottom before he stopped spanking her and sent her to her seat. She pulled up her panties and went to her seat still bawling and cried harder still when she put her burning, blistered bottom on the hard chair.

“Well, that’s a bad sign,” Mr. King said. “Is anyone else in need of a spanking today? Tell me now and we can get it all out of the way first thing. Come on now! Anyone who didn’t do the homework? Or just has to tell her neighbor something?” he sounded serious.

Dean of Discipline, Part Two by AB (November 22, 2013)

She grinned. “And may the Lord have mercy on her bottom.”

I grimaced. “A disciplinary dean is never the most popular guy on campus,” I said. “I’ve gotten pretty used to that. But the way the job is done here at Emberley, they’re going to run when they see me coming. I’m not sure I’m ready to have an entire student body thinking of me as a monster.”

Connie laughed. “It isn’t that bad. Harve Jordan actually made quite a few friends among the students—though I admit they were mostly juniors and seniors who’d learned to stay out of trouble. Remember, the student understands that you’re just as much an instrument of school policy as the paddle in your hand, and she won’t take the punishment personally.”

Debbie in Iowa, Part Two by BC & Wife (November 22, 2013)

Those round young bottoms seemed to stick out even more in contrast to the red and welted skin that was all around them. They seemed to be begging to be spanked. I knew that Uncle Henry and Aunt Mary did not spare those bottoms to be kind to the girls and make it easier for them to sit down. They had saved those bottoms for a very special punishment and everyone knew that they would really get it good.

Aunt Mary called the two miscreants from the corner. They stood before her, sore and teary eyed. “You two go out to the apple tree and fetch a fine pair of switches!” she ordered.

Dean of Discipline, Part One by AB (November 15, 2013)

A dim light came through the door when it was opened. Leaning down, I saw that I was looking through a peephole about three inches in diameter into a large room below. Like all the rooms I’d seen so far in the administration building, it was paneled in dark wood. There was a massive desk, some bookshelves, a couple of comfortable chairs, and a fireplace. I paid no attention to any of this, however. What riveted my interest was the scene directly below and opposite the peephole. On a leather-padded bench sat the venerable dean, with a large wooden paddle gripped firmly in his hand. He was busily applying this to the bare, squirming bottom of a young woman who lay stretched across his knees, twitching and squawking every time the paddle came down. I could hear clearly the loud splat! every time the hard wood of the paddle made contact with tender, wincing flesh. Though the girl’s backside was thoroughly reddened, the dean kept right on paddling, until she kicked both heels in the air and screeched. I watched, hypnotized, as the dean delivered his final volley of spanks, and the weeping victim was allowed to pull up her panties and depart.

Debbie in Iowa, Part One by BC & Wife (November 15, 2013)

I hung over his upraised knee as he quickly raised my dress and pulled down my panties. As always this process brought a deep blush to my face. Once he had prepared me he spanked me hard and fast with his big hard hand.

My embarrassment was, for the moment, forgotten. The pain of Uncle Henry’s big strong hand slapping my bare bottom drove all else from my mind. His hand spankings were worse than a paddling from anyone else. My dad paddled me hard. Aunt Mary paddled me harder than that with her hairbrush. The principal at my new school paddled me harder still. But none of them paddled me as hard as Uncle Henry spanked me with his hand. When he picked up a paddle it meant that someone was in for a truly awesome spanking.

Naughty Nancy Has a Bad Day by Cathy Scott (November 8, 2013)

Nancy quickly hobbled over to the desk and bent forward, reaching her hands out to the other side. Her tummy fluttered nervously, her hands were sweaty and her bottom clenched and unclenched spasmodically. She was not looking forward to this experience! Never in her entire eighteen years had she ever had her bottom bared and paddled! Never had even a few swats landed on the seat of her ragged and stained panties! Frankly, she was just as happy to keep it that way! But that was not to be. Mr. Barnwell was already moving into position behind her and old prune-face was pulling her even farther forward over the desk. She gripped Nancy's hands in hers and held them there, a grim smile on her parched face. Nancy shook all over, waiting nervously for the first paddle stroke. She didn't have long to wait. It landed with a loud thwack across the center of both cheeks. Oh, how it burned and stung! Nancy let out an almighty howl and lunged forward across the desk. Her bottom cheeks bounced and wobbled under the impact while Nancy squirmed and kicked. The second swat landed on her right cheek only, leaving her gasping and jiggling. From then on the swats landed with dire regularity . . . middle, right, left, middle, right, left!

