Male/Female Stories

Trained Wives, by Chuck (July 3, 2017)

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.

"JIM, PLEASE!", she cried. "NOT TO HARD TONIGHT! I PROMISE I'LL GO OVER YOUR KNEES TOMORROW WITHOUT ARGUMENT! OWWW! OWWW! OH, JIMMMM ..."

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 (July 3, 2017)

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 (June 30, 2017)

"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 (June 30, 2017)

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.

SPLATT! ‘YEEOW’

Stacy's Trip Home, by C.J. West (June 26, 2017)

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 (June 26, 2017)

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. (June 23, 2017)

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 (June 23, 2017)

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 (June 19, 2017)

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. (June 19, 2017)

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 (June 16, 2017)

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 (June 16, 2017)

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 (June 12, 2017)

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 (June 12, 2017)

"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 - "

Can That Be You, by Gregory Babcock (June 9, 2017)

“ Look,” he said – after ten or twelve fidgety minutes, where I just could not hold still, “if I was in to that sort of thing, I’d give you a spanking! Just to take the edge off. Do you know any of the girls that’re gonna be here tonight?”

“ No,” I answered – suddenly deflated. “Is it … is it necessary that I … you know … that I do? That I have someone waiting for me?”

“ Naw. Not necessarily. Sometimes, with a new ‘bottom’ … especially one your age … it might take a couple hours. I mean the girls aren’t shy. Well, neither are the guys. No one is shy. But, you understand, no one has ever seen your bare ass before. None of our people anyway. So, usually, it takes awhile to … to … for them to … to begin to relax a little bit. Besides, almost all of them have hooked up with, maybe, eight or ten of the others in the past. So, there’s usually a lot of … ah … ‘get reacquainted’ spankings that need to be gotten out of the way, y’know. And those usually happen … right at the beginning. Right after they greet one another. Almost immediately after they greet one another. So, take a strain. I can just about guarantee you … that you’ll get your ass spanked. Sooner or later. Just don’t make a complete horse’s ass out of yourself. You should simply try and relax … which, in your case, it ain’t gonna be easy. Just let it come to you. If you play it cool enough … trust me … it will. It will come to you. Possibly in more volume …and maybe in greater degree … than you might actually want. Tell me something: Can you take a good one? A good hard one? Because, there’s no sense in bragging that you can if it’s not … “

Clean It Up, by Bellaroses (June 9, 2017)

While I finished straightening the bed, Wanda entered the bathroom, tsk tsk tsking again, this time about germs and sources of infection, repeating whatever horror story had been in the news lately. She tossed out our toothbrushes telling me that they should be replaced every few weeks, rambling on about bacteria. "Never use a toothbrush after you get over a cold or the flu!" she admonished, holding tight to my elbow in the cramped bathroom, swatting me several times with my wife's red plastic hairbrush. Personal hygiene is a very important subject and I understand that she needs to remind me of important things. But I do hate that plastic hairbrush and that position! I was almost flat against the wall and couldn't move at all. My bottom was clenched tight, my arms hugged at my chest. I put my forehead to the cool tile and was able to feel each whack swat crack smack very well. There wasn't even room to dance, it is a really small bathroom. I was a little disappointed, I had hoped she would use my own favorite weapon, my grandfather's old wooden bath brush, but we can't have everything we wish for! I do think plastic makes a nasty sting, wood is so much more personal somehow, but Wanda knows the way to make a point and she was very serious about replacing the toothbrushes. To make sure I remembered she sat down on the edge of the tub pulling me down over her knees. Wanda asked which toothbrush was mine and then soaped it up well with shampoo before inserting it almost up to the bristles to remind me to get new ones. I don't like that much, but she had to do it. It was for my own good. I tend to forget little chores.

Cleaning Man, by Rachel Heath (June 5, 2017)

Done with the bedroom, he headed to the bathroom where he sprinkled Ajax into the tub. Then he got down on his knees to scrub it. As he did so, he felt the exposure and bareness of his ass and it added to the pleasurable feeling of humiliation mingled with sexual excitement. He scrubbed the bathtub out thoroughly, rubbing especially hard around the ring. Then he attacked the sink and finally the toilet. He did not quit until they fairly sparkled with cleanliness. Again on his knees, bared bottom up in the air, he scoured the floor. It was probably just his imagination but he felt like his ass was still warm from Casey’s spanking.

Colin's Parole, by Johnson (June 5, 2017)

Colin didn't have a chance to protest as the hairbrush came down in a blur. The impact made him think somebody had exploded a firecracker on is butt. The loud smack and sting made him howl and squirm. Molly pulled harder on his right arm. "Settle down, baby brother, you've got a long way to go." It didn't get any better with the next one. He yelled just as loud and squirmed more. From reflex, he squeezed his bottom cheeks together and felt the hairbrush on his thighs. "I warned you, Colin." Three smacks on each thigh and he was screaming. He loosened his butt and Molly brought the hairbrush right back. After five more spanks, his legs went high in the air, and Molly went back to his thighs for five on each this time. Barely able to think through the pain, Colin still realized big sister meant business when she said keep his ass loose and legs down.

Foursome, by A.B. (June 2, 2017)

"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 (June 2, 2017)

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

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

Hide and Go Spank, by M.S. (May 29, 2017)

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 (May 29, 2017)

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.

The Director, by Miss Lee (May 26, 2017)

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 (May 26, 2017)

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.

Cheryl's Senior Moment, by C.J. West (May 22, 2017)

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 (May 22, 2017)

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 (May 19, 2017)

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 (May 19, 2017)

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."

In the Nick of Time, by Ed Finn (May 15, 2017)

"Let's go!"

He'd marched them back out to the car, this time wounding Tiff's other delicate arm. What a mean old bastard! But she had been relieved to exit the authoritative confines of the police station. She is still certain she has no cause for alarm despite Dudley Doright's best efforts to get her spanked. Still, she isn't looking forward to the inevitable confrontation with her grandfather. She'll just have to make it crystal clear that he has no say whatever over what she does.

