Spanking Archive Updates
Peg Gets It, Alexia Watches, by Alexia (December 12, 2014)
That night was interesting, a milestone in my relationship with Jess. I'm not too hot on non-private spankings, especially if I'm on the receiving end of things, and neither is he. Usually. At least not if the one being spanked has any wits about her at all. He has the patience of a saint and normally will delay a spanking with the heart-chilling phrase, "You and I have an appointment in my study," or something to that effect. This isn't to say that I haven't gotten my bottom whacked in public, but that's different than a panties down, dress up licking. In fact the few times that he's done it, the others present probably hadn't a clue that I had gotten walloped.
Perkins Pleasure, by James Fox (December 12, 2014)
Perkins half-caressed, half-massaged the reddening mounds, and then redoubled his efforts. This time his hand was cupped a little, and flogged down relentlessly, first one globe, then the other. The bare arse of the Honourable Margaret began to buck and shudder violently, and the beat was almost unbearable, especially as his attention turned to the area round the base of her rump, and the pronounced crease where it met ample thighs, straying over some tender intimate places. The contrast between the white of her back and legs, and the deep, blotchy pink of her bum became ever more dramatic, and by now she was panting furiously in time with the sharp crack of palm on shuddering skin. Suddenly he ceased without warning, and released her from his lap. Mrs. Robinson clambered to her feet in an undignified scramble of knickers, petticoats and skirts, and stood there shamelessly rubbing her hot bottom.
Popcorn, Peanuts and Paddles, by The Sergeant (December 8, 2014)
Melinda James walked into the locker room turned office precisely at 11:30, her appointed time. She was casually dressed, wearing a pair of conservatively cut shorts in a bermuda length, and a white man's shirt, with the tails tucked into the shorts. She was a strawberry blonde, with long hair, well below her shoulder blades and a tall, willowy figure. Her face was framed by her hair, its soft shades accenting the rich amber tones of her skin. She had deep green eyes, and just a hint of freckles over the nose, and much more abundant on her arms. Despite these, she obviously tanned well, and frequently, since her skin tone spoke of hours in the sun. In fact, Morgan noted with glee, under the shorts and shirt she was wearing a bathing suit, the outline of the shoulder straps plain under the soft material of the shirt. Not only a bathing suit, but a one piece one. Either she had not heard about his policy, or she had no plans to accept the punishment--surely she wouldn't risk that much added exposure.
The Politically Correct Spanking, by AL Purvis (December 8, 2014)
" May I get up now," she said evenly. She had regained her poise. There, within reach, was the perfect paddle for her hot pink posterior. The little wooden cheese board on the coffee table behind me. It measured about five by six inches, exclusive of the four inch handle, and was half an inch thick. In addition, it had a four by four inch tile inset which gave it added weight as well as a harder, smoother, spanking surface. "No," I said.
A Trip to the Past, by BC & Wife (December 5, 2014)
She cried as she walked across the floor to him. He was positioning a chair in the middle of the floor. He meant to spank her right out there in front of God and everybody! He took her across his lap as he sat on the chair and lifted her dress. She waited for her panties to be taken down, but this was considered a public spanking so her modesty was preserved this much at least
Patricia and Ryan, by Alexia (December 5, 2014)
"Nonono! Nonono!" With agonizing slowness the shivering woman came away from the corner and inched towards Ryan who waited patiently for her to do as she had been told. This time he didn't hurry her; if she wanted the misery dragged out, well, he was happy to oblige. Finally she lowered herself across his lap and allowed herself to be shifted forward so that both her hands were flat on the floor and her feet were in the air, her rear end horribly bare, centered across his lap. He caressed the trembling haunches and said, "Should I use a paddle or a strap on you, Patricia? Which would teach you your lessons better?"
You Wood-n't Dare, by Frank Tenaya (December 1, 2014)
"N000000!" she yelled, followed by, OWWW-WWUH" as the paddle landed across her defenseless bottom with a ringing crack. Her legs, sheathed in a sheer green silk dress, flew up into the air, and her head rose as if to meet them. The pain of the first spank she had ever felt barely had time to register before Allen planted a dozen more, all as hard as the first and all bridging the summit of her finely contoured behind.
Broken Window, Broken Fanny, by Victoria (December 1, 2014)
He couldn't stand those smacks. Every smack his Aunt Vicky ever delivered hurt, but these were the worst. On a scale from one to fifteen, these were twenty. He couldn't take them without begging her to stop and kicking his legs quite wildly. Kicking as he did was quite dangerous because often the inner thighs felt the brush. He really couldn't keep from crying and yelling when that happened. What made it worse was that he closed his thighs hard to protect himself from another stroke, and Aunt Vicky would get his outer thigh. Then it would be back to the backs of his thighs until he was kicking wildly again.