Re0education of Cheryl by CJ West (November 8, 2013)

"Cheryl, get up to your room. We'll see if we can solve this problem up there."

She knew what that meant but she wasn't in the mood to be ordered around.

"I'm not going to my room," she said, "or anywhere else with you. I'm 22 years old and you can't spank me anymore when you disagree with me. I'm going out."

She turned and started to leave as her father warned her. "Young lady,"he said, "you have 30 minutes to get yourself together and come back into this living room. If you don't, you will move out of this house next week."

Cheryl slammed the door as she left. She was upset by the way he'd treated her and she needed to get away. But, as she drove around the block, she thought about what he'd said and what had happened that night.

The New Regime by Annie (November 1, 2013)

"Mom, it's no big deal! I stay late all the time and you don't give me a hard time. Why now?"

This time Neil answered, "Because now things are different. We had plans for a talk after school. You didn't even have the common courtesy to call and say you'd be late. You had your mother worried needlessly, and it's RUDE! I think at the very least you owe your mother an apology."

"I don't have to listen to you! You're not my father! You're NOTHING to me!" Kim yelled.

Revenge Turned Sour by Barbie (November 1, 2013)

Roger looked at Phil and asked, "If you had warned Kathy about a particular bad habit and promised her so many licks with the strap if it happened again, would you let her off with half of them?"

Kathy dropped her head. She already knew the answer to that one. As Phil quietly said, "No." Betty put her arm around Kathy and thanked her for trying. She even gave a little embarrassed laugh and said that at least it would be over tomorrow night. When she added, "I'll watch the clock better next time." Kathy began to cry. Phil guided her out of the house and back home.

Kathy hardly slept a wink that night, imagining Betty on the bed again, tied up, being beaten when it wasn't her fault. She remembered how sore and frightful her bottom looked after the last time. She shuddered to think of being in Betty's place. But the time morning came she could hardly sit through breakfast with Phil. She was so jumpy that at last he asked her about it.

Kerry Robbins of Oak Hall by Alexia (October 25, 2013)

This was too much! She arched her back and roared. Every ounce of energy she had left she put into breaking free and salvaging her pride, while Herlihy calmly bared her for punishment. She tried going forward. She tried wriggling off backward. She heaved from side to side. Herlihy was delighted with the girl's persistence and determination. If she ever learned to control and channel that intensity she could do wonders, but right now what she needed most was to learn that someone was stronger than she, mentally and physically. He worked her panties down until they were at mid-thigh. Now she was bared and there could be no mistake as to what was forthcoming.

Over Daddy's Lap by Alan. O. (October 25, 2013)

"I know you didn't intend to get into an accident, Nancy, but that's not really the issue. Is it?"

"No, Daddy, it's not," she said, finally finding the courage to meet her father's eyes. "I should never have taken your car. I guess I was kind of angry at you for forbidding me to use it; like you didn't trust me. But now I know you were right about that. I shouldn't have taken it. It's your car--not mine. You didn't want me to drive it, and I was wrong not to respect your wishes."

"You certainly were wrong. You may see yourself as quite the sophisticated and independent young lady, Nancy, but I am still your father, and you are my daughter. You're living in my house, under my roof, and under my protection; and I take my responsibility to you very seriously because I love you." He hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts, before continuing. When he resumed, his voice was softer; not nearly so stern. "Nancy, I know you're not a child. I don't mean to keep you under my thumb, but I don't think its unreasonable for me to want you to respect my wishes. I'm the head of this household and your father, and even at your age there are times that I have a right to expect you to obey me. A case in point being this car business. That doesn't make me such a tyrant...does it?"