Anyway,Terri had seemed even more upset than before. She just sat there slowly shaking her head and wringing her hands. Every now and then she'd pled with their Storm Trooper chauffeur to drive slower. When they'd come within sight of her house, she'd exclaimed, "Oh no! Please, can't you take Tiff home first? I'm not ready to go in yet. Please!"

The Sting, by James Fox (May 15, 2017)

Dave took hold of my left leg, and started parting them as I was bending. Both my bottom and pussy were pushed up awaiting his attentions. I was expecting him, wanting him, to stroke the gusset of my knickers, I was really aching for him to do so, but he didn't. Instead, I felt the cold sole of the plimsoll rest on my right cheek.

"I'm going to give you six slaps on each cheek in the same manner as before." He said.

The plimsoll was definitely harder to take than a hand spanking, but, I felt that I would be able to take it. Again, my eyes were full of tears, and I was sobbing gently. But my bum was now feeling delightfully hot, and my breasts had started swaying with the rhythm of the slaps, and I could feel my nipples hardening. If this is all cp is, I was going to offer it as a regular service from now on.

When Dave had finished span` king me with the plimsoll, he led me over to the settee and sat us both down again.

Sexual Harassment Suit, by John Burt (May 12, 2017)

Laura remained in position, tears running down her face, her fingers almost clawing at the desktop, but her palms still pressed flat. Then Lane felt hands reaching in front of her and realized that Ervin was trying to unbuckle her pants. She raised her hips, wondering only afterwards why she helped him without thinking about it.

Ervin pulled Lane's slacks down to her ankles, and then her panties. She felt terribly exposed, even more than she would have if she'd had a skirt lifted the way Laura had. Not that it made that much difference; Lane knew she and Laura were now both naked from the waist down, their bottoms making an odd pair, one covered with blazing red marks and the other untouched. Lane shuddered, knowing they'd soon be a matched pair.

Hot Negotiation, by Ed Finn (May 12, 2017)

I removed my coat and tie, loosened my collar, and went over and started poking through her large CD collection. I was trying to decide between Diana Krall’s soothing jazz, and Ben Harper’s much more earthy folk-rock, when she suddenly reappeared, not yet changed.

“Do me a favor, would you, hon?” she asked, handing me a yellow legal pad and a pen. “While I’m changing, please see if you can remember the five rules we agreed on last night and list them right here, okay? I think we should review them. I’ll only be a few minutes, so you’ll have to hurry to have it done before I get back.”

A quick peck on my cheek and she was gone.

Aha! I saw right through her. This was nothing but an obvious ploy to get me into some kind of made-up trouble, which she would then use as an excuse to spank me again.

Spank Trek: The Next Flagellation, by Dr. Ken (May 8, 2017)

Lt. Worf, a Klingon and the chief of Security aboard ship, rolled his eyes. Like all Klingons, Worf was dark-hued, and his the skin on his forehead covered what seemed to be a mass of spiny bumps. This was a product of evolution. The Klingons--a war-like race--had evolved this extra bone-mass to give their heads extra protection in combat.

"Well, once the ambassadors are aboard and safely conducted to their quarters, I see no reason why you and Worf can't have some time for another rehearsal. How is it coming?" Picard asked.

Beverly shook her head. "It's safe to say that, being Klingon, the theater isn't exactly in Worf's blood--especially when it comes to doing the classics! But with another run-through or two, I think we'll be ready."

Spring Vacation, by A.B. (May 8, 2017)

Joan, in fact, was right now giving a vivid demonstration of her membership in this group by the agonized way she twisted her body under the hard smacks of Ted's hand on her reddening bottom, which followed one another like a volley of pistol shots. Still she remained stubbornly silent. Ted was silent too, arm and hand speaking for him. I stood paralyzed, fascinated by the struggle going on between them___Joan's effort to avoid reacting to the spanking, and Ted's effort to force that reaction from her. I don't know what my face showed, but I winced mentally as each merciless crack bounced and rippled my friend's naked flesh.

Joan's task got harder as the spanking continued. I could see that in the tension and rigidity of her head and shoulders, even if I hadn't been able to see the lobster shade of her bottomcheeks. She held both legs stiff, toes touching the floor. I couldn't imagine how she managed to avoid kicking them like a manic swimmer yanked out of the water, as I was sure I'd be doing in the same circumstances. Between whacks I could hear her breathing raggedly, though it might have been Ted. His neck was almost as red as her bottom, and his struggle seemed to be just as intense as hers.

Retribution, by A.B. (May 5, 2017)

"I'm 29,'' she said calmly.

"Well, I mean, my God, I can't just take a 29-year-old woman across my knee as if she was a naughty little girl!''

"Why not? Especially if a naughty little girl is exactly what she's just been? Don't forget those two copies of your program I gave away. Those two will probably multiply and deprive you of dozens of sales. Maybe hundreds.''

I brooded. This was true, and it did get some of my juices flowing. As for the prospect of putting this lovely woman across my knee and spanking her soundly, I must admit that got other juices flowing. It was a fantasy I had nurtured for years and never so much as mentioned to another.

Sabina, by C. Flint (May 5, 2017)

The rhythmic thunderclaps of the spanking had an almost hypnotic effect on me. My world was suddenly bounded by a small circle at the center of which was Sabina's backside as it bobbed on my lap, bouncing up an down like a pair of red balls being dribbled off the floor. I could feel nothing but the delicious slap of my hand as it punished her warm, bare flesh again and again. Everything else in the room receded into the distance. My eyes focused on her reddening buttocks as if they were spotlighted on a stage in a darkened theater. Nothing else mattered. Sabina's sobs and incoherent pleas became a buzzing noise on the periphery of my conscious. Even the clapping sounds of my hand against her bottom seemed like the ticking of a metronome regulating the cadence of the spanking but not directly connected to it.