The Speed Trap, by Cerissa (November 28, 2014)
My eyes had been getting progressively wider through this speech. Dampness on my palms made me rub my hands repeatedly down the gored denim skirt of the sundress. When he finally finished, I couldn't quite contain a semi-hysterical giggle. "You're kidding, right? Nobody does this sort... I mean, this isn't even legal!" I felt some triumph as the officers in the room exchanged glances. It was short lived. My heart sank as Officer Dunkirk finally replied, "Well Cathy, you have already agreed to accept our local remedy, and you have signed a consent form and an acknowledgment. But you are quite free to back out at any time between now and the end of your punishment, and accept the ticket that is rightfully yours."
Spring Break Spanking, by Eric Rosemont (November 28, 2014)
She choked back a sob as he placed her hands on the car's roof and jerked the back of her bikini down, exposing her bottom. She pressed her body against the car, hoping to hide from the dozens of people who must be watching. Julie's father smacked her clenched buttocks hard and fast. Julie gritted her teeth and fought back tears of pain and embarrassment as her bottom burned under the spanks.
Riding Crop Romance, by A.L. Purvis (November 24, 2014)
The day after Gram's birthday party, I had Brandi in her abbreviated riding togs (helmet, dickey, blazer, boots, and crop, but no jodhpurs or panties) kneeling on all fours on my bed. I mounted her from behind, standing on the floor. I gave Brandi her head at first, but then I let her know I was in charge. I raised her head and kept her face forward by holding back pressure on her single long braid with my left hand. That also kept her body pressed back against mine. She whinnied her approval. I drew the short riding crop from Brandi's right boot and increased her gait by showing it to her. The bed bounced faster and faster and Brandi's breathing kept pace. I slipped the crop under the front of Brandi's blazer and brushed her bra-less breasts with it. Her pace spurted each time the crop flicked one of her nipples. When Brandi thought she could go no faster, I taught her she could by whipping her rump with her riding crop. She was soon bucking and snorting through one orgasm after another. I released my grip on her hair and she fell face down on the bed in a gasping, twitching, jolting, pink puddle.
Ringless Steadies, by Barbie (November 24, 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.
Mirabelle, by Helier (November 21, 2014)
Her breath was coming in gasps and the nerves were making her body jump wildly. He stepped across to her and caught her by the arm. He turned her around and without the slightest warning gave her three sharp cane strokes across the backs of her calfs. She shrieked and tried to leap out of the way but he had her fast and quickly she was given three more. She howled, clenching her fists with the pain then she burst into tears and crouched down to hold her legs. Stephen had no sympathy for her. He dragged her up and gave her two strokes across her thighs and two more across her calfs. Mirabelle danced in pain, wailing and stamping her feet. She was crying loudly now and clutching her legs continually.
The Reserves, by Victoria (November 21, 2014)
Dennis looked at the wooden paddle that Cindy brought over and held before him. He nodded. He thought about begging her not to use it, but he remembered how she had begged them last weekend not to spank her. They had not even taken a very sore bottom into account. Maggie knew that he was capable of taking as much as she had. She had proven that a person could live through it. He hoped that she was more merciful than he had been. However, he didn't count on it.
Punishment, Indeed, by Juliette (November 17, 2014)
Almost instantaneously, he grabbed the strap off the bed and proceeded to strap her soundly. With each stroke the strap whistled through the air to land with a solid CRACK! on her hot, throbbing bottom. Although sounding louder, the strap actually had less of a sting than the paddle, and she found herself thrusting out her bottom to meet it, hoping that the contact would lessen the ache between her legs. She moaned slightly each time contact was made, both from the fire in her bottom and the fire elsewhere. Wiggling her hips, she both wished he would stop and wished he wouldn’t. She was lost in that hazy, foggy mind-mist, somewhere between pleasure and pain, her mind swirling with images, viewing herself from outside her body, hearing the strap, feeling the strap, hearing her own breathing as she tossed her head around, her head spinning, spinning, spinning....
A Real One, by Barbie (November 17, 2014)
She never dreamed that getting a real spanking would make a person feel so humiliated. She really was too old for this. He couldn't treat her this way. She had never minded having her bottom bared for a spanking when it was part of the fun of an evening. But this time was different. He was like an angry father to her errant daughter routine. Why her father had never done this to her--she would be damned if she would let Ted. He didn't have the right to treat her this way. He didn't, and he had to be made to understand that. Those stupid keys weren't such a big deal. If he weren't such a fussbudget about safety--
A Feather and a Thorn, by Bruce (November 14, 2014)
Blushing, the three girls nodded and acknowledged that Mr. Ives’ was correct in his statement. Fixing them with a stern look, Jeremy said, “I have tried to be as lenient as possible while we all were getting used to each other. However, my lenience appears to have been interpreted by some of you as a sign that I do not intend to enforce discipline in my classes. Well, I am going to dispel that idea today. The three of you will report to my office on the second floor at 3:00 PM today. I will not have my assignments flaunted and I can assure you, when I finish with you today, you will not wish to do so again.” Turning on his heel, Jeremy went to the blackboard and began the day’s lesson, a review of quadratic equations. Stunned by his announcement, the three culprits could barely keep their minds on their work as visions of what might take place that afternoon dominated their consciousness. Their classmates were singularly unsympathetic and, when the class was finally over, several of them came up to the three girls and chided them about the fact that they were going to ‘get the strap’ that afternoon.
