Spanking Archive Updates
The Cadillac by Amy Shelton (July 29, 2014)
I know my cheeks were flaming as I complied with his request, and we ate our dinner with no further mention of my missing undergarment. We talked about work instead, and he told me a little about his family. We compared siblings, and laughed a lot. But despite the pleasant conversation with a man I was growing very fond of, my bare behind was constantly in my thought
Carrie Got Spanked, Part One by Ed Finn (July 29, 2014)
As he continued his rhythmic smacking, I stole a moment to examine the hairbrush. It was old. And big - half again as large as the one my folks use. And heavy. The hard, wooden back showed more wear than the bristles. I wondered how many times this worn, smooth brush had impacted unfortunate girls' bottoms. I was sure glad it was not me who had to look forward to a rendezvous with that old hairbrush.
Caught in the Act by Barbie (July 25, 2014)
Angie scrambled to comply. She hoped that she was going to get spanked on top of her panties. All of a sudden receiving a bare bottomed spanking from an infuriated husband didn't seem the best idea in the world. It didn't feel so romantic or so sexy. It felt scary. Dread walked up and down her spine and as it reached her bottom, she clinched her buttocks. She felt like her heart was in her stomach and the lump in her throat might choke her. She shivered as if something had walked on her grave and a chill ran down her body. She was about to get a spanking. This was not a fantasy. She was really in Sally's place only she had a feeling that Bill's spanking was going to be a lot worse than any she had ever given out.
A Spanking Business, One, by Chuck (July 25, 2014)
Rick brought his right hand down with a stinging blow on the right cheek of his girl's behind, then watching the pink palm print appear in its wake. A second quickly followed on the other side, bringing a squeal from Heather's lips. He landed moderate to heavy spanks as he worked his way up and down the two mounds and then moved his attention to just under the base, the part she actually sat on.
Apple Tree Switches by A.L. Purvis (July 22, 2014)
I looked at the two women looking back at me in anticipation. I took a deep breath and unbuttoned my silk blouse. My abbreviated push-up bra drew 'oohs' from Lilly and Sue. I assumed they were less impressed with its perfect fit and color than they were with the cost of it, probably more than their entire wardrobes, combined. I put my arms in the babydoll dress and lowered it over my head. I had to remove my hand-tooled cowboy boots to get out of my designer jeans. While I was putting my boots back on I remember that the bikini panties I wore weren't much more than a thong! My panties matched the bra and don't make visible panty-lines in my tight fitting jeans, but, of course, should never be worn under a short dress. I was afraid to mention this to Lilly or Sue, since one of them might have a spare pair of panties and, clean or not, I would never wear panties another woman had worn, nor would I consider donning undies from Wal-Mart. I would simply have to avoid bending over or standing too close to the front edge of the stage.
Chrysalis by C. Flint (July 22, 2014)
Suzanne felt a warmth spring up in her groin and a damp spot grow between her legs. As her body quivered with excitement, she braced her shoulders waiting for the firm grip of his hand. She could feel the muscles of her abdomen tighten as she imagined how it would feel as his fingers pressed against her flanks, tugging her panties over her derriere and down her legs. As the heat in her groin intensified Suzanne slowly rose to her feet. She stood motionless with her hands at her sides waiting for Mr. Tompkins to unbutton her jeans and bare her bottom. While she feared the pain, she wanted desperately to feel his body against hers and the hard slap of his hand on her bare bottom. She put her hands behind her back to allow him to unbutton her jeans and thrust her abdomen slightly forward. The heat in her groin was almost unbearable
Ava Learns to Spell.....Definitely!, by Ava (July 18, 2014)
"Yes...Yes I would...Booohooo" much as I hate to cry in front of him, I can't help myself. I know I look a mess as it is and mascara-streaked eyes will only making me look more like a thoroughly spanked baby. But it feels so good. Howling and crying like an infant helps my emotions as much as wiggling helps my buttocks. How much longer? Surely that wicked paddle has kissed my buns for far longer than fifteen minutes, his single mindedness frightens me. I am beginning to think he will never stop, perhaps if I try a few more sorrowful looks and pleas? Nothing seems to be working, you'd think he would have the decency to get tired of smacking my poor ass! At least now I can move around. Yes, this is a lot better, squirming from side to side helps a lot. Judging from the hard thing pressing my fuzzy mound, I'd say it's helping me too. Maybe this is my way out.Nothing seems to be working. Oh Hell, better to just give it up and lie here and cry my eyes out until he is tired of slapping my behind. Occasionally he smacks the dying embers in my asscheeks into a slowing, intolerable forest fire.