A Spanking for the Bride by MD (October 18, 2013)

This couldn't be happening, but it was. Slowly she ascended the stairs and noticed the light already on in their bedroom. It was focussed directly on the pillows. He had told her ten minutes. It was sufficient time and slowly she prepared herself according to his instructions. She undressed by removing first her hose and panties, reaching underneath the dress and, only then, the dress itself. Finally her bra and she was naked. Turning sideways to the mirror she noticed her reddened derriere and wondered what shade it would be in a short while.

You Can Go Home by Connie (October 18, 2013)

But this is the thing about a spanking. You may start out feeling that way--that you're going to keep your pride--but after a time the sting becomes the overriding consideration. You simply forget about everything else. Even as a child, when I was spanked on rare occasions in front of other children, the humiliation was horrible in the beginning, but after a while I'd forget they were even there. Now, when Dad started to deliver those volleys that landed numerous blows on one cheek, smacks over smacks, I didn't even think about Bob witnessing the whole thing. I let go and yelled and bucked and kicked and I'm sure showed every private part of myself with abandon. The most important thing in the world at this point was for it to stop and yet there was absolutely no way I could make it stop. It would go on until Dad decided it was time for it to stop. But still I tried, pleading desperately, "I'll be good I promise I will. I won't ever do it again." When it was finally over I lay across Dad's lap, sobbing and panting and finally thought again about Bob. Through my tears, I sneaked a glance at him. He was sitting there on the sofa, with a look of total amazement on his face--and something else too. Although I could scarcely believe it, there was the faintest smile on his lips.

Schoolgirl Sage, Part Two by AG Geiger (October 11, 2013)

"Now hold on," he told her, as he rubbed the paddle softly against her seat. "This is for your own good, and you know that, and I hope it'll be the only time I have to do this."

With that, he drew the paddle back and, with a rush of wind, brought it smacking hard into both of Marsha's cheeks with a loud SMACK that echoed off the ceiling of the garage. She grunted, and gave a little squeal.

With barely a pause, he spanked her two more times with the wooden paddle, and now her cries rose. By the fourth and fifth, her rear was burning, and could hardly stay still. Through it all, Rachel's father watched with some satisfaction -- Marsha had been his daughter's henchman for too long, and had this coming, and more-- while Rachel stood stock still in disbelief.

Screen Test by Randi (October 11, 2013)

The teacher would lay the implement flat against his target, as if measuring the distance, then raise his arm. The cane made an audible swish in the air, even through the speaker system, and a cry of anguish followed closely after each stroke.

The other girls were wincing in sympathy each time the cane fell. Or perhaps the winces were in anticipation of their own ordeals.

This punishment was much slower, much more deliberate than the spanking Daniel had witnessed in the baths. The teacher delivered each stroke carefully, then waited for the shrieks and the writhing to subside before he delivered the next. Daniel was mesmerized in spite of himself - he watched each red line appear on the girl's pale flesh, and had the almost overwhelming urge to run his finger over one of the welts.

Salt on the Tail by Barbie (October 4, 2013)

Barbie couldn’t keep from kicking and screaming. She had never felt so hysterical during a spanking. She always got nearly hysterical but never like this. It was too much! She couldn’t take any more. But she had to. It went on and on!

Uncle Grant smacked one cheek and then the other and then in the middle of both. Barbie howled and begged. Uncle Grant slipped down to the tops of her thighs and spent too long being sure that they matched her bottom. Barbie was wild with pain and regret. She had never regretted anything so much as this.

“I’ll never do it again! I’ll never do it again!” She screamed and hoped that Uncle Grant could understand the sounds that were punctuated by cries of pain. There hadn’t been a chance to be stoic at any time during this punishment. He had never just grabbed her like this before, and she hoped that he never did it this way again.

Schoolgirl Saga, Part One by AG Geiner (October 4, 2013)

She blinked, flustered by the pain and the humiliation she was feeling, as a 17-year-old being spanked by a man she didn't even know. What was worse, deep inside she knew she would never live this down, even if no one else ever found out. A band of red -hot pain and embarrassment, about four inches wide, spread across her backside, deepest at the crowns of her two voluptuous cheeks and trailing off as the flesh curved away in both directions.