Fiona, by C. Flint (November 14, 2014)
Fiona bit her lip and closed her eyes in shame. The thought of a spanking worse than the one she had received in the office and a follow-up with the belt shook her. The thought that he would take her over his lap like he did his nine year old daughter only made her prospective ordeal that much worse. Fiona already felt like she had been stripped of all dignity and maturity; she realized that not only was she being treated like a small child but that she felt like one. Oh God, she prayed silently, don't let him beat me. Let him tell me he's only doing this to frighten me. If You make this be all over, I'll be a good girl for the rest of my life. Fiona stood as still as a statue for what seemed a long, long time.
His Girl, by Bobby Tawse (November 10, 2014)
Daddy was really angry at this and his face started ,to turn red. lie yelled at me to, "Stop being such a baby and eat" That made me cry. Whenever Daddy yells at me I cry. Through my tears I tried to tell him that I didn't like spinach and asked him not to make me eat it. Daddy said I had to eat it and again told me to open wide and, again I did not and, again he tried to force my mouth open and, again I shook my head. and, this went on until Daddy finally did spill the food. Daddy was so angry that he put down the spoon and without saying a word, pulled me out of my chair and over his knee. I was already crying and asked him not to spank me again because I was still sore.
Hollyville Festival, by Jack & Jean (November 10, 2014)
"NO! NO!! NO!!! Pleeeeeease," she screamed as he started her panties down the journey of her pretty legs. "Pleeease, not in front of Donna." As the realization that nothing was going to stop the removal of the last obstacle separating her husband's palm from it's designated target, Terri started to cry. Terri normally took her husband's discipline with barely a whimper, rarely a tear but this time it was different. Her bottom hadn't suffered even one stinging spank yet tears were running down her eyes and she was sniffling like a well-spanked young lady. Terri's attempt to place her legs together failed with the first descent of Bob's palm. Terri squealed and kicked her feet as his palm print appeared on her jiggling bottom. "Ohhhh! Oh Bob," Terri cried as she received equal treatment on her other sphere. This was not going to be a slow, building spanking. This was going to be true discipline. Bob was upset and planned to take it out on his wife's bared cheeks.
A Good Neighbor, by Dyane (November 7, 2014)
The rest of the week was uneventful and on Friday, the Taylor’s arrived home. It was after dinner time that Jesse came over. He asked how the week had been and then said that Lisa told him that I had spanked her. I said that I had and he asked me why. I asked him if he had seen his car and he said Lisa had not been home when they arrived. I told him what had happened and how Lisa had behaved. I told him I’d only spanked her 10 times and that was after she provoked me. I then took him outside and showed him the dent on my car and pointed out the dent on the rear bumper of his car. Jess had an angry look on his face and told me that had said I had spanked her for no reason but that she had come to my house. Then he started across the street and told me to come with him and he’d get to the bottom of this matter.
Daddy Brings the Hairbrush to Work, by Tess (November 7, 2014)
"No, what I'm going to do here and now is punish you for the way you've chosen to behave over the last few weeks. Then I'll tell you how I want things to be for the remainder of the time you have left at home. I'd hoped you'd show it wasn't necessary to make rules for you anymore, but you've done nothing but convince me you still need at least a few boundaries to keep you from forgetting everything we've tried to teach you. I intend to provide those boundaries and enforce them with the hairbrush if you push me to it." "No! Daddy! You can't! This isn't right! I'm not a little girl anymore!" I chattered, as he came closer and took my wrist. Then, all-too-conscious of the fact that there were people in offices next door, people likely to pass in the hallway at any time, and Corey just a few yards away, I jammed my hand in my mouth as Daddy led me over to one of the straightbacked chairs against the wall. Almost whispering then, I pleaded. "Please, no, Daddy. I'm sorry if I was rude, but I really think I'm in the right and you made me mad and..."