Barbie Grows Up Courting Trouble, by Barbie (July 18, 2014)
"You will never act in such a cheap way again, do you understand that? You are just a little girl trying to act like a big one. You are nowhere near big girl status yet and until you are, you will not be dating older guys. If you haven't realized it already, older guys are very interested in their hormone levels. That is their preoccupation with life for several years. I will not have your innocence stolen because you are in some crackpot scheme to get your way. I care too much for you for that. If you can't care about yourself more, I'll at least make you care about what will happen to your bottom if you ever try anything remotely like this again."
At the Old Ballgame, by Dr. Ken (July 15, 2014)
For a brief moment, Elaine felt faint. "Once you have arranged your clothing,” the principal went on, "you are to bend over this desk. Extend your arms in front of you and grasp the far side of the desk. Do not let go. Do not attempt to stand up until you are instructed to do so. Standard punishment calls for anywhere from 6 to 12 spanks with the paddle, the exact number being up to my discretion. Since this is the first offense for all of you, I think 6 strokes apiece should be sufficient. Mrs. Scoggs is in here as an observer, as required by law. Any questions" No" Then please prepare yourselves, and get into position.”
Elena, by Helier (July 15, 2014)
Glen reached out and stroked her legs softly. They were very hot where he had smacked them. Her shorts were cut very high and the feeling of him stroking almost all the way up to her crotch was very erotic. She wanted him to touch between her legs but he didn't. After a moment or two his hands drifted up to the button on her waistband. He unfastened that and then one by one unfastened the other buttons until her shorts were completely loose. He stroked her tummy a little and down inside her shorts until he reached her panties. His fingers were so gentle on her skin. They tickled just a little but it was as if she could feel his fingertips all over her body. The feeling made her catch her breath and she closed her eyes and moaned quietly. He tugged her shorts down until he could see her panties. Then he tugged both garments down until her panties were tucked just under the cheeks of her bottom although her pussy was still more or less covered up.
Ms. Stoner's Week of Shame, Part Two, RLC (July 11, 2014)
Tom watched intently as Kathy tentatively started down the stairs. From his vantage point below her, he could partially see up her short skirt, and caught just a glimpse of her white cotton panties with each step. Her head was bowed, as though she were solemnly looking at the hairbrush she held with both hands in front of her lower stomach. The pony tail tied with a bright red ribbon completed the scene. He wanted her more than anything he ever had before at that moment. He was becoming extremely aroused. Even though he had seen and had all of her only an hour earlier, it was much more provocative seeing her in this context.
You Wouldn't Dare, by MD (July 11, 2014)
Her face turned white. He couldn't possibly mean it, he was bluffing. He wouldn't spank her here, at least not bare-bottomed. But the already well-chastised coed was in no mood to gamble, she would do what he said. Obediently she made little shifts and adjustments in the confines of the booth and winced as the spanked girlflesh made contact with the wood. She wondered what the waitress would think if she knew that the beautiful young woman she was offering the menu to was at that instant sitting with her bare, spanked derriere against the booth bench.
Uncle Bob's Girls (July 7, 2014)
"Watch your language, young lady," growled Bob. "I'll wash your mouth out with soap after I finish whomping your butt." He spanked in a slow steady rhythm, his big hand coming down hard. To Cathy, it felt like his hand was hitting her whole bottom at once. She cried, sobbed, squirmed, flailed her legs in the air, apologized, and pleaded for it to stop. Bob kept on, deaf to her suffering. When he struck the rapdly reddening skin for the twentieth time, Cathy was lying limp over his lap, just sobbing and yelping with each new spank. Bob wanted to make sure the young lady knew she had paid a high price for her misbehavior and added five harder swats before stopping.