After a wait of 10 seconds, he raised the paddle again, this time barely brushing her jeans clad seat with a gentle slapping motion as he rubbed it against the lowermost slopes of her backside. Had she not been pressed up hard against the desk, she'd have flinched at the slightest contact with the hard wood of the paddle-- as it was, she could feel herself cringing inside, waiting for the second swat that she knew was inevitable.

Trained Wives by Chuck (September 27, 2013)

Paula's behind, creamy white when it was first denuded, jumped upward with each blow. As the tempo picked up, she began to wiggle it around on her husband's lap in a vain attempt to ward off the spanks.


The angry husband was not moved by his wife's pleas for mercy. He watched as the deep, shadowy crevice that separated her buttocks tightened and the two half-moons virtually became one as the pinkness gradually became a brighter red. He had a calloused palm and it was only a couple minutes before tears were trickling down the young woman's face.

Wendy by Helier (September 27, 2013)

She turned away from me and cleared her shirt up to stick her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts. For a moment she hesitated and turned her eyes up to the ceiling then she edged her shorts over her bottom and down to her knees.

"Do whatever you have to," she mumbled. "I won't complain."

Her bottom was delightfully tight and round, stretching her white cotton panties with their tiny lilac flowers. Seeing her I wondered why on earth it had taken me three years to get round to this. But then a strange thought occurred to me as I watched her bend over and put her hands on her knees, pushing out her buttocks beautifully - maybe it was her that had taken three years to get this far.

Southern Man by Caroline (September 20, 2013)

"No, please". She joined him there."I'm sorry I'd like to apologize" He just turned back to the dishes and suds. "Please? I feel awful. Won't you forgive me? It was a prank. A childish..."

"Yes, it was certainly childish." Vivien blushed deeply at his tone. Dammit. She liked him. Why did she have to pull a stupid trick like that?

"Travis, Travis, will you at least look at me while I'm grovelling? " She tried to make a joke. "Come on, I'm sorry. Whaddya say?. Let's call out the firing squad?"

"No", he said simply, quietly as he washed the dishes. She frowned. She was upset. She really hadn't meant any harm. Dammit.

Will Susan Ever Learn? by James Fox (September 20, 2013)

WHAP! His palm hit her right buttock with a satisfying explosion. Equally satisfying was the ‘EEOOW’ in reaction to it. WHAP! He evened it up on the other cheek. ‘AAOOW.’

This was good. SPLATT! ‘AAAH!’ SPLATT! ‘OOWW!’ It occurred to him that it was a bit like driving off only with no follow through. He raised his hand above his head and brought it down in a well controlled arc. SPLAMM! ‘WAAHH!’ It was a good thing he had one of the best drives at the club. WHAPP! ‘EEEH!’ WHAPP ‘Oooow!’ He paused a moment. ‘Justin! Stop it! You're really hurting me.’ She started serious struggling trying to get her hands back to cover her bottom. He grabbed her right hand and pushed it into the small of her back.

Stacy's Trip Home by CJ West (September 13, 2013)

Stacy did very well in the pageant, finishing as the second runner up. She really seemed excited about doing so well that night, after the results were announced. But a few short days later her attitude changed. She started to complain about the judges, criticizing the winner and just whining about her fate. She also continued to show the members of her family less than the normal courtesies.

This time, when Herb suggested warming his daughter's backside, there was no objection from his wife. "Young lady," he said, approaching Stacy in the living room, "we are not your servants in this house." By now he had reached her side. "You know how to treat people," he said, taking hold of her arm, "and you know the proper ways to behave and to show good sportsmanship. I know because we have taught you these things."

Summer of Our Discontent by Rosy B. Goode (September 13, 2013)

All the way to school, I kept thinking about my poor Mom. I had to talk to her, to apologize for all the trouble. I couldn't stand not knowing what really went on, so I weaseled and needled it out of my cousin Becky, a sophomore.