Like Mother, Like Daughter, Part Three, by T.C. Stonefox (May 1, 2017)

Patricia was almost in tears as she listened to his words. In some ways he had taken a knife to her very soul and stabbed at her heart. Felicia was the most important thing to her, especially since her husband was dead. It was all she had except her own siblings and parents. Since the phone call yesterday, she had felt nothing but guilt at what happened. Felicia had done wrong and there was no doubt in Patricia's mind that she knew right from wrong, but the temptation should have never been there and wouldn't have been if there were distinct consequences to misbehavior. It was all she could do yesterday to watch her daughter get her beautiful bottom caned as severely as Mr. Marsh had done. Felicia would be raised differently now, but her own feelings and guilt were now to be dealt with.

Music to Spank By, by Al Purvis (May 1, 2017)

"If you push her beyond her limits, she'll scream bloody murder and fight like hell. That's the signal to stop spanking and start apologizing."

"I see."

"But don't be concerned about little 'oohs' and 'ohs' and 'ouches.' They merely mean she's feeling it. She wants to feel it."

"Well, I'll be damned."

"No doubt," Lillian said. "But until then, pay attention when you're spanking. A single shriek, without an all-out struggle, is the signal to stop spanking, but only momentarily. Massage the affected area. Don't loose your rhythm."

"What if she starts to cry?"

Like Mother, Like Daughter, Part Two, by T.C. Stonefox (April 28, 2017)

"Assuming your daughter agrees that a caning would be in her best interest, I'm going to require that you return here tomorrow afternoon and submit to a caning also. You have obviously forgotten its lessons and a dose of the rattan will certainly make you realize how valuable a tool it can be to a growing girl. I'm certain it will also ease your own conscience a bit.”

Patricia was stunned. She was 33 years old! To have to submit to a caning at her age seemed totally ludicrous. God, she thought on the verge of tears, I can't believe this is happening. She knew that something was going to have to change, but she certainly didn't want to put herself in that position again. Caned at her age! It seemed totally insane!

Motorcycle Mama, by Eileen (April 28, 2017)

Peaches was sobbing unashamedly, flinging herself from one side of the bench to the other. Bubbles felt herself tremble every time Bill brought his arm back.

Harry didn't seem overly troubled by the shocking scene playing out before them. Bubbles winced in sympathy at each loud slap and tearful wail. She poked Harry again, whispering, "She's had enough! Tell him to quit!"

Harry ignored her.

Model Behavior, by C.J. West (April 24, 2017)

Though Kathy had seen her roommate undressed a few times around the apartment, this was the first time her naked buttocks had been seen by Jan or Harry. "Boy," they both thought, "there's no wonder she is such a popular swim suit model. What a butt!"

Harry, however, quickly remembered the reason her fanny was uncovered. He placed his left hand on the right side of her waist and held her in position. Then he raised his right arm. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! April jumped and wiggled as her behind experienced its first smacks in nearly three years. Kathy's eyes bugged out as she saw her physically mature roommate getting smacked. And Jan just looked stern, as though she believed the young woman was getting exactly what she had coming.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Harry did not hit quite as hard as April's father but he had a knack for hitting every inch of her backside. Then, when every bit of round flesh was tingling from the first assault, he'd go around again and begin to cause some real discomfort.

Sammy, by Annie (April 24, 2017)

"You didn't take ANYTHING out for dinner, let alone enough for my boss and his wife. 'Forgetting' is NOT a good excuse! I was totally humiliated. Now it's your turn!"

I raised my hand high above her ass and brought it down with a thunderous CLAP!

"OUCH!" Sammy gasped as a pink outline of my hand appeared across the highest point of her left cheek. Another was soon appearing, as if my magic, on the same spot on the right cheek.

A Little Bit Jealous, by Barbie (April 21, 2017)

"If you want it so badly, you can get it. If those girls mean so much. It is in your mother's attic. Search for it!" Betsy flipped around and headed for her office door.

She didn't make it. This time she was twirled around and jerked back across Ted's knee again. Her skirt was up in a flash and her panties hadn't moved from about her knees in all the fracas. Ted's hand landed on her already sore bottom and in minutes she was agreeing to go to his mother's and get the yearbook. With her agreement, Ted stopped the smacks. He asked, "You explained to my mother that I was looking for women in a twenty-five year old year book?"

Jennifer, by S.F.G. (April 21, 2017)

Spankings in the Stanley household began at age thirteen. If either of the girls was disobedient, they would be taken to Daddy’s study. The door would be ominiously closed behind them. Behind closed doors, bottoms were bared (always!) for the upcoming spanking. Shivering, humiliated, frightened and embarrassed, the girls had to stand next to Daddy as he sat in a straightbacked chair. They were always so embarrassed at this point. They were holding up their skirts and their panties were down and everything was exposed. Daddy frequently took this occasion to casually tap the back of the hairbrush on his open palm (which made a gentle splat, splat, splat sound) and asked questions-lots of questions-to the poor frightened young girl with the intention of increasing her dread of the upcoming spanking. He was always successful.

Lost Panties, by Asparkle (April 17, 2017)

"I think... that since you lost such an important part of your apparel in public, that your spanking... should be public. At least, public enough to properly represent your carelessness in this forum. Perhaps with an audience--an audience of two or three random observers." My face paled at his words. The men behind us looked at each other, both with wide grins on their faces.

My mouth opened a little and moved, but no comprehensible words came out. "You wouldn't," I eventually breathed.

Maia, by Helier (April 17, 2017)

I whacked her three times more across the lowest part of her buttocks. I could see the glistening wetness of her pussy so I slapped her there too, knowing she would feel at least the vibration if not the impact. In response she pushed her bottom out rudely so I whacked the ruler hard several times across the very top of her thighs. She shrieked with pain and, after a few strokes more, began to climax so I spanked her even harder while she came. She was rubbing her clit at the same time and her climax went the longest I could remember.