Joella Steps Out, by Tess (November 3, 2014)
Transfixed, Joella watched Ken lead her friend by the arm over to the picnic table next to the trees. There was just enough moonlight so that she could see the whole scene clearly. No matter that she knew her friend wouldn't like her watching, that she herself couldn't stand it if someone saw her being spanked, she couldn't take her eyes away. Ken sat down, still holding Nancy's arm. Then, with a sudden jerk, he flipped the girl forward to that she fell across his knees with a squeal of frightened anticipation. Nancy's hair fell forward and she frantically reached for something to cling to...then she yelped and grabbed one hand onto the edge of the bench, the other onto Ken's boot, as the switch swished down sharply.
Joyride, by Debra (November 3, 2014)
Jason sat on the front edge of the desk, folded his arms across his chest, and after a moment of consideration, he spoke. "I don't know where to begin, you've broken so many rules. What you did tonight was a dangerous and foolish thing. You put yourself and Chris in a position where you very nearly got yourselves killed. You left the house after dark without permission. You stole a valuable car that belonged to your brother. You were driving it at dangerously high speeds, and you don't even have a license. But I think the worst of all was the deceit. You left the house figuring you'd get back before you got caught, and then you were going to lie to us about what you'd been doing tonight." Jason paused for a moment, and then standing and taking a step toward Jessie, he continued, "I don't think I have to ask if you know what you did was wrong, but it's my responsibility to make sure you understand, this kind of behavior will not be tolerated in this house. I would ground you, but considering the fact that you left the house tonight, knowing it was wrong, I think that would be an ineffectual punishment. So, unless you have something to say for yourself?" He left it as a question.
It's Never Too Late, by Alexandra Stephens (October 31, 2014)
The original anger she'd been consumed by at actually finding herself being turned over her husband's knee like a recalcitrant child slowly becoming something…else, the woman who had always prided herself on fierce independence and fearlessness in telling people to go to hell if they irked her listened to her normally devoted husband ordering her to fetch him the hairbrush he'd apparently purchased for this purpose and felt, it was so bizarre, a renewed respect, different than she'd had for him previously, and…a strange, unwilling but overpowering desire to..please him and regain his good favor. Not believing she was really complying with his horrifying dictate, Jennifer shakily walked toward the end table where he'd left the Bath & Body labeled sack once he stood her on her feet, thinking on the return trip, "What in hell are you doing?! You're bringing the man something worse to use on you? Are you insane…?!!"
A New Idea, by Cassandra (October 31, 2014)
“Very good, Cassie Lee, very good. Now, pull the skirt up,” he demanded and she complied, feeling him walk up behind her. He tucked the hem inside the waistband and then reached down to stroke her still panty-covered ass. “I love your ass, little girl,” he told her, his voice low and seductive at her ear. He squeezed both handfuls of soft cheek, kneading and heating her flesh. She knew that the warmth from his caresses was going to be nothing compared to that of the stinging blows she knew were coming.
Reading is Fundamental, by Ralph Greco, Jr. (October 28, 2014)
"Juli," he started in a whisper. "I won't do anything to hurt you, not really hurt you. But the thought of you bent over here, your ass in full view of the store, is making me crazy." "Every time you walk into the store from now on, you'll think of being bent over this table," Tom continued and with the lightest push, he bent Juli across the hard smooth surface of the reading table. Juli bent at a perfect height, her crotch snug to the table's soft round edge, her ass high in the air. Tom again played with her skirt hem as the girl look up over her shoulder to the boy's wide smile.
Psychological Applications, by Barbie (October 28, 2014)
John watched as the red hand print darkened. He decided to see how many individual hand prints he could decorate the squirming white bottom with before he had to settle for a totally red butt. He would imagine he could get at least a dozen if he planted a few on her thighs. He thought her ivory thighs could take a few licks and add to her discomfort when she tried to sit for the next few days. This was one young lady who deserved not to be able to sit for a week, and he was going to try his utmost to make that threat a reality. It was too bad that he didn't know her daddy better--he could suggest a spanking every week for a year or maybe two. Better yet, he could give her a standing appointment himself and dedicate one lunch hour a week to the disciplining of Ms. Melinda Symthe-Carolton. He would even drop his fee for this pleasure.
Rhapsodies at Midday, by Asparkle (October 24, 2014)
"I want you," she whispered again. "I need you. I need you to strap me. I need to feel your belt on my ass, until my last resistance is broken and my body has collapsed onto the bed from helpless exhaustion. Until my control is completely gone and nothing exists but you and the leather strap between us. And then just you, inside me. In my sex, in my ass, in all of me. Because then, I need you to fuck me. Hard. Until walking is impossible and my muscles twinge with just the memories of it for hours and hours."
Rick Lends a Hand, by Chuck (October 24, 2014)
As the warmth spread over her entire sitting down area, Sandra wiggled about provocatively on the man's lap. When he began to use the hairbrush, her bottom moved about much more frantically. Tears were rolling down her face and, like her younger sister, Sandra's bottom was blistering by the time he quit the punishment. Moments later she was standing alongside Debbie, both girls showing the effects of a sound spanking on their bare, crimson backsides. Pam was about to feel the same effects, but she refused to approach the man when he motioned to her. Angered by her defiance, he got up, walked over and grabbed her by the wrist and then pulled her over to the chair.