She went on to tell me that none of the kids had ever been taken to the woodshed, but that her own mother, Lucy, had been taken there at least twice. Becky also overheard her Great- grandpa talking with her Grandpa, Ned, about a "tannin'" that Grandfather had given Ruth. Becky said that Ruth tried to run the house and her Great-grandpa would not have it!

"Just two weeks after her honeymoon with Grandpa Ned, Great- grandpa took Ruth to the woodshed. According to Great-grandpa, he spanked Ruth like a little child, you know, bare-bottomed. This was 'to put her in her place!' Then Great-grandpa lifted one foot onto the spanking stool, put Ruth across his single up- raised knee, and then thrashed her with his belt. This was 'so she would know better the next time!'"

Tasting the Tawse at 27 by BT (September 6, 2013)

She put her hand back in place and braced with palms under her zipper, pushing her pelvis into them. She sensed the next lick coming and tried to squinch her seat, but with such tight jeans on and with her toes over the bed edges, her rump muscles wouldn't bunch up. A growlingly painful splat laced her right cheek, just outside her high, little decorative pocket. She breathed spasmically and held her breath. She repositioned her hands and pushed into them. Another incredibly painful crack printed the lower extremity of her right cheek. She pushed hard into her hands, her fingers exerting a serendipitous pressure on her sexual center.

The Tease by Miss Lee (September 6, 2013)

The blows halted. "Are you sorry you teased me and that other poor man in the bar?"

"Hell, no! Of course not! It was all innocent-EEEEEE!" Something that was obviously not his hand landed, setting me afire again. "What was that?"

"My hairbrush. You're going to get a good taste of it for being such a teasing brat."

Pamela by C. Flint (August 30, 2013)

Andy sighed. "If that's the way you want it......" He reached low and pulled her skirt and slip up folding the fabric neatly above her waist. He placed his hand on the seat of her silk panties. "I'm tired of your nonsense," he told her. "You've been told that whenever you behave like a brat you're going to be treated like one." He gave her bottom a hard slap. "If you continue to act like a child you're going to find yourself with a red bottom a lot more often then you'll like." Andy banged his hand down against her bottom again. He was gratified to hear her yelp of pain and see her legs kick high in the air. Other than that single cry of pain Pamela kept her silence.

Punishment of Pamela by M.D. (August 30, 2013)

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! He struck rapidly alternating from the summit of one jiggling buttock to the other. "Ouch! Ow. . ." she squealed trying to reach back with her free hand. "You're hurting me! Stop it!"

The tone was as much command as plea, and it angered him. Even in submission she thought she could give orders! Well, this punishment, her spanking would be on his terms, he would stop when he was ready to. And he was a long way from ready! He gripped her free left hand, holding it with the right one against the small of her back. Without a hand to support them, her head and upper body draped further forward, elevating still more her naked bottom.

Connie's Supreme Spanking by Connie (August 23, 2013)

As though she were a doll, Connie's lover flips her over, and passes his hand over the now very rosy bottom. The pain has subsided to a tingle, and as she feels her lover's hand against her flesh, Connie begins to have strong feelings -- strange certainly, considering what has happened to her, and what is about to happen. As her lover talked to herrr, she was suddenly aware that she was actually beginning to be sexually aroused. Her pussy, she knows, is moist and contracting, and she yearns to make love. But, somehow, she knows this is not the time. She does not look forward to what is coming, without really understanding why, she knows she will submit, however much she may protest along the way.

Dawson by Cerissa (August 23, 2013)

Dawson realized that he would have to be graphic. He stood just a few feet in front of her and leaned in to speak. "What you need to set you on the right track, Miss Markoff, is a good, sound spanking." Ignoring her gasp, he went on. "Your lazy behavior not only deserves, it needs correction. I can point to the evidence of your first two assignments to support the statement that friendly advice and second chances are not the way to improve your work habits. I'm only thinking of your own future when I suggest that a burning bottom may stay in your memory far longer than a warm talk. So with your best interests in mind, I recommend that you accept punishment for your first few botched assignments, and start with a clean slate.

