Male/Female Stories

Sister-in-Law, Part 3, by S.E. (November 30, 2015)

After an eternity of so exploring her body he began to administer a slow but sharp series of spanks flattening the arching feminine flesh with each impact of his palm and feeling the globes quiver under the impact of each spank. Soon Patty was crying again from the devilish sting, her legs forgetting their task of remaining tightly closed and with each spank kicking about more and more. Without pause Ken continued to deliver the spanks until the girl's legs were once again scissoring about providing glimpses of her sex as her hips jerked up and down over his lap. Ken's gaze was fixed so as to catch these exciting revelations, knowing full well the girl's arousal from the session she was receiving and Patty, now overcome by the pain, begged for him to stop over and over again.

Reflections of a Domnant Man, Part 1, by B.C. & Wife (November 30, 2015)

The next day, Dad and I were talking. The subject of my big sister’s disobedience came up. He said he didn’t know what to do with her over this coming home late business. I told him the story of my revenge spanking.

How I had concentrated on one spot, and stood her in the corner afterwards. I said, “After I had given her a very thorough spanking, I felt it wasn’t enough. You know, like she hadn’t really learned what I was trying to teach her. So, I put her in the corner, like a bad little girl. It worked. She never gives me any crap anymore.”

Dad said it sounded like it was worth a try. That night, she came in forty minutes late. First, Dad gave her forty hard paddle whacks. Right on her already red, bare bottom. Then it was forty minutes in the corner, with her dress and slip held up and her fancy lace panties at her ankles.

Truant Officer, The Honeymoon, Part 4, by Patricia (November 27, 2015)

"But Don, I didn't disobey you," Susan said quietly. She looked around but the chairs nearest them were unoccupied. "What did I do?"

"First, you put on this suit that has your entire butt exposed. I told you that I wanted you to save your more exposed suits for my eyes only." Don paused, looking down at Sue's concerned face. "I also told you last night to stay away from Sin. He's just looking for a shipboard romance to help him forget about his divorce for a moment. He's always on the lookout for a new fling. What do I find when I finally get up and come looking for you? Sin massaging your naked behind." Don took a deep breath, telling himself to calm down. "I intend to give you the tan you are trying to get out here."

"Don, do you mean to spank me on our honeymoon?" Sue was appalled.

Sister-in-Law, Part 2, by S.E. (November 27, 2015)

Retrieving the slat of wood from the workbench, Ken positioned himself to the now sobbing girl's left and patted the hard surface across both hillock summits. The firm globes gyrated slightly from this moderate testing of wood against girlish bottom. "Five," he announced and slapped the slat with a noisy spank across both huddling cheeks. Sandra cried out, her legs wobbling, her seat waving about, her fingers gripping her ankles til knuckles turned white.... An angry stinging welt decorated both arches of her bared seat, curving around to the far slopes of the further hillock revealing how her behind had flattened out under the impact of that devilish slat of wood. For a full minute Ken waited as his wife babbled and twisted as the fires of that spank gnawed at her. "One" she hissed and was quickly awarded a second spank a bit lower on her curved behind which only renewed the performance which followed the first. Patty trembled as she stared at the yawning and pertly presented behind. A full minute after "two" was gasped by the older girl, the slat was delivered a third time across the quaking seat so invitingly arched towards the man.

Truant Officer, Part 3, by Patricia (November 23, 2015)

Yet," he responded with a grin. He stood up and moved toward the door. "All I can say is if you go, the consequences are on your own head - or bottom. Of course if you do make the mistake of going, you will come home early and you won't do anything more intimate than a handshake. I'll be angry if you get too friendly with this guy." He turned and took her in his arms and kissed her lingeringly. Drawing his head back, he looked into her surprised face, then bent his head once more. His lips became persuaders, molding hers and opening them to the intimate invasion of his tongue. When he finally felt her surrender to his sensual mastery, he released her. Turning, Don walked down the sidewalk toward his car. "I'll see you later."

Sister-in-Law, Part 1, by M.E. (November 23, 2015)

For a long moment Ken surveyed the tautly presented orbs as his wife maintained a position apparently learned from many previous such sessions. The man's large right hand squeezed the column of Sandra's thigh just below her left buttock as he made her wait. Patty held her breath as the open hand raised and spanked atop the further summit. The firm cheek quaked a moment before resuming its inviting jut, only now a reddening imprint marked the creamy flesh. Slowly Ken swatted the resilient globes as Patty stared feverishly through the window. The spanking progressed with a slowly increasing tempo to the slaps, each swat resounding noisily and contributing a fiery handprint to the soon evenly reddened behind. Sandra's composure quickly dissolved as the fires ignited by the constant rain of spanks gnawed at her.