Roger & the Mystery Woman, by Alexia (October 21, 2014)
Flabbergasted, he drew back and gave her a lick as hard as he thought he could. Suzanna bellowed and her hips wove back and forth in his sight. One dark, crimson streak appeared across her upper buttocks. WHACK A second band, as red as the first, and he thought he heard her whine. WHACK! Both the woman's feet came up and kicked frantically. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" When her feet were still and she no longer moaned, he gave her another fearsome stroke. WHACK! "Oh! I'm soooorrry! I'm sooooorry!" she wept. Her shoulders trembled and her legs beat the air. WHACK! The last lick of the strap fell just where her legs joined her buttocks, and the effect was electrifying. Suzanna threw her head back and sobbed out loud, wordlessly. Her backside, now banded with scarlet, bounded before him, legs kicking and her whole body arching with the effort. Where the strap had landed the skin was scarlet, and each stroke seemed to be slightly swollen.
Rookie Mistake, by Chuck Wilson (October 21, 2014)
Captain Warner cinched her in tighter around the waist and her wrists being bound, Jennifer found she was unable to protect her denuded bottom. The cheeks colored rapidly under his hard palm and the whiteness was soon replaced by a dusky red shade. "Owww ... Please, Captain ... Ouch ... I'm sorrryyy ... That's enough ... Please don't spank me any more ..." Once again, Captain Warner was hearing the pleas of a little girl while spanking the fully developed buttocks of a grown woman. Jennifer certainly did not resemble a police officer with her pants and panties tangled around her ankles and her reddening behind on display.
Spanked Sister-in-Law (October 17, 2014)
Kristi knew what Paula meant--she knew her sister got spanked by her husband, although she couldn't understand why she put up with it. It was one of those old-fashioned traits of his that she could never come to grips with. "The problem," injected Louis, "is that no one has ever given you the kind of discipline you need. And now, you're about to find yourself out of a job. Vornholt told me today that unless you learn some discipline, he's going to have to let you go."
Please Spank Me! by Chuck Wilson (October 17, 2014)
The first 20 minutes passed quickly for Barbara as she hurried to undress, take a shower and get into her pajamas for her spanking. It was something she had asked for, but only at the insistence of her conscience. Although she had never experienced corporal punishment before, she was aware that it must hurt considerably. On numerous occasions, she had seen her brother return with red eyes and, presumably, a red bottom after a session with his father and noticed that he sat very gingerly for the next few days. As the final 10 minutes ticked away, she stood in front of her dressing room mirror, dropped her pajama pants and observed the white cheeks of her behind. Uncovered, they looked so helpless, which they would be once they were over her daddy's lap.
The Sequel, by Courtney (October 14, 2014)
"Naughty, shameless little girls need to be punished. Isn't that what he'd say, Theron, me girl? Well brought up young ladies need a good dose of discipline to keep them from doing wanton things like this!” Jimmy turned Theron around to face him, and bent to sear her lips with a bruising kiss, their tongues fencing frantically. His hands teased her aching nipples. His tongue then savored each bared bud. Theron threw her head back and moaned in rapture. Jimmy teased her with his tongue until she was writhing in his grasp.
Going Shopping, by T. Moore (October 14, 2014)
Peter tugged up on the chain, forcing her to her toes, then pulled it forward and slipped the chain over one of the hooks. Since there was a shelf at about the height of her belly this left her bent forward, her behind pushed out invitingly, legs spread somewhat for balance.
Training a Princess, Part 2, by C.J. West (October 10, 2014)
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Jenny watched her sister's fanny wiggle and bounce under the attack. Though the teenager was proud of her own figure, she had always envied the sexy shape of her older sister's buttocks. Seeing them wiggling under a spanking hand like any little kid was strange, no matter how often she had seen the sight before. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! "Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Please stop. Noooo. Yeeeooww. Please. "Diane wasn't acting like a college graduate. She didn't look like the professional reporter. Lying there - completely naked - with her backside getting more and more red, her legs kicking, her arms flailing and her red face twisting from side to side as she begged for mercy. Her eyes blinked back tears as the stinging and burning got more intense.
Wake Up Call, by Cerissa (October 10, 2014)
“I didn’t say that I wanted to paddle you, Catherine. This is a method of last resort. But the only alternative you’ve left me is to fire you. So I have to weigh the options. On the one hand, I can lose a good writer and have to train someone else. On the other, I can give you a spanking that you’ll never forget, followed by one last opportunity to prove that you can remember to show up on time. The mere fact that I’m offering you the option should tell you which I prefer. I’d hate like hell to lose you. But the final choice is up to you. Which will it be?