The Stanley's Famiy Scrapbook, Part 2: Krysty's Long Weekend by Mike Burke (July 7, 2014)
Beth then paused when she felt her daughter’s bottom had had enough and Kristy thought that the punishment was over until she felt her mother’s left arm tighten around her waist and the legs stiffen under her. At that, there was an explosion on the back of her left leg. Coming on previously untouched territory and on bare skin, this shot brought a pained cry from the spankee. The cries continued, as did the leg kicking, as Beth worked on the backs of both legs.
Joella Steps Out by Tess (July 4, 2014)
Ken looked thoughtfully at the trembling girl, then snapped the switch decisively against the pick-up. "No," he agreed, "I can't say that I think it would be any more right for me to spank your bare butt than it was right for men at the bar to come on to you. Your Dad would have a right to take a horsewhip to me, if I went that far. I reckon I can make this switch felt plenty through that skimpy little dress you're wearing though. Let's get on over to the bench..."
Mrs. Stoner's Week of Shame (July 4, 2014)
"Yes... Yes... I'll never ever smoke again... please stop....pleeeease." The spanking stopped and Kathy felt momentary relief. It was short-lived however, as she felt Sue's fingers reach into the tops of her panties. "I'm not so sure you've learned your lesson yet, young lady. We'll just peel down these panties and work on your bare bottom a while to make sure." "No...No...please let me keep my panties... please." As Kathy pleaded the panties plummeted downward. Kathy about died of humiliation, as in the mirror she saw her most private parts being exposed for all present to see. Shortly the spanking resumed and until it was completed Kathy was kicking and crying like the 5 year old she was dressed like. The spanking eventually ended, and Kathy was set upright. Her hands immediately went to her hiney trying to rub the sting out. She looked through tear-stained eyes at the shocked expressions on the faces of the women who had observed her shameful experience, and just cried harder. Sue left the stall and closed the door behind her, giving Kathy some privacy. She reached down and pulled up her panties from her knees. This was particularly painful due to their tight fit. Outside she heard Sue telling the ladies that the show was over. Sue then knocked at the door and told Kathy she had 5 minutes to compose herself and to meet her outside. If she wasn't outside by that time she was going to get Mr. Edwards who would spank her bottom out in the terminal itself. She also was told to wash off all her makeup. Naughty little girls were not allowed to wear makeup and if Mr. Edwards saw any she would be sorry.
The Attic by Gregory Babcock (July 1, 2014)
"Did I say you did? I want to give you a good whipping. That's all it takes. All I have to do is to want to whip you. So, I'm gonna whip you. Whether you did anything wrong is beside the point. Now, get your clothes off. I want you naked for this whipping. I've been looking all over for a real-life, true, razor strop! And today I found one. Stopped at this yard sale, in Piscataway, and ta-DAH! there it was. Only cost me four bucks. Can you imagine? I've got girl friends who'd give sixty or eighty bucks for one. All of 'em they've all said that they wanted to use a razor strop on their old man's bare ass! But, I'm the one who's got one."
Katrina & I (July 1, 2014)
Katrina takes the hairbrush now and moves it gently through my hair as I let the play of my fingers gradually become gentle strokes of my hand on her thighs. We are both silent now, a little shy with one another, but a little competitive, too, each wanting to look daring in the other's eye. As Katrina brushes my hair, I feel every tension flow away with me, and I move my face over her camisole, brushing my lips once over each nipple, then slowly bringing my mouth close to her center, intending to nestle at the silk there that covers shapes even prettier and more tempting than Katrina's legs.