Truant Officer, Part 2, by Patricia (November 20, 2015)

Susan sobbed quietly as she compared this spanking with ones she had gotten from her late husband. Bill never spanked me this hard, she thought. And he loved me. Don is just trying to be cruel.
"You're just being cruel to me," she sobbed, voice breaking. "Bill never spanked me like this, and he loved me."

Sorority Row, Part 2, by M.C.P. (November 20, 2015)

When she assented, he had taken her hand, led her to his desk, put his left foot up on the chair rung, and casually tossed her over his knee. She felt more helpless than she ever had in her life; she was completely naked, with no way to move or cover herself.

Then he started paddling her in earnest. She had cried and shouted and struggled, but there was nowhere to go, no one to hear. He methodically slammed the paddle into her, over and over, staying low, never hitting anywhere except the very bottoms of her cheeks where they met her thighs.

She had never imagined such agony, never thought that each and every stroke would hurt so distinctly, never believed she could stand so much. Time stopped, and by the time he was done, she wasn't sure if he had hit her twenty times or a hundred. Her ass was raw and burning when he finally picked her up, threw the paddle aside and wrapped her in his arms.

The Red Card, Session Three, by Kevin O'Toole (November 16, 2015)

But Luther Dampley was a disciplinarian, both proud and accomplished, and his concept of a good spanking did not include passive acceptance of the spirited punishment he was providing. Tracy's stoic resolve could not have been more misplaced, although her innate conformism combined with the pride with which she performed her duties to deprive her of any awareness of the mistake she was making. The slaps arrived with more vigor and ferocity as the powerful man matched Tracy's determination with his own, oblivious to the sting which the relentless impacts brought forth in his palm. By the time the count reached fifty without pause or any sign of his fury diminishing, the abashed young lady could hold out no longer.

"Aaaaiiii!” Tracy shrieked while unseen by her, Mr. Dampley permitted the faintest hint of a smile to creep across his face and the force of his slaps relaxed, only slightly but perceptibly nonetheless. However, the smarting in her tortured rear had already reached unbearable proportions and the commencement of her physical response was equally dynamic. By now, Tracy was wiggling and squirming around in a frantic attempt to avoid the continuing slaps, but her boss was just now reaching full stride. The arrival of each additional solid whack seemed to hurt worse than the one before, reminding her beyond any shadow of doubt that her boss delivered a far more merciless spanking than her loving mother ever had, hairbrush or no hairbrush. "Eeee-yaaa!”

Truant Officer, Part 1, by Patricia (November 16, 2015)

"" 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 2, by Kevin O'Toole (November 13, 2015)

Teresa simply could not believe that she, a grown woman, could be expected to put up with being treated so childishly and she even opened her mouth to protest. But Dampley's icy glare silenced her before she could speak and compelled her to shuffle over and meekly stand in the corner like a pre-schooler. With another stab at her vanishing aplomb, the unpleasant realization that the caller might easily have overheard his embarrassing instructions intruded upon and magnified her misery as humiliation washed over her. The last time she had been `stood in the corner' was when she was ten and her mother had just spanked her for riding her bike along the highway.

Sorority Row, Part 1, by M.C.P. (November 13, 2015)

"The number of strokes you will receive depends on you. I will administer five sets of strokes to each of you, beginning with six, and increasing by one with each set. Six, then seven, then eight, et cetera. Don't bother trying to add it up, it comes to forty apiece, with the exception of Miss Jennifer there, who has already earned herself an additional five.
"However. Forty is the minimum that you will receive. The slightest disobedience, the very slightest, and I will repeat the set, and with each repetition, the punishment will grow progressively more severe."

The Red Card, Session One, by Kevin O'Toole (November 9, 2015)

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, Part 4, by M.C.P. (November 9, 2015)

"" 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.

Dean of Discipline, Part 8, by A.B. (November 6, 2015)

“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.

Profits Down Panties Down, Part 3, by M.C.P. (November 6, 2015)

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 7, by A.B. (November 2, 2015)

Seven, eight, and nine went to the upper part of her buttocks, each line fitted neatly into its slot. Connie sang out loudly at each blow. Clearly they didn’t feel lighter than the first six, and in fact there was not much difference in the force. Although she still managed to stay in place, the agitation of her body increased, and her high heels beat a flamenco dancer’s tattoo on the floor as the pain built up after each stroke, causing her martyred hindquarters to wriggle back and forth adorably. After the ninth, she appeared about to stand erect, but rose only a few inches before she forced herself back down, breathing heavily.