Two Sisters, Part IV, by S.E. (October 7, 2014)
After an eternity for the young lady the palm smacked smartly against the crest of the further globe. The sudden change from gentle exploration to sharp spanks startled the girl as she gasped at the bite of that spank. Noisily the spanks were administered over the dancing arches. Each palm print on that pale creamy backside blended in with the others offering a bit brighter shade of pink. Again that palm was attending to the girl's left buttock only this time with smarting swats that made her hips twist over the back of the chair. As the spanks descended to the base of that charming hillock, Mr. Jeffries could feel a momentary brushing of the girl's hairs against his fingertips as the palm flattened the firm yet resilient lower arch of her seat. Since the base of each mound was the focus of extra spanks in all of Mr. Jeffries' spankings, he proceeded to repeat the spanks at that point just where buttock arched away from the tanned thighs. Too overcome by the stinging of that open palm, Kathy was too busy crying to protest this strategy. From his vantage point the man looked down on the deeply divided hemispheres as they yawned and danced under the rain of spanks. Upward the palm cracked until both cheeks glowed brick red and the young lady was crying openly. "Watch it," the man snapped once again, "watch those hands" as the fists jerked at the dress and strove to hold the dress up just inches above the fiery globes of her behind.
Turnabout is Fair Play, by The Mysterious R. (October 7, 2014)
Then he began the spanking. She had been yelling from the beginning, threatening his life and everything else that was his, but as Daniel’s open palm turned her pretty white bottom to a dark shade of red, her yelling changed to pleading. First to Daniel then to Charlie. I loved it. Oh, God I knew how much it hurt too. She kicked furiously as Daniel continued the chastisement by slapping her thighs. Surprisingly he looked up at me when she began crying and remembering that day awhile back and asked, ?Do you think she’s had enough, Claire?”
Training a Princess, Part One, by C.J. West (October 3, 2014)
He then walked over to Jenny, took her elbow and half-dragged her to a nearby chair. Over the lap she went, with her firm hips landing in a perfect position across his thighs. In a second, he stripped her panties down. Jenny's bare bottom, the same one Ellemaia had seen wiggling and squirming in the kitchen earlier, was doing quite a bit of squirming already. In the background, Diane stood watching the scene. The bottom half of her bathing suit was at her ankles and she was covering her pubic area with both hands. From her angle, Ellemaia could see her naked cheeks from the side, a few pink blotches already visible.
Two Spankings for the Record, by The Sergeant (October 3, 2014)
“I was only spanked once in my whole life.” There was a dreamy look in Lisa's eyes, and the sparkle seemed to have gone out, she was somew here far away, in a memory that was unpleasant. “It was my Dad, and he spent years apologizing, but what he did was horrible.” There was a pause then finally she begin again “I was fourteen and had saved up from baby sitting to get me a bikini. It really wasn't that brief, but he took one look at it and forbid me to wear it anywhere outside of the house and not even there if he or my brothers were home. I wore it to the public pool. Bad move. He came home early, and Mother told him I was at the pool. He looked in my dresser and didn't find the bikini. When he got to the pool he dragged me out of the beach chair I was in, dragged me to the men's dressing room, made sure everyone in there was dressed, took me in, put me over his lap, pulled my bikini bottom down and whaled the tar out of my bottom for nearly five minutes. There were at least ten to fifteen men in that dressing room, all of them were dressed. I wasn't. He made me get off his lap before I could pull the bikini back up and I was never more humiliated in my life.”
Uncle Gus, by G.R.M. (August 26, 2014)
"I will be glad to do so, young lady," he said sternly," Mr. Thompson, here, is extremely adept in the fine art of spanking disobedient young woman. I asked him to deliver the punishment I suggested if you choose that option. However, Mr. Thompson is married now and does not feel it would be appropriate for him to spank you ladies. However, by a coincidence, Mrs. Thompson has been disobedient and is due a spanking from him. Therefore, the proposition is that there will be a meeting in my home in which we all will be present. Mr. Thompson will deliver a sound spanking to his wife ( here lovely Jennifer hung her blonde head) and Mr. Martin will spank Mrs. Martin, Mr. McKenzie will spank Mrs. McKenzie and Mr. O'Hanlon will spank Mrs. O'Hanlon. If you choose to reject this option, that is perfectly all right. However, in the event, you will be sentenced to a 30 day jail term for larceny and fined $500 a piece. I await your decision before proceeding further."
Wait Until I Get You Home, by G.R.M. (August 26, 2014)
"I told you that I was going to "deal" with her and I am. You may be present during that, since I consider her words and actions toward you to be unconscionable. Right now, we're going downstairs and she will apologize to you for her actions. Some kind of an apology from you might not be out of order. Then we're going to have dinner. After dinner, I'm going to find it necessary to discipline my wife. Is all of this clear?"