Understanding Emma by Caroline (June 27, 2014)
"No! No, Gary, please...please. I'm sorry." Her voice choked with panic. The brush was awful, but the strap was both the object and agent of torturous imaginings. He had used it only once, on their honeymoon, and that seemed such a long time ago, but she remembered the burgundy welts and purpling bruises he forced her to see in the bedroom mirror. She remembered the shame and humiliation she endured as he left her, bottom bared and up over the low sofa back while she waited for him. Emma cringed at the memory of the lecture he subjected her to as she waited in that position. Gary then removed his jacket and slowly rolled up each shirt sleeve to elbow length, and then snapped the belt in the air to prolong her discomfiture...
The Stanley Family Scrapbook, Part One: Connie's Brush with the Law by Mike Burke (June 27, 2014)
Gene then reminded Connie to put both of her palms flat on the floor and to have her toes touching the carpet. According to tradition, after a spank, the culprits hand could leave the floor, but had to return immediately. The girls’ legs could kick, but could not interfere with the workout. While the hand s could come off the floor, putting them back to protect a sore bottom was strictly prohibited and was grounds for added spanks. Rolling off of the spankers’ lap, which had not occurred for either girl in a long time, was considered the most serious offense and meant starting the spanking again.
Daddy Uses the Borrowed Paddle by Tess (June 24, 2014)
So it was that my father gave me a spanking right there in the den, in front of Mr. Perry. And it was unfortunate that my own respectful attitude towards Mr. Perry had a lot to do with my father deciding that spanking must have more to recommend it as punishment than grounding or loss of privileges. Daddy was impressed with how I obeyed Mr. Perry when sent to get the paddle out of the closet.
A Smoking Bottom by Mike Burke (June 24, 2014)
"I don't have to tell you how disgusting your father and I think smoking is young lady." Donna Baker added. "It's not very pretty and it's definitely not good for your health. Neither of us smoke and neither your brother or sister has this nasty habit. As we have said many times before, YOU - WILL - NOT - SMOKE - AS - LONG - AS - YOU - LIVE - IN - THIS - HOUSE."
After that lecture, the center of attention in the small room was ordered to turn around in her corner. Penny's first full view of her parents caused her heart to skip a beat and her knees to become rubbery at what she saw.
Up to her Husband by MS (June 20, 2014)
Vonnie kicked ferociously, her panties holding her knees together. She raised her head and howled. She writhed her behind upward, the cheeks parting, exposing the inner reaches of her most private parts. But she didn't care, couldn't care. The pain and burning were just too much for her to care about modesty. Each spank was a burning kiss; each spank was Hell on Earth; each spank was unendurable. But endure it she did, for she had no choice. She was a naughty young girl being spanked by her Father. And her Father was intent on exacting retribution for her misdeeds. She cried and howled and kicked and writhed as though the world was ending. Tears were flowing like a stream now. They sprayed about the room as Vonnie shook her head in her agony. Her bucking caused Father to stop for a moment and readjust her on his lap. Mistaking the pause as the end of her punishment Vonnie's howling receded. But only for a moment. Vonnie's heart sank as, through her tears she felt Father get a better grip on her right hip and felt the unmistakable movement in his right thigh that signalled the raising of the punitive hairbrush. Screeching anew, she responded to the burning kiss of the brush as it visited her poor punished behind again. Remorselessly Father continued the spanking, snapping the brush onto the purpling flesh of his daughter's writhing behind
The Prima Donna, Part III by GRM (June 20, 2014)
However, the temperamental diva was every bit of that backstage in hairdressing room following her performance. She refused to see any of her friends and the only ones permitted to be with her were her parents, Guilio and Tony. She pouted and was generally miserable. Guilio and Tony and her parents all assured her that her performance was still splendid but she still pouted. Tony, as proud as he was of her, was beginning to get disgusted with her and gave her that "you're in trouble" look but she did not heed the warning and proceeded into a near tantrum.
The Visitor by MD (June 17, 2014)
The rapid cascade of slaps to Courtney's backside ended abruptly and she was placed on her feet. Tears trickled down her face as she rubbed her bottom and found herself being marched to a nearby corner of the room. She was instructed to hold her dress above her waist, thus exposing her bare bottom Stewart had things to attend to elsewhere in the Davidson home, but he permitted himself a moment to admire the beauty of Courtney's freshly spanked bottom as it glowed from its position against the wall. A curvaceous, womanly posterior, but now a distinct shade of red spread evenly across the two hemispheres of girlflesh. He knew the shade of his hostess's bottom would deepen further before he left her for the evening. It was time to prepare for the remainder of their time together.