Carla's Ultimatum by Jason (August 16, 2013)

When the next twenty-five were done, Derek told her, "Stand up and push your panties down to your knees." Carla lowered the thin satin garment, grimacing at the scraping of the normally smooth fabric across her sensitized flesh. She started to go back over his lap, but remembered in time she hadn't been told to. He gently stroked her exposed flank. "You're doing very good for your first spanking, darling. Turn around and let me see. Nice and pink. We'll go for a bright scarlet now. Back over, and get ready to kick and cry."

In your dreams, big boy, she thought, laying over the strong thighs, her short housecoat well out of the way and panties now dangling at her ankles. Derek didn't start with gentle rubbing this time. His hand came down hard and flat on her bare skin. It wasn't any harder than the previous smacks, but Carla was surprised at the difference the removal of flimsy panties made. Her head jerked up, and she uttered an agonized groan. In spite of her intentions, her legs kicked, sending her house slippers flying across the room, followed by her panties landing in a tangled mess on the coffee table. "Good shot," said a laughing Derek.

Daddy Was Right by Jason (August 16, 2013)

"I spanked her several more times after we were engaged, and she was getting better about not breaking promises and other things. Shortly before our wedding, she bought the little paddle I've spanked you with, saying I could help her be a responsible mature wife with it. The night before our wedding, I used it on her. Standing at the alter the next day, she said her sore throbbing bottom warned her what would happen if she broke her vows of matrimony. I spanked her almost every night on our honeymoon for punishment and other reasons." I giggled at Daddy blushing when he said other reasons. "After we settled into this house, she requested weekly spankings with my hand on her bare bottom when she had behaved as a reminder for the coming week. When she hadn't behaved - "

A Birthday Spanking in Her Birthday Suit by Al Purvis (August 9, 2013)

The spankers switched off with the arm holders. The mousy brownette was careful not to expose her chest to Al, but the olive skinned brunette took the side facing him with no apparent concern that he had an unobstructed view of her bare breasts. The new spankers played another disjointed duet on the birthday girl's bottom. Ms. Mouse checked over her shoulder to insure that Al was still behind her after every spank, but her counterpart didn't seem to mind him watching her perky pecks springing up and down with every swat she laid on. Surprisingly, it was the mousy maiden's spanks which smacked the loudest and elicited the loudest responses from Yvette.

Caned in Innocence by TC Stobefox (August 9, 2013)

Lord McCalister looked at Jarvis and ordered, "Have the punishment block brought to the Great Hall in one hour. Martha, you have Miss Smith prepared in night shirt and nothing else."

To Mary Paige he said sternly, "I'm going to allow you to remain in my employ because I feel that second chances are deserved for the young. But as you know I am going to have to see that you are properly punished for this. You're going to be given twelve strokes of the cane for stealing Lady McCalister's clothing, and six strokes of the cane for lying to me!"

Skye's Red Kelly by Dy Anne (August 2, 2013)

I looked at her ass. It was lovely, white and heart shaped. I let her stand there for l5 to 20 minutes until I could tell that she was getting nervous, her cheeks clenching and unclenching. Then I called her over to me and told her to lie face down across my lap. Then I took the brush from her hands and, holding her down with my left arm across her waist, I lifted the brush high and bought it down hard in the middle of her ass. She started and yelled "OUCH!” and put her hand on her butt. I told her to move it. When she did, I spanked her good. After each spank, she tried to put her hand over her butt to protect it, finally I grabbed her arm and folded it on her waist and held it there.

Kristianna's Lessons by Kristianna (August 2, 2013)

"There won't be a next time. Your disobedience has gotten you into trouble and it's time something is done." He turned and pulled something out of the desk. Could it be, was it, a paddle? "Come here," he commanded as he sat on the edge of his desk. I just stared at his hand as he lightly tapped the paddle against his palm. His hand snaked out, grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him. I was forced down across his knee, his arm clamping me in place. I felt a tug as my breeches were taken down. This can't be happening, I thought wildly. The sting from the first blow brought an uncontrollable yelp! He delivered blow after blow to my bare bottom. I twisted and turned, trying to avoid that paddle, but his grip was too tight. With the first few wallops I was able to bite my lip and say nothing, but by the tenth or so I was begging him to stop. My bottom was on fire! OWW! WHACK! STOP! WHACK WHACK I'LL BEEEE GOOOOOD WHACK WHACK NO MORE WHACK UNCLE CHARLES PLEEEEASE STOOOOP I blubbered on and on. Time seemed to stand still but then it was over. He set me on my feet and sent me to my room. How I got there, I'll never know.