"Yes, Peter," she said. "I'll unpack my suitcase and I'll be down in ten minutes."
What to do With Paulette, by Don Barton (August 22, 2014)
But Paulette was not about to admit to her intentional, illicit trip to the mall... not while the safety and welfare of her butt was at risk. “See, umm,” she continued, making an intense effort to quickly come up with an explanation to plug the hole in her story, “this was a new girlfriend and I haven't given you guys her number yet,” she privately congratulated herself, “so that's why you weren't able to talk to the right girl. I know I should've given you guys her number last week, but I forgot.”
Tom and Cindy frowned. Both of them were very displeased with their daughter's desire to lie. Tom was first to speak up. “You're sticking to that story!?” he firmly asked.
Why I Do It, by Uncle George (August 22, 2014)
At twenty whacks, Ginger had regained control of herself, and was consciously relaxing her bottom as much as possible. The shock produced by the sounds of the spanking, no longer scared her as much, and by sheer will power she resisted the temptation to kick her feet, or to reach back and try to block Mr. Davis' hand as it came down again and again on her defenseless posterior. SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! At thirty, Ginger was becoming aware of the stinging sensation that was starting to build in the summit of each cheek of her bum. To counter it, she concentrated on counting the spanks to herself, SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! Forty whacks, and like that rabbit in the battery commercial, Mr. Davis kept going and going. SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! As her mental tally approached the fifty spank mark, Ginger had expected the spanking to end because that was how many he'd delivered to poor Cindy's behind. But she had not counted onhim remembering her request verbatim.
Three Gifts, by C. Flint (August 19, 2014)
The crisp report of the back of the hairbrush banging against Crissy's wiggling backside echoed regularly off the walls of my den. I knew how Crissy felt. I knew she thought that the spanking would never end. I knew that she thought that her backside was so sore that she could not bear another smack but felt helpless knowing that the hairbrush would smack her again. And again. And again.
I watched with wonder as Crissy's bottom turned a dark and angry red from the small of her back to several inches on the tops of her thighs. I felt the heat rising from the inflamed surface of her buttocks. As small purple splotches began to blossom on the crimson, I knew Crissy had been spanked enough.
True Master, by Rianna (August 19, 2014)
“Here.” He braced himself against the wall and drew me down to the step where he stood. I faced him and he put his hands on my waist and slowly pulled up my skirt. I heard the rasp of his zipper and he lifted me. He tugged my panties down for the second time that night. I spread my legs and reached for the steel rod that pulsed between us. I brought him to the entrance he wanted and he shoved his thick rod all the way in with one thrust. I came immediately. He rocked me back and forth against him, pushing higher and higher inside me until he groaned. I felt the warm rush of liquid down my inner thighs and came again.
Memories of Days Gone By, by Uncle George (August 15, 2014)
Even in the dream, Heather couldn't take her eyes off the sight as Wendy's pants and underwear were lowered, and she turned her bare bum over her dad's knee. In real life on that day, she couldn't take her eyes from the plump curves of her friend's bottom which was quickly covered by her father's hand. Then, as if in slow motion, the hand was raised and the second spanking was administered. It was a carbon copy of the first, taking only a maximum of fifteen seconds from first spank to last, with Wendy's bottom cheeks bouncing with each slap, at the same rate as her sister's had done earlier. She too was crying very quickly and Heather was torn between the wish that it would soon be over for her friend, and the fear that when it was over, her behind was next in line. Her heart beat faster, and her breathing quickened with the anticipation and fear that could be felt as a heavy lump in the middle of her tummy.
Miranda, by Helier (August 15, 2014)
Sobbing like a child Miranda straightened her shaking legs, clutching her ankles tightly. She heard the swishing in the air behind her and squealed even before she felt the cane. The last stroke was like a white hot rod branding her across the lower buttocks and catching her thick wet pussylips. Her squeal turned into a long wail but, almost as if to prove to Steve how much she was trying to be good, she stayed bent down, weeping and holding her ankles until he lifted her and pulled close.
Ministering to the Faithful, by Gordon Richards (August 12, 2014)
"It is supposed to hurt, my dear, and it doesn't hurt half as much as it will, believe me." The hairbrush continued to punish her behind which was now turning red. I continued the spanking, making sure that I covered the whole behind, including the most rounded part were the legs met the behind. She was now crying and pleading for real, but I increased the pressure on her wrist and she could not move. Finally, after about four minutes, I stopped so I could assess the damage. She was quite red with some bruises beginning to show. When she stopped crying and lay there softly sobbing, I spanked the back of her thighs ten times each. Now she really was crying.