I stopped when she did and immediately she turned, still weeping, and fell to her knees. She opened my jeans and pulled my cock free. It was very hard and she thrust it straight into her mouth very deep. It was something she always did brilliantly but the urgency of it now was a superb feeling. I sat down on the sofa to enjoy it. With tongue, lips and fingers all at once, she was bringing me very quickly to a climax. Her little hand moved in to take over the shaft of my cock while her tongue and lips concentrated on the tip and underside. With her free hand she was tearing off her sweater and lifting her camisole.

Mary's Switching in the Woods, by Cathy (April 14, 2017)

Slowly, Mary pulled her white gauze cover-up over her head and placed it in the log as she had been instructed. As she did it, I noticed that she did expose a lot of herself around the bikini. I hoped I didn't expose as much, but I was afraid that I did. Mary shook her dark hair and ran her fingers through it to arrange it. She looked at me and shrugged her shoulders in defeat as she draped herself across the log. The white panties stretched across her big girlish bottom and I shuddered as I knew they would provide scat protection, if indeed, and I doubted it, she was allowed to leave them up. Our fathers believed that all spankings had to be on the bare bottom to be effective and I knew they weren't about to change their minds now.

Miss Collins and the School Board, by M.D. (April 14, 2017)

Tears dripped to the carpet as she pleaded and struggled with each descent of Henderson"s palm across her squirming bottom. First one shoe, then the other flew from her feet and her panties now hung on a single ankle and only her fear of losing this intimate garment caused her to stop kicking.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!! "Aieeee!!"

"Seventy-five" she heard the counter"s voice. "Oh, please" she pleaded with Henderson, "that"s enough! Please, no more!"

The Latest Fashion, by James Ganier (April 10, 2017)

Valerie had never felt so humiliated as she did that moment. She couldn't remember ever having been spanked. Yet here she was, being paddlewacked in public! The second vice-president of the Business and Professional Women's Association. Soundly spanked!

It was a good thing Valerie had so much paddling back there. She needed it! That little shovel was proving to be a potent spanking paddle. It made a most satisfying ringing sound each time it made contact with the pantied posterior of Michael's mate. The photographers, after some initial hesitation, were now flashing away. And the audience, while still astonished, was responding with laughs, gasps, squeals and some excited commentary.

Fire Alarm-Barbie Grows Up, by Barbie (April 10, 2017)

The spanks rained down. On one cheek and then the other until her whole bottom was a bright shade of pink and Barbie was begging him to quit. She had given up trying to keep her legs together and still a long time ago. She was bouncing and wiggling and trying her hardest to roll off his lap. But she couldn't get loose. Uncle Grant had a tight hold and he just kept the spanks coming. Over and over again. Left, right, left, right and high and low and side and middle.

The Spanking Class, by A.M. (April 7, 2017)

I gave her bottom a minute rub before having her stand so that she could retrieve the maple oval backed hairbrush from the bathroom. She brought it back to me immediately and positioned herself across my lap again. WHACK on the right cheek, WHACK on the left cheek and WHACK across both cheeks. Thirty times the brush smacked into her blazing behind. Lisa yelled "OUCH” and "SSSTOP! I'LL BE GOOD.” Her behind was a shade of red that I had never seen before. It was a cross between cherry red and ripe apple red.

After the spanking Lisa and I spent the rest of the night making love. The warmth of her bottom against my pelvic region was a major factor to my ability of having two orgasms. Lisa had four powerful orgasms that night.

A Coat for Ruthie, by Eileen (April 7, 2017)

"Oh, you want to talk fair," he said grimly, "What's unfair is for you to, once again, charge my Gold Card up to its limit on some frivolous item that you have absolutely no need for. And to go behind my back! I've tried everything I can think of, Ruthie." He lambasted her already sore behind again several times, one right after the other, then went on,"I've tried talking to you, even pleading with you," WHACK! THWACK! "Each time you agree to curb your spending." WHACK! CRACK! "Each time you continue to do exactly as you please." WHACK! SMACK!

I've come to the realization that there`s nothing I can get you to do to stop wasting my money on these luxury items. Maybe this will stop you. Maybe not."

The Spanking Class, by A.M. (April 4, 2017)

I gave her bottom a minute rub before having her stand so that she could retrieve the maple oval backed hairbrush from the bathroom. She brought it back to me immediately and positioned herself across my lap again. WHACK on the right cheek, WHACK on the left cheek and WHACK across both cheeks. Thirty times the brush smacked into her blazing behind. Lisa yelled "OUCH” and "SSSTOP! I'LL BE GOOD.” Her behind was a shade of red that I had never seen before. It was a cross between cherry red and ripe apple red.

After the spanking Lisa and I spent the rest of the night making love. The warmth of her bottom against my pelvic region was a major factor to my ability of having two orgasms. Lisa had four powerful orgasms that night.

A Coat for Ruthie, by Eileen (April 4, 2017)

"Oh, you want to talk fair."he said grimly, "What's unfair is for you to, once again, charge my Gold Card up to its limit on some frivolous item that you have absolutely no need for. And to go behind my back! I've tried everything I can think of, Ruthie." He lambasted her already sore behind again several times, one right after the other, then went on,"I've tried talking to you, even pleading with you," WHACK! THWACK! "Each time you agree to curb your spending." WHACK! CRACK! "Each time you continue to do exactly as you please." WHACK! SMACK!

I've come to the realization that there`s nothing I can get you to do to stop wasting my money on these luxury items. Maybe this will stop you. Maybe not."

Housewarming, by Kristiana (April 1, 2017)

"Oh, ow! No, I don't need anybody", Lisa shouted but her head was beginning to tell her differently as her bottom began to warm from his administrations. She WAS tired of always getting her own way. To her it seemed that no one cared about her because they did not stop her from doing the many foolish things she had done over the years. She remembered how her friends had told her how they were punished for misbehavior and how they had felt loved and forgiven afterwards. Lisa had never known those feelings for she had never been disciplined in her life. Yet here she was being spanked for the first time by the man that she adored and she could not give in to him or the spanking.