Winston & Company, Part One, Maria by GRM (June 17, 2014)
"I hope you are learning your lesson, young lady!" he lectured, "HOW ABOUT THIS" -----SMACK-----SMACK-----SMACK! over marie's blazing left bottom cheek. "AIEEEECH! ARRRRROUCH! BOO HOO HOO BOO HOO BOO BOO," blubbered Marie, the tears rolling down her cheeks, "NO MORRREEE! I'M SORRRREE! I'M BURNING UP! I'M ON FIRRRREEEEE! PLLLLLEASE SIRRRRR!"
Holy Smokes! by Caroline (June 13, 2014)
Mr. Fogarty moved behind Kitty, and lifted the paddle. It came down hard and fast, like burning lightning, on the tops of her thighs. SWAT! THWACK! SWAT! THWACK! (The paddle came down on the left cheek, the right cheek, and the center of both, causing Kitty to cry out) (Tears stung Kitty's eyes and she tightly gripped the edge of his desk) THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! OW! OW! Please, Mr. Fogarty! Not so hard!" she begged.
Mexico by Stroller (June 13, 2014)
The erotic aspect of the spanking was becoming much plainer. Rosita was taking sharp, fast breaths and her replies to me were now moaning 'yeses'. My hand rose and fell on her naked bottom with increasing rapidity. I only stopped for an instant to pull her panties fully down to her calves so I could see the full wonder of this glorious bottom.
Kelly's Luck Runs Out by Donna (June 10, 2014)
The Franks' family paddle - which was used quite often on the families' three teen-aged daughters - was a sturdy piece of heavily varnished hickory measuring three-eights of an inch thick, with a total length of twelve inches, in which the business end was an eight inch long oval having a maximum width of four inches. And most dangerous, were the twelve wickedly painful quarter-inch holes, which were spaced in three rows of four along the length of the oval.
Kelli, who also had just seen Mr. Franks exit his front door, had her eyes glued on the paddle. And Kelli knew just from looking at the paddle, that she would suffer greatly. With Jim holding Kelli's right arm, Tom grasped the naughty girl's left arm. “Let's go,” Tom smartly said. And with their respective spanking implements in hand, the two men, walking in an aggressive gate, escorted Kelli down the street toward her parents' house.
The Prima Donna, Part Two by GRM (June 10, 2014)
"Please, Tony," she begged "not in front of all these people!"
His answer was a lusty hand spank to her right bottom cheek and she "lifted up" promptly as her blue panties were to her knees. Tony arranged her over his lap to his satisfaction. Her long blonde hair was nearly touching the floor at his left side and to his right Renata's high heeled shoes were airborne.
Cheyenne by Jaie Hellier (June 6, 2014)
"Ow! Ouch! Ooow!" she yelled, jigging about in agitation at the sting. Big red stripes were appearing across her buttocks and legs now and Ben could clearly see where she still needed paddling. Briskly, he gave her three more strokes, one after the other, across her bottom, making her buttocks shudder pitifully with each stroke.
The Prima-Donna, Party One by GRM (June 6, 2014)
Renata was no heroine about it----she kicked her stockinged legs, she lost her high heels in the process but could not halt the descent of the avenging hairbrush. Her bottom turned from its usual ivory sheen to pink---then to red---then to an ANGRY red---and the small blisters began to make themselves evident before her father released her. By that time, the young soprano had tears gushing down her pretty face and was howling and screaming---but it was not"Tace Le Notte Placido" from "Trovatore" that could be heard----it was the whimpering and howling of a well spanked young lady!