Foursome by AB (July 26th, 2013)

"NO BUTS!" he absolutely thundered. "There is no such thing as an excuse for thoughtlessness and disobedience!" I had been preparing a summary of the facts in the case, but in the face of such absolutism, anything I might have said about Tom and his car would have sounded pretty pathetic. I felt the wind going out of my sails and could see the same thing happening to Mary Rose. Mr. Flynn looked around once more, impressively. Mary Rose was flushing, and so, no doubt, was I; Janet looked a little sick. Peggy was dead pale: I'd never seen anyone looking so desperate. I think I sensed that a hole was about to open in the floor under me. "I assume," said Mr. Flynn grimly, "that you understood the rules of this house when you chose to flout them. You, Margaret, are most responsible, for it was up to you to make sure your guests understood their duty. You certainly cannot plead ignorance. Obviously, your previous lessons have not been effective. You need another, and a good one." While he was talking, he was opening a cabinet next to the colonial fireplace, and reaching inside. He now pulled out, and laid on the table, a short, thick, nasty_looking razor strap, narrowed at one end into a sort of handle. Peggy looked paler, if that was possible; the rest of us, completely taken by surprise, sucked in our breath. Poor Janet actually moaned.

Justice for Judith by James Fox (July 2th, 2013)

Judith knew that Mr. Jefferson had wanted to cane her for along time, and for his benefit she made a show of defiantly removing her dress and then pushed her knickers down to her ankles and carefully stepped out of them. She never wore a bra in the hot weather and was now standing totally naked in front of him. She could feel Jefferson studying her naked body, enjoying the fullness of her bosom and buttock swell. Judith was not ashamed of her body, she was proud of it. Although he was going to cane her bare bottom, that was all he would be doing to it.

Judith walked towards Jefferson’s' desk and bent herself over it, her breasts pressing down against the hard wooden surface. She watched him position himself behind her and felt the cane coldly, gently, touch her naked unprotected buttocks. The swish of the cane on its descent filling her ears and then its burning bite as it landed sharply across the middle of both cheeks.

Hide & Go Spank by M.S. (July 19, 2013)

Smiling broadly, he cast his gaze at the poor little girl who had lied to him nary an hour ago. He had suspected it at the time and had admonished Gwen about her behavior, only to have been rebuffed with an obvious lie. Now it was time to pay The Piper in the time honored fashion that the brothers shared. Henry knew that George would punish her good and proper; it was their way. No Conron girls ever left a discipline session before crying buckets of tears and without a raw, burning behind. Henry didn’t expect George to change his standards now. He handed George the stool and grinned broadly at Gwen.

Jill, Karen, & the Swimming Hole by Daria (July 19, 2013)

I felt the dampness on his course coveralls as I lap across his lap. His large hand wiped away the remaining sand from my fanny. I shuddered as I felt him draw back his arm. I felt myself jerk at the impact of his hand on my bottom, I became aware of the dull sound the swat made in the open space of trees and the pond, more than the sting. I felt my senses alive and in a turmoil of emotion. I was embarrassed to be getting a bare bottom spanking outdoors, at the same time there was a feeling of forgiveness and comfort in knowing we had done wrong and the spanking would wash away our crimes into forgiveness. I scrunched down on his lap determined to take my punishment and earn the forgiveness that I wanted. The swats of his hand soon began to tug at my resolve to take my spanking like a good girl. I felt myself squirming on his lap. I was dimly aware of the dampness of his coveralls on my tummy and the gritty sand on my tummy. Mostly, I felt the fire beginning to burn my bottom as his hand slapped against my fanny. I was soon squealing and kicking my legs as if I were nine years old again.








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