There were only two spaces remaining between the lines I had laid down earlier, and I would have to fit three strokes between them. Both were in the ripely rounded lower part of her buttocks, the narrower gap uppermost. Waiting until she was still, I snapped the tenth stroke into this space. It seemed to be the final straw. “Ahhowowowowowoww” cried Connie shrilly, her tears bursting forth at last. “Aahowoohoohoohoooo!” As Kate had done before, she came helplessly erect and rubbed hard at her peppermint-striped bottomflesh.

Profits Down, Panties Down, Part 2, by M.C.P. (November 2, 2015)

When the men let her go, she came up from the table with a shout and grabbed at her bottom. Realizing that it was too sore to touch, she began to stride about the room, hopping from foot to foot part of the time. She shook her bottom and she hit at her hips with her fists. She scratched at her bottom with her nails. She cried and squealed and moved all over the room in a spanking dance like none of the men had ever seen before.

Dean of Discipline, Part 6, by A.B. (October 30, 2015)

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 1, by M.C.P. (October 30, 2015)

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 5, by A.B. (October 26, 2015)

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 2, by Alexia (October 26, 2015)

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 4, by A.B. (October 23, 2015)

We entered the living room. Kate’s black eyes took in the sofa, the armchair, the stereo equipment and shelves of CDS, and finally came to rest on the bare wooden bench. They grew round when she saw what was lying on it. “Are you going to spank me with that?”

“I don’t have a duplicate of the official college paddle here at home. Perhaps I’ll have to do something about that. In the meantime, this is the best I can do. I don’t think you’ll have any cause to feel cheated.” I lifted the walnut clothesbrush and smacked my palm with it, provoking an involuntary flinch. “Well, I think we may as well get started.” I sat down on the bench and laid the clothesbrush next to me. “Come here, Kate.”

New Masks, Part 1, by Alexia (October 23, 2015)

Her thighs were now well reddened and she shifted her weight back and forth and fought the urge to straighten and defend herself from the paddle. Jon could see her gritting her teeth to bear the heat in relative silence and decided that it was enough for now.

"Put on that underwear, girl, and get yourself into the living room." She hurried to do his bidding, gingerly tying the scrap of green satin over her smarting fanny, then followed him, dry-eyed and still defiant, to the living room. She gestured rudely to his back, not really caring if he turned around and saw it. He calmly took his seat.

Dean of Discipline, Part 3, by A. B. (October 19, 2015)

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 3, by B.C. and Wife (October 19, 2015)

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 2, by A.B. (October 16, 2015)

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 2, by B.C. and Wife (October 16, 2015)

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 1, by A. B. (October 12, 2015)

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 1, by B.C. and Wife (October 12, 2015)

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 (October 9, 2015)

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!

Re-Education of Cheryl, by C.J. West (October 9, 2015)

"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 (October 5, 2015)

"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 (October 5, 2015)

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 2, 2015)

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 2, 2015)

"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 M.D. (September 28, 2015)

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 (September 28, 2015)

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, 2, by A.G. Geiger (September 25, 2015)

"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 (September 25, 2015)

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 (September 21, 2015)

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 1, by A.G. Geiner (September 21, 2015)

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 18, 2015)

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 18, 2015)

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 14, 2015)

"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 14, 2015)

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 C.J. West (September 11, 2015)

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 11, 2015)

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 B.T. (September 7, 2015)

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 tawse landed again, again, again.....oh, how it landed. She gritted, groaned, and pus……

The Tease, by Miss Lee (September 7, 2015)

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 (September 4, 2015)

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. (September 4, 2015)

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 31, 2015)

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 31, 2015)

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 28, 2015)

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 28, 2015)

"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 24, 2015)

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 T.C. Stonefox (August 24, 2015)

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 Ane (August 21, 2015)

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 21, 2015)

"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 A.B. (August 17, 2015)

"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 (August 17, 2015)

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.

The Director, by Miss Lee (August 14, 2015)

Luanne was beginning to wonder what she had ever found so attractive about being spanked...

He wound up for the tenth and final blow, assuming, of course, she didn't forget to count it. Whistling with contentment, he noted a few darkening places that would be bruises. One more, he thought with satisfaction, and she indeed would avoid sitting for a few days! Raising the paddle above his head, he brought it down fast and hard, with as much wrist snap as he could manage when the wood made contact with Luanne's tenderized flesh. She bucked and pulled against her restraints, and screamed, “EEEEEEEEE! TENNNNN!” Bursting into sobs, she realized this was worse than her sorority paddling. Much worse. Dear God, much, much worse!