In the Red, by Barbie (April 1, 2017)

Pam tightened her buttocks. She could feel them quivering. She wanted to be braver, but this was the worse spanking that she ever received. She sometimes had nightmares about it. Pam was frantic. She kicked her one free leg and begged. John's hand came down with a hard wallop to one buttock and stayed there. The pressure came and he pulled her bottom cheeks apart. The handle of the spatula landed for the first excruciating smack on the tender inner cheek. Pam shrieked. One was more than enough and she had to take fifteen. Fifteen on one inner cheek and then fifteen on the other. Each landed in the same spot and made a resounding sound. The sting on the inner cheek was incredible. Pam howled, twisted, cried, begged and kicked. The only accomplishment that she was capable of achieving was losing her panties from about her ankle.

Introduction to Spanking Exploration, by A.M. (March 31, 2017)

Ron gave Leslie a firm swat with the brush on her right cheek and then on her left one. SWAT! "How dare you not tell me what to expect today." WHACK!.. SMACK!.. WHACK!.. SWAT! "I hope you are learning something today young lady. I will not tolerate, you keeping me in the dark about something like this." SWAT!.. WHACK!.. CRACK!.. "How do you feel being across my lap getting your bare ass spanked in front of all these people?" Swat!.. WHACK!.. CRACK!.. Leslie sobbed and kicked the air with each crack of the brush. "I feel funny having you across my lap with these other people watching your ass get redder and redder." He gave her thirty whacks with the brush before he put it down and began to softly rub her scarlet behind. A dollop of lotion was rubbed into her sore throbbing seat before Leslie got off his lap.

Irene, by C. Flint (March 31, 2017)

Irene paused for a moment then cringed. There was only one corner she ever had to stand in. It was in the basement. Dark and dirty with a small square of white concrete cleared next to the furnace. A small, empty space on a floor cluttered with the broken and discarded objects that had accumulated over the years. There were spiders in the basement, spinning their nasty webs on the naked pipes. In her childhood fears there were worse things; unnamed horrors lurking in the dark shadows just waiting for a small girl they could devour. Even when she was older and knew better than to believe in monsters, the basement was the pit of her nightmares. She cried and pleaded each time she was sentenced to stand in silent penance in the musty squalor. She protested but she was careful not to protest too much. When her cries exasperated her father he would switch the light off as he left multiplying her torture by adding darkness to the other terrors.

Larry's Dream Come True, by Chuck Wilson (March 27, 2017)

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! The ruler suddenly rose and fell in rapid succession on each glowing orb and then across the crack, bringing ever sharper squeals from Amy. Then Larry began a more steady assault and her entire spanking area gradually became a deeper shade of red.
Linda watched in astonishment as her sister's nude buttocks absorbed spank after spank from the ruler. They bounced wildly over Larry's lap and, if Amy had managed to get some enjoyment out of the earlier portion of her punishment, she certainly showed no signs of it at that point. The cheeks were clenched tightly and the once well_defined crevice had become a narrow aperture.
Still the spanking continued. Larry had waited a long time for this opportunity and he likely would never get the chance again. But, as he saw portions of the skin mottling and a few blisters being produced, he eased up on the force of the smacks and concentrated on the less inflamed parts.

Lianne, by Helier (March 27, 2017)

Lianne suddenly felt the embarrassment wash over her. The feeling was delicious, like a well of energy and she wanted to draw it out and make it last. She was supposed to feel ashamed and the more ashamed she felt, the better everyone would like it. There was a feeling of luxury about that.

"Couldn't I be given another chance," she whispered. "Couldn't there be some other way. Please, Sir. It's so embarrassing to have to take my panties down like a little girl."

Hot Date, by Greg Lerridence (March 25, 2017)

"That's right, Janice," I said, drawing the strap through my fingers. "I'm afraid you're in for a spanking regardless. You can get it from me or you can get it from your father. Just remember two things. If you get it from me, you get to go to the dance. And your father's a lot bigger and a whole lot stronger than I am. It's up to you, Janice. But I sure know what I'd do in your shoes."

Janice looked pleasingly at me and pleasingly at her mother and couldn't bear to look at her younger sister at all. Then, with a helpless shrug, and in a voice so halting and diminutive I could hardly hear her, she turned to me and said, "I guess ... would it be okay if ... "(a sigh and a deep breath)" ... could I get my spanking from you?"

Impropriety, by A.J. Wilshire (March 25, 2017)

And when the hairbrush smacked down hard on her bare bottom, her crying became more urgent, more insistent. It took only a few more smacks for her crying to get so excited that she was unintelligible. Every once in awhile she tried to catch her breath and actually say something, but that hairbrush kept smack-cracking down and she would lose it all over again. Except she was usually able to get out "Daddy." There was a lot of "Daddy" going on.

While she may be dressed like a six year old and take a spanking like a six year old, there was no doubt that the female across my lap was a full grown woman, with lovely, kicking legs and a glorious bottom in mid-spanking.

A Hot Lunch Date, by Barbie (March 20, 2017)

How I wished I hadn't written that stupid letter. If only I had just not mailed it. Written it and dropped it in the drawer of my desk. Why had I mailed it? Because I was mad. Hugh's support had always been so positive. I expected praise from him. I had felt betrayed. Unfortunately he was right, his points had been valid and only constructive. I had to learn to take criticism. But not like this, not over Hugh's knee.

Why did he have to be so right about everything? I hated that too. He knew exactly what I would do if he let me,let our friendship fade. He knew me too well. But not as well as he thought--if he thought that I was going to accept a spanking and remain his friend,he had another think coming. I would never get over if he really spanked me. The idea of the humiliation of that was too much for me.

What In-Laws Are For, by G.R.M. (March 20, 2017)

The hairbrush landed with a loud SPLATT on her right bottom cheek. WHACK! on the left buttock.

"Plllease," she moaned, "Not so hard!"

Ned ignored this and then the spanking commenced in earnest. WHAPP! CRACK! SPLATT! WACK! CRACK! over both cheeks of Nancy's wiggling, wagging bottom.