Spanked in Mink, by Al Purvis (August 12, 2014)
She tried to cover her blazing bottom with her hands, but her left hand was blocked by his body and he held her right elbow away, preventing her from reaching back far enough to do any good. She tried to cover her spanked spots with her shoes, spreading her knees wide apart and crossing her ankles in the attempt, but he pushed her feet down and trapped her lower legs on the sofa under his right leg. She twisted back and forth in panic and started to cry continuously. She knew she was at his mercy and he hadn't shown any so far. She had never suffered a long or hard spanking as a child and had certainly not been spanked as an adult, so it seemed to her that he was never going to stop spanking her. She thought her genuine wailing only encouraged him to spank her harder, but she couldn't help herself.
Cathy's Spanking, by Ralph Greco, Jr (August 8, 2014)
She looked wonderful and as I remembered. Her bottom was round, yet tight, her legs tan and a bit bent at the knees. She had her thighs open just the slightest bit so I could see just a hint of the blonde hair of her sex. I really wanted to see all of her, but I knew we had to go slow here. We had spoke about a spanking, about her bare butt up and over my knee, and while I wanted to have her stand naked before me, have her parade around the room in her birthday-suit, have my body mingle with hers in a sweaty tirade of kisses, hugs and touches, I had to keep to this fantasy...at least for a little while.
Lay Over Spankings, by Al Purvis (August 8, 2014)
Cheryl, of course, pleaded for him to stop, but her vote didn't count. By the time Roger gave her another six widely spaced smacks, Cheryl's tears were quite real enough to satisfy even Bertie. Roger stopped and explained that he thinks a dozen spanks with the hand constitutes a proper spanking, and we should all remember that whenever we're changing our underwear in his apartment. That was another day when none of us could sleep. Cheryl was one demure little First Flight Attendant on the outbound flight that evening, but by the time we returned to New York the next week she was more than ready to go back to Roger's. More than ready because we had cooked up a lie for Cheryl to tell him, which she did, when he took us to dinner in a glorious restaurant that night. Cheryl said Colleen had been treating the rest of us horribly and deserved to be spanked. We all agreed, even Colleen. Cheryl asked Roger if he would spank Colleen for us, even though she had done nothing to offend him, and he said he would be happy to spank her on behalf of the rest of us. We returned to the apartment after dinner all excited by the prospect of Colleen's spanking. She was so agitated she could barely walk. We had another drink and then Roger announced, "Well, Colleen, I guess it's time for me to paddle your panties."
Peg's Party, by Lizbeth (August 5, 2014)
"Oh my god please no more!" Chris wailed over and over again, but Nathan, true to form - as a well-practiced dominant man - knew exactly when she'd had enough. He'd been listening to the pleas of naughty women for years, and knew that the harder more impassioned and longer a spanking, the more satisfying it would be in the end. He knew that Chris and Jacob would have one wild rollicking time when this was over, and that pleased him almost as much as seeing the sight of Chris's wiggling bottom on his lap.
Playing School, by Eric Rosemont (August 5, 2014)
Mr. Warren took aim at the base of her cheeks and swung the paddle firmly. Angela threw her bottom from side to side shamelessly. Another swat landed a minute later, and just and inch higher, causing her to hop from one foot to the other and wail hopelessly. Mr. Warren patted the inside of her thighs to get her to spread her legs more, and then whacked again, right across the crest of the cheeks.
Carrie Got Spanked, Part Two, by Ed Finn (August 1, 2014)
I've never really experienced that. With my folks, it was more like, "I warned you, young lady! You're getting spanked - right now!" Into my parents' bedroom we'd march, pants down, bottom up. Smack! "Ouch!" Smack! "Ouch!" Smack! Smack! "Oww! Ouch!" Smacksmacksmacksmacksmack! "Owwwwwwweeeeee! And so on until...cry, cry, cry and promises to be oh so good. Don't misunderstand, they were good, hard spankings. My folks, especially my dad, are experts at corporally wringing every last vestige of ego and pride from their daughters, whether by hand, hairbrush, or the dreaded razor strap. Maybe sometime I'll write some of my childhood and teenage reminiscences for you. For some reason, I have amazing recall where spanking is involved.
Catherine Gets It, by The Mysterious R. (August 1, 2014)
So with paddle in hand, he began with broad, stinging smacks to her bared buttocks. The pain was so severe so quickly that she began to panic. She arched her back and started kicking, but he held her in such a way that even while she squirmed her bottom was so presented to him that he proceeded to give her the most unhurried, systematic, thorough, painful paddling that she could remember. When she thought bearing any more was impossible he began to apply the hard, relentless smacks to her thighs. Her screeches were continuous now and even continued after he put down the paddle and checked all areas of her backside to see if he had sufficiently chastised her. Upon inspection of the punished area, he seized the paddle again and applied two final very firm smacks to her left buttock. When this was completed, he released her.
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.