The Discipline and the Brat, by Lisa (August 14, 2015)

He began to spank her bottom slowly and firmly each swat falling in a different spot until her whole bottom was warm. She was actually starting to relax a bit. But Jeffrey knew this and smiled to himself thinking this was going to be easier than he thought she actually thought this was her punishment. Boy was she in for a big shock. He started to spank harder and Danielle's eyes grew wide she began to get scared. "Jeffrey wait I am sorry really I am please don’t spank me anymore."

Jeffrey chuckled a bit to himself and forced himself to be firm. "Danielle, do you really think you have been disciplined enough for your disrespect if you do we can stop now." Danielle wanted to say yes she thought it was enough but he was right she deserved the spanking she was getting and more. So instead of what she wanted to say she told him that she did indeed deserve this spanking and all he decided to dish out.

Hide and Go Spank, by M.S. (August 10, 2015)

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 and the Swimming Hole, by Daria (August 10, 2015)

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.

Three Spanking Scenes - Ricardo
She came back into the bedroom, pulled a straight chair into the middle of the room and faced me. "Look me in the eyes, Richard, and listen carefully," she said, and I raised my eyes to meet hers. "You've got some serious punishment coming for messing up that zoning story, and you made a couple of other mistakes, too, such as attributing a quote to the wrong councilman, and I'm going to see if I can impress on your bottom the old-fashioned way that you you need to be more careful. Do you agree you need to be punished?

"Yes, ma'am," I said.

Cheryl's Senior Moment, by C.J. West (August 7, 2015)

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! His hand began spanking her posterior. "Owww, Daddy," she yelled. "Please. Not too hard. Owww."

The rest of the family, still waiting dinner downstairs, listened to the action going on upstairs. First they could hear the "Whack!" as the hard right palm landed on Cheryl's bare bottom. Then the yell as the heat increased in her cheeks. They could hear her pleas and promises. Of course, all of this sounded very familiar to Michelle. She had been across her father's lap many times and had made many of the same sounds as his hand spanked her bare backside.

Meanwhile, upstairs in her room, Cheryl was kicking and crying like a child as her fanny turned bright red. Tears were flowing down her cheeks as her father applied the final two smacks.

Clare's Erotic Spanking, by A.J. Wilshire (August 7, 2015)

So sweet, so lovely, such a perfect little bottom That affectionate side of me just wants to caress her and is almost frightened of the strap I have in my right hand. But then that other side kicks in, a lesson must be taught.

“Ready?” I say, and she replies wordlessly, dropping down to rest on her elbows and forearms, straightening her back, thrusting out her bottom. I draw my hand back, whip it forward and the strap bites into her squarely at the apex of her round bottom.

“OHHH,” she says in sudden gasping surprise. They never remember quite what its like, do they? A light pink band emerges across her bottom.

Fishing for a Spanking, by A.L. Purvis (August 3, 2015)

Cheryl's head swivelled side to side like her neck had come unscrewed. "No ... no ... oh no," she begged.

"You'd be surprise," he told her, "how that old strap across the back of your lap will make the truth blubber out of your mouth."

Now her head was bobbing up and down like a canoe in a storm. "Yes ... I mean 'no' ... I mean, 'yes, sir'... I mean, 'please don't' ..." You'd have thought Cheryl was already in the woodshed with her bare bottom up waiting for the old man to start strapping her tender tail. (She says, "That's exactly the picture I had in my mind. Your spankings are merely symbolic compared to the hiding that old bastard would give a girl. Or a grown woman either, for that matter.")

Fixing the Ticket, by Caroline (August 3, 2015)

Steve swore to himself. Dammit! Why did she have to have those soft big eyes that looked up at him like she was a lamb about to be slaughtered? He wanted to gather her into his arms and rock her, cuddle her, protect her from the evils of the world. She needed nurturing.

"Alright," he agreed roughly, "Sit down over there." He pointed behind her to the big double bed in the middle of the room. She sat on the edge of the bed, conscious of the panties that had bunched around her knees, and blushed. He saw her bottom lip tremble, and he thought if she did that again, he would lose control altogether and let her get away with murder. Damn! He sank into the armchair.

"Steve," she began, "It's not an easy thing for me to admit I'm wrong. I pulled a nasty trick on your friend, using you to get out of that ticket. So," she took a deep breath and continued, "I want to apologize to him, and to you, and if it's okay with you, I want to go to court and pay the fine."

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