Ordeal in Suite 101 by Geme Hyatt and Don Campbell (May 30, 2014)
"Gene, the deal was that during supper Rosa was to tell you about what she had done and ask you, politely, to punish her in a suitable manner. Then she would accept whatever punishment you thought fither childish behavior. Her alternative was to be punished by me with a guarantee that it would be severe. I knew she felt bad about what she had done. The only question was how bad did she feel? She was almost trembling as we left for the hotel, sat silently during the drive, and could hardly walk as we approached your room."
A Teacher Learns a Lesson by Mike Burke (May 30, 2014)
The shapely high school senior was familiar with the procedure as she had been through it twice in the last month. Still, with an outsider just a few years older in the room, the unveiling was not an easy one. Nervously, Belinda sent her hands to the clasp of her faded jeans and, after turning away from the two witnesses, stuck both hands into the waistband and pushed the rough material down to her knees. Without being told twice, the girl bent over the edge of the desk and then slid her hands across the smooth top until she could run her fingers over the edge.
Crowned & Spanked, Part One by CJ West (May 23, 2014)
John raised his right hand and began. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! "Owwww. Oh, no. Owwww. Owwww.” Rita could hear Kelly yelping and the sound startled her. She had always seemed to be a mature, poised young woman. Hearing her pleading like any kid being spanked was hard to get used to.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! The sounds of John's hand landing on Kelly's behind were also clearly audible downstairs. And Rita could tell that it was palm hitting bare flesh. "Miss United States is getting spanked on her bare bottom,” Rita remembers thinking in amazement.
Generations by MS (May 23, 2014)
Her kicking legs did double time to the smacking of the hairbrush, the little panties holding on for dear life in her kneehollows. By now, her poor behind was in a dreadful state. Deep, angry, burnished red it was, as it bounded this way and that. Frank knew that he was nearing his goal as his eyes fixed on Sharon's burning behind. The girl could no longer pronounce intelligible words. Her screams and cries sounded only like so much babbling. Still, she tried and tried again to beseech her grandfather to cease her punishment. It was all to no avail, however, as Grandpa just spanked and spanked and spanked. The smacking and the screaming resounded through the house.
An Afternoon by the Pool, Part II by Mike Burke (May 16, 2014)
With a sob and a pleading look at each other, the two sisters slowly carried out the humiliating task. For Tabitha, that meant just reaching up between her melon-sized breasts and unsnapping a simple clasp before letting the lace material fall off her back and arms. It took a little longer for Mandy who was wearing the old traditional back clasp model in cotton that did little to show off her high set and firm young breasts that the girl was very proud of. With a slight bend forward at the waist, the 19 year old let the soft fabric slide down her arms before catching it in her right hand.
Three Gifts by C. Flint (May 16, 2014)
It would have been easier to make Crissy take down her own pants but that was not how Crissy delivered a spanking. I wanted Crissy to feel as embarrassed and as helpless as I did when she had fumbled at the buttons and fly of my trousers. Her denim shorts hugged her waist tightly and my fingers had trouble undoing the brass button until Crissy sucked in her waist. I zipped down her fly and spread the waistband of her shorts to reveal a pair of violet silk panties underneath. The denims hugged her bottom and her thighs. Crissy shivered as I worked them down her legs and let them form a pale blue puddle around her ankles.
The bikini panties came next. I let Crissy stand for a moment anticipating what she knew would happen next. The shiny fabric that stretched tightly over her mound vibrated slightly as Crissy trembled. Her muscles rippled as I worked my fingers under the waistband and stretched the elastic wide. I pulled them down slowly, revealing her flesh inch by inch. There was a soft whisper of silk as I drew the material over the swell of her buttocks, then she stood revealed. Crissy squeezed her thighs together, holding her panties suspended at the fork of her thighs. I pulled gently and the panties slid to her knees and then to her ankles. Modestly, she tried to cover the golden curls that covered her pubis with her hands.
An Afternoon by the Pool by Mike Burke (May 9, 2014)
Finishing off with 10 consecutive blows to the girl's left cheek, which she felt had not gotten quite as much attention from the switch, Tabitha's mother brought the paddling to an end as quickly as it had started. Draped over the lap, the 24 year old did not end her sobbing quickly as it had started. Instead, she just lowered her head and cried away. When more than a minute passed without an effort to rise from the girl, Jackie Bentley gently pushed her daughter back off her lap to a kneeling position to her right.