Nancy squirmed and cried, kicked her legs---but could not escape the avenging hairbrush, Finally, as her bottom turned from a deep shade of pink to a deep scarlet, she could hold it back no longer. The tears rolled down her face on to the den carpet.

French Lessons, by M.D. (March 17, 2017)

She struggled desperately now, a thrashing tigress, her poor bottom aflame. Tears burst from her pretty blue eyes, running in rivulets down her face.

At first the threats of a spanking, then its actuality had primarily evoked emotions of embarrassment and humiliation in Karyn. A grown woman being spanked like a schoolgirl for ignoring her lessons! But now feelings of embarrassment had abandoned her, only the searing pain in her buttocks mattered, a pain increased and intensified with each application of the male palm rising and descending above her. SPANK!...SPANK! SPANK! ...SPANK! SPANK! SPA...N...K!! SPANK! SPANK!...SPANK!! SPANK! SPAN...KK!! She squirmed and twisted her hips trying desperately, unsuccessfully to avoid the punishing slaps to her backside.

Girl on the Hood, by Jamie Phillips (March 17, 2017)

We both watched the parking lot expectantly; me so I could start again, she so her ordeal would soon end. Finally a head peered around the corner, Beth! I was pleased. From where she was standing, she would be able to see Trish's black hair, her bare shoulders, and, rising behind my forearm, Trish's almost naked backside. Beth would also see, and hear, each spank as it landed on her friend's behind. I smiled and ran my thumb up the back of Trish's left thigh and my fingers up the back of her right thigh. Her skin fluttered at my touch and her buttocks trembled.

The Garage Apartment, by DyAnne (March 13, 2017)

Alicia was protesting as the first spank fell. It was tentative and I took Carrie's arm and showed her how to deliver the spanks. Alicia was soon kicking and squirming under the blows, her hips wiggling from side to side as she tried to avoid the blows. Carrie's face was intent as she watched her mother's ass turn red and quiver under the rain of spanks.

When Alicia started crying instead of cursing, I told Carrie to give her five more , then to let her up. As Alicia stood there, rubbing her glowing red bottom, I told her that she was grounded for the next month and could only go to work and home. I told her that Carrie and I would do the shopping and whatever else needed to be done.

Not a Ghost of a Chance, by Megan (March 13, 2017)

"Stop! I won't hold still! I won't! You can't make me!" Natalie cried. Her bottom stung. She vaguely remembered the times across Eric's knees, she wouldn't have dared yell at him this way. Meekly, she would have raised her own skirt, and lowered her panties. While she would have cried before he stopped, she would have thanked him, oh, so very sincerely, when it was over. Eric's spankings were given out of love. She knew it, deep down, really knew it. He had made her feel cherished. Why Kevin was doing this, she didn't know.

Kevin's large hand stinging down on her bottom focused her mind on the present. "OW! Enough! Enough!" She wiggled and squirmed and howled. He could stop her bottom from dodging those horrid swats, but he couldn't stop her mouth from protesting And protest she did. She was mad and he was going to know it. And it hurt. Oh, she had forgotten how much a hard male hand on her sensitive bottom hurt.

Elena of Oak Hall, by Alexia (March 10, 2017)

Elena bent over and held the left edge of the chair, then lowered herself across the man's lap. She inched forward, positioning her bottom so that it was at the best angle to receive the licks. Her toes just barely reached the floor. Her hands were planted on the thick carpeting. The dark hair cascaded down around her face, and as she reached around to sweep it to one side of her head, she felt her skirt lift up. It was folded back to her waist, exposing the round, fullness of her arched backside.

She glanced to her right. The Director was still watching. Then she felt Denis' weight shift beneath her as he got a secure grip on her waist with his left hand, and raised the paddle in his right. She dropped her head and closed her eyes.

Equal Treatment Under the Cane, by A.L. Purvis (March 10, 2017)

She couldn't look at the man who had whipped her into this frenzy. She felt her blush rising again, but she couldn't stop herself from giving little hoots whenever a thrilling throb tweaked her. Did he know? He had to hear her hooting. Could he see? How could she gracefully get out of here?

She faced away from him as she slithered off the spanking chair and stumbled around kneading the welts on her bottom. Better if he sees her nether cheeks with the horizontal stripes on them than her facial cheeks with the vertical tear streaks marring her looks and giving her the appearance of a soundly spanked grade school girl.

He cleared his throat.

Spanking in Fantasy Land, by A.W. (March 6, 2017)

"What protection are you talking about?" I asked, not really getting the point myself but indeed curious.

"I mean silly, that you can paddle us across our panties," the half smile returning.

As the word "panties" registered, you have knocked me over with a whisper; I was that unprepared for such a response! Trying to fake making an actual decision, I gazed out an open window, hoping my excitement would not show. Knowing I'd just stumbled onto a no lose situation, I accepted their offer, producing the chosen instrument of correction from its hiding place.

Fire and Ice, by E. Finn (March 6, 2017)

The jig was up. Heaving a huge sigh, Heather did as bid, allowing Don to slip her panties down to join her other garments at mid-thigh. She clenched her bottom muscles tightly. Her rump was getting chilly. She could feel snow flakes landing back there. "Shit," she muttered to herself, "I'll probably catch my death."

Don adored his wife's bottom. Not that he had anything against her breasts, which were nicely shaped and in no need of a bra, nor her legs, long and slim, but he was a bottom man. Never had it looked more appealing than now, round and firm and slightly damp. He decided to start with a little smack-bottom to focus her attention. He wanted to impress upon her the seriousness of her action. She was more concerned with where she was than with what was happening. He intended to alter that. Besides, smack-bottoms are fun.

Smack. Smack. Whack. Smack.

Going Steady, by Barbie (March 3, 2017)

Uncle Grant left her to "get ready." Getting ready for the hairbrush meant that she got into her pajamas and stood in the corner with her bottom bare for about half an hour. Barbie struggled out of the jeans and thankfully stuffed her pretty panties into the back of her lingerie drawer. Once in her pajamas, she picked up the hairbrush. She was supposed to hold its smooth oval surface against her bottom as she stood waiting but this time she threw the nasty thing on the bed.

"Seven spankings! Seven!" She stomped her feet as she headed toward the corner. She pulled her pajama panties down to her knees and then let her hands go back to rub her bottom. She hated the hairbrush. It hurt forever and ever. She fumed. Why couldn't Uncle Grant understand about boys? She was supposed to have boyfriends. Lots of the other girls did. Everyone expected a girl to have boyfriends. It was bad enough that she got good grades, if she couldn't have a boyfriend everyone would think she was like Emmy Lou Parkins. Emmy Lou wore funnier clothes than Uncle Grant liked. They called Emmy Lou "The Brain." Kids weren't being nice either. Barbie was very careful not to advertise her brain at college. Uncle Grant was the only one who saw her report card. He appreciated "A's".

Not So Happy Days, by C.J. West (March 3, 2017)

Not only was Howard not convinced, he became more angry.

"Young lady," he said, pulling his daughter to her feet, "show some control. K.C., who is younger than you, accepted her punishment with maturity and here you are, crying like a baby. Now, either you come over here right now and get across my lap or I'll invite K.C. in here to watch you get spanked."

Joanie's body went stiff. A spanking would be awful. But a spanking in front of someone else would be unbearable. She felt herself being guided toward the bed and, after her father had seated himself, pulled forward across his lap. When her nose stopped just inches from the floor she knew she was in position.

A Doctor's Medicine, by Tom (February 27, 2017)

When the doctor paused again and waited for Judy to calm down a bit, he looked over to the head nurse and asked her if the other two nurses to whom Judy was so rude were on duty. The head nurse said that they were and the doctor then asked her to go and get them and bring them to the room. Judy was too preoccupied with the smarting burn in her bottom to hear the doctor's instructions and did not notice the head nurse leaving the room. While the head nurse was gone the doctor took the time to talk to Judy in a firm but fatherly manner. He told Judy that she was really acting like a baby rather than an eighteen year old young lady and that the paddling he had given her so far was hardly such that would warrant all her carrying on. "You know, Judy, I have two daughters of my own, one almost as old as you are. They both answer to this paddle when they misbehave themselves. And, believe, they get it just as hard as you are getting it this afternoon."

A Doctor's Debt, by Ken Harding (February 27, 2017)

A second spank followed on the other cheek. Then there followed a still longer pause, while he contemplated the mobility of her bottom muscles, the racing, tremoring flections in her shapely thighs and the tightening of her calf muscles. There was no doubt that Sheila Evans was exquisitely sensitive, and the heightening anguish of shame and humiliation at her exposure and that being treated like a child in this way intensified all the fluid mobility of her voluptuous young body.

The long delay which now ensued after the first two spanks gave Sheila Evans abundant opportunity to be aware of her reactions both physically and psychologically; the permeating sting seemed to encompass both cheeks of her quivering, tensing, buttocks, spreading even down to her thighs and into her loins. But the sensation of shame was paramount, knowing that she was exposed in this semi-clad condition in the most childish pose across the lap of a man old enough to be her father and who was, in effect, assuming the role of surrogate father by doling out to her this her very first corporal chastisement.

Fair's Fair, by E. Finn (February 24, 2017)

Barb caught her breath at the fascinating sounds emanating from the bedroom. Obviously, the old brush still packed its old wallop. Also, the frantic desperation already being expressed in Kim's whoops and yelps indicated that either she had an unusually tender bottom, or Jack was an extremely able disciplinarian. Barb presumed the former, since Kim's sassy rear end had been spared the rigors of such chastisement for way too long. Besides, Jack did not strike her as especially strict or enthusiastic regarding spanking. Hopefully this little session would rekindle his appreciation for the salutary effect of such punishment. There is no better method for correcting a naughty young lady's misbehavior.

The Family, by Mark Stiles (February 24, 2017)

And then it began. A loud “oh, please” as he took her across his knees; a grumbled scolding as he positioned her so that her upturned behind was in the perfect position for him to minister to her; a final few high pitched whines as she begged stridently for leniency. At times like this her entreaties would change from “please don’t spank me” to “please, not too hard”; the change indicative of her resignation that she was, indeed, going to be punished...and this day was no exception. And then the first several spanks rang out like pistol shots....SMACK, CRACK, SMACK, SMACK; accompanied by some loud squeals as she felt the burn and the sting. Dad has a strong right arm and he smacked that hairbrush onto the upturned flesh with a snap of the wrist that rendered the spanks nearly unbearable. But bear it she must. Again and again the hairbrush snapped down to the accompaniment of Mom’s squeals and squeaks and cries. Though I had never seen Mom’s bare behind, I could picture it squirming and twisting, her legs constrained by her downpulled pants and underpants, turning pink and then red as the unforgiving hairbrush smacked down again and again and again. As always, Dad showed no compassion as he spanked; seeing to it that every inch of squirming, huddling behind received many, many visits from the punishing hairbrush. Mom was kicking and crying and lunging and writhing as he calmly, coldly taught her the meaning of punishment and discipline in his household. On and on he proceeded, scolding and spanking and lighting Mom’s behind on fire; correcting her and taking her to task for having displeased him.

In Need of Discipline, by Uncle George (February 20, 2017)

I ignored her pleadings and protestations and got on with the job of administering what I thought was a reasonable spanking. I covered every inch of Bonnie's behind and before twenty slaps had landed, Bonnie was no longer protesting. She remained quietly over my knee, accepting whatever punishment came her way. She didn't make any attempt to cover her behind, even though her right hand was free to try if she wanted. After about thirty slaps or so, she was involuntarily clenching her bottom cheeks with each spank, and even kicking her legs occassionally. I continued to rain the spanks down on the girl's blue-jean-covered bottom and after about forty-five slaps, Bonnie looked back over her left shoulder at me. "How many...(spank)... am I getting... (spank) OUCH! ... Jason?" she asked.