Cassie Gets Started by Ida (May 9, 2014)
Over the next couple of minutes, Michael began to vary his method. Raising his right knee slightly to bring her bottom/thigh joint into a more prominent position, he raised his arm still higher. Swinging down in a half curve the sandal slapped into the tender underside of her behind. "OOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!!!" Twice more it slicked into her right cheek like a hot knife slicing into butter."AAAAAHHHH, OOOOOOUCH" The action was repeated on the left cheek. "OOOOWWWWW, OOOOOOUCH, OOOOOH, NO MORE, PLEASE! NO MORE!!! NOT THERE, OH PLEASE NOT AGAIN, NOT THERE !!!!!!!!! OUCH!!!! THAT HURTS, Oh, Got, that really hurts!!!!!!!! OOOOOOWWWWW, I'm sorry, I'm sorry - really" she sobbed. "No more, Please, I'll be good, Oh please, I'll be good, I promise. PLEASE, YEEOWW!!! Please don't spank me any more, I'll be good" SPANK...."OOOWWW, not there again. Please I've learned my lesson" she sobbed.
Retribution by AB (May 2, 2014)
By now she had a neat red oval on each buttock, marking the area where the hairbrush kept landing. Its top edge was at the crown - the place where the tape measure would go if she were to stand up and measure her hips at the point of greatest fullness. Its bottom edge was on her upper thigh, a couple of inches below the soft crease that marked the delightful boundary between thigh and buttock. Each of these red spots was shaped suggestively like a ping-pong paddle. A few pinkish blotches spread outward from the edges, but for the most part the redness in Janet's bottom was confined with rather surprising strictness to the area where the hairbrush actually made contact. Between the top of these ovals and the garter belt a broad band of skin was still lily-white, as were her thighs just above the stocking tops.
Ringless Steadies by (May 2, 2014)
Barbie's opinions of Uncle Grant changed to opinions about what was happening to her bottom finally. The song changed to "It hurts! I'm sorry! Please stop! Please! I'll be good!" When the cries changed, the smacks slowed down. They might have been a little easier on her bottom but she was so scorched that she was unable to tell the difference. He continued the spanking and she continued yelling and kicking. Next came the tears. Barbie kicked and cried and looked back at Uncle Grant so he would know that she was really crying. While she hated to give into tears, she hadn't ever had such a hard spanking. Of course, she had never yelled at Uncle Grant that she hated him. She thought that she would be careful not to do it again. After all, it was a lie. She really didn't hate him...but she sure did hate to be spanked.
Pamela by C. Flint (April 25, 2014)
Andy knew that in a contest of endurance between the sting in his hand and the sting in Pamela's bottom it was not his hand that would give out first. Gradually Pamela's kicks became more pronounced and her bleats of pain more frequent. Andy knew, also, that his silent determination was also working on Pamela's psyche. Pamela body started to jump each time Andy spanked her. He knew her bouncing was not in response to the spanks but the beginning of her usual attempt to escape his lap. He knew that when Pamela started to wiggle that she was near the end of her endurance. Andy paused to tighten the grip on her waist.
Southern Man by Caroline (April 25, 2014)
"Then I'll just have to show you,"he said grimly, rising from the couch. He crossed the room quickly, but instead of running away, she waited for him. He took her hands in his. "Okay. Let's go."
"No!" she squealed. She pulled her hands back, and kicked his shin. He dropped her hands as he gasped in pain, giving her the opportunity to dash across the room."You'd have to catch me first." Now she stuck out her tongue again, and ran into the hallway. Travis quickly recovered, and started after her. He found her as she was opening the bedroom door, and despite her kicking, wriggling and squirming, she was no match for his strength. Before she knew what was happening, Travis corralled her into a corner, and as she tried to dodge past him under his outstretched arm, he wrapped it around her tightly and whacked her bottom.
The Primal Fantasy by Courtney (April 19, 2014)
"No, no, no, no! I won't! You can't make me. Just go away and leave me alone!” He stepped back from her, and swung her around to face him. He pulled her face close to his - he saw her eyes clenched shut. A smile escaped his lips. He drew her closer, and captured her lips in a tender embrace. Jamie's eyes now flew open! She looked directly into Captain X's...uh...Mr. X's brown eyes smiling down at her. Before she could speak, he kissed her again, more vigorously this time. She gave herself over to the impulse... "That was very nice, my dear, however, I'm very disappointed in you.”
Jenny's Learning Experience by Lisa (April 19, 2014)
She was flirting with danger, and she knew it. Michael hated being contradicted or made sport of in front of his friends and especially by her. The way he was looking at her now made the cups in her hand rattle, and she found herself inwardly cursing this girlish reaction. Who did he think he was, anyway? As she passed behind his chair, she dared to give him a chiding little tap on top of the head, and to say breezily, "For heavens sake, luv, stop glaring at me like that! Don't take everything so seriously!
Hard Time Spanking Style, Part 4 by Chuck (April 11, 2014)
Jason tried to place the first five strokes one under another so that he covered the entirety of both behinds, including the upper thighs and sitting down areas. He would be the only one sitting down at breakfast the next morning, he told himself. The final five covered already strapped territory and had the bottoms bouncing as their owners tried valiantly to stay in position.
He put down the razor strop and let the victims lie on the bed for awhile to cry out their misery. After a few minutes, he ministered to the blistering cheeks by applying cold cream. Then he helped Jennie to rise, handed her the pajama pants and sent her back to her room.
Digging Jolene by Rachel Heath (April 11, 2014)
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.
Hard Time Spanking Style, Part Three by Chuck (April 4, 2014)
"MR. THOMAS! PLEASE STOP! OWWWOUUCHHH! MY BUTT'S ON FIRE!" the pretty blonde screamed, feeling the devastation the paddle was creating on her precious behind. Her legs kicked wildly, sending her pajama pants flying across the room and leaving her completely nude from the waist down.
Using an upward motion, he landed the paddle over each half moon where it joined the thigh, causing an even louder shriek of distress from the young woman's throat. Then he moved further down the thighs before returning to the bottom proper. Her tears were now dropping onto the carpet just beneath her face as her legs scissored and then spread apart on the other side of Jason's lap.
The Pick Up: Annie by Tess (April 4, 2014)
"Wait a minute here. You start a game and lose, you have to expect to pay the price. And Annie," Nick reached over again and turned her to face him, "before you pass out from fear, the only thing you have to worry about is getting your bottom blistered before I take you home, like I told you earlier. I just wanted to impress on you that it easily could be otherwise."
Annie stared into his eyes and saw only sincerity. She shuddered with relief at the reaffirmation of her gut feelings about this man. He wasn't going to hurt her...well, not beyond a spanking, and she already knew that was more exciting than anything else.
"Got the message?" he asked.
Daddy Brings Out the Brush by Tess (March 28, 2014)
"Young lady, you're lucky you aren't over my knee on the couch in the livingroom right now, with your bare bottom blistered. You know if you do something you shouldn't in the presence of other people, you can expect to get punished in front of them. I'm only conceding you the right to this much privacy due to the age of the young man out there and the fact that I do believe you thought you had reason to be angry. I don't believe you can ever justify actually attacking someone though. That's just not how differences of opinion are handled by responsible adults. Do you agree with that?"
Hard Time Spanking Style, Part Two by Chuck (March 28, 2014)
Thus, her skirt-clad seat was propped up helplessly over his lap and he proceeded to give her some 25 hard spanks. It was then that she learned how hard his hand was and it was also then that she determined he was the man with whom she wanted to spend the rest of her life. She had regarded all of her other dates as wimps, but she respected Jason as a man strong enough to protect her as well as to keep her in line.
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)
" OUCH ... OWWOOOTCHH ... OWWWW ... OWWEEEE ..."
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…want...you…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.