Elaine's Deja Vu All Over Again, by Millicent's Friend (February 20, 2017)

Dear Diary, if I was blushing from embarrassment over my carelessness, I turned positively crimson at this point. I knew full well how Headmaster Smith had punished miscreants in his school, and, if the truth be known, I had felt similar punishment more than once in my own school years. But I was too old to be treated that way.

"Milicent, I see that you are blushing deeply. As I said, you may well wish to end your employment at the library rather than accept my terms. However, if you wish to stay at the library, you must accept them. I believe you know what I mean by punish you like a schoolgirl?"

Denise Learns Her Lesson, by Don Barton (February 17, 2017)

And with her confidence somewhat shaken, Denise had only her desperate need of passing the test to help guide her through her dishonest deed. And with a final push of resolve - and an unfortunate lack of honesty - she took her captivating, cold-blue eyes off her test and looked up to see what Mr. Mitchell was doing. And smiling happily, she saw that he was reading a magazine. She then panned the classroom, and she saw that all of her classmates were paying attention to their test. And with that, she slowly leaned her body slightly to the right - quickly feeling her femininely curved, right bottom cheek press into her chair as she shifted her weight to the right - and cocked her head to the right, directly toward the test paper on Karen Caldwell's desk, then she brushed her light-brown hair out of the way, directed her eyes at Karen's test paper and cautiously began to copy the girl's answers.

Private Detective, by Jay Ellis (February 17, 2017)

Toni cuddled up even closer and Tom's ear. "Do that again and I'II you like me and I do right place and it is this time bit hard on wallop your bottom for you."

She smiled, got off his lap, and waltzed around the room, got behind him and bit him on the other ear. "That does it," he said angrily, grabbing her, pulling her to him and across his lap as she sprawled there helplessly. She tried to resist, but he was too strong for her. It didn't take long to bare her rear. She frantically attempted to escape but all of a sudden the slap came down and she squealed in surprised anger and pain.

Brenda's Desperate Need, by Don Barton (February 14, 2017)

"Well, umm, yes sir," Brenda answered. "See, I know I'm supposed to be behave. It's just that I don't seem to be able to behave, and I think the reason is because I haven't been spanked for a long time. Years ago, when my parents were still giving me spankings, it was like the spanking gave me the power to behave, or at least made me regret misbehaving. But because I haven't been spanked since I was thirteen, I've really changed a lot. And, well, I don't really like who I've become," Brenda told her teacher. "And it's not just that, but I need to feel the security that comes with a spanking... how it showed me that my parents loved me. But since my last spanking was so long ago I guess it makes me wonder if they still love me," she said.

"Well, I can understand how that might bother you, Brenda," Mr. Johnson said, "but I'm sure your parents love you. Like some parents, they've probably just gotten the idea that there's supposed to be some sort of age-limit with spanking, that's all," he told her.

Assistant Means Assistant, by Victoria (February 14, 2017)

Abby smiled at the striped bottom that squirmed under her gaze. Richard was being gotten to this way. She had read some kind of kinky magazine that she had found in a movie seat the week before and it had seemed a very good idea for a way to handle Richard. She thought that it just might get his attention. She had been concerned with ever doing anything with him. The other two managers who had tried to help him had told her that she was wasting her time. However, Abby always liked a challenge but she always wanted to win. She wasn't going to allow Richard to fail. No matter how many times she had to whip his ass.

Bob's Your Uncle, Part Two, by Alan O. (February 10, 2017)

"Let me tell you what I think," Bob spoke in a low level tone now, making Melissa stifle her crying somewhat so she could hear him. "I think that you read my ad and have been wondering about it, maybe doing a certain amount of fantasizing about it, since then. And last night you allowed yourself, maybe almost unconsciously, to get out of control to the point that when you had gotten yourself well and truly into trouble, you called me hoping I'd supply the discipline you so obviously lack on your own. "Which," he went on, as the girl raised her head and looked over at him, "is something I'm entirely prepared to do, because it's obvious to me that you need it. No well brought up young lady would have allowed herself to behave as you did last night and as you said when you called, you've been real bad.

Spanking the Boss, by Taylor Moore (February 10, 2017)

He growled and chewed on one breast, then slapped his hand down on her ass. She cried out, and seemed to move even more feverishly. Again his hand slapped down on her behind. Again she cried out.

He spanked faster and harder, and she kept riding desperately, panting for breath as she bounced atop him. She shuddered then, arching her back, her small breasts thrusting out tautly as her pussy spasmed around his cock. Her eyes closed and she warbled a long, low moan of ecstasy, grinding her behind against his thighs.

Bob's Your Uncle, Part One, by Alan O. (February 6, 2017)

"You know Daddy'll say I deserve a spanking, even though I'm not a little girl anymore, I'm...twenty two," Melissa caught his eye as she faltered a little over this.

Bob almost chuckled at the obvious lie. She might have had identification that made it possible for her to go into a bar and drink herself into this state, but she was no twenty two. Hell, she was the most obvious piece of jailbait he'd had the misfortune to encounter since he couldn't remember when (and he was willing to bet the officers knew it too, but they would be content to see her taken in charge of a responsible citizen they assumed was her uncle). Dammit, what was he getting himself in for? He asked again, before saying, "And you know good and well you'd get a spanking from your dad, don't you? The trouble is, he's not here. I am. And I think it's time I took my responsibilities as your uncle a bit more seriously."

Bottom's Up, a Cowgirl Fantasy, by A.L. Purvis (February 6, 2017)

When Dot whacked her rump with the flat side of a metal yard stick, it cracked like a rifle shot and Nancy bellowed and bucked the table about two feet. "You can't take things that don't belong to you," Dot lectured. Nancy shook and blubbered and the tears dripping off her chin made a puddle on the table. Dot whacked her five more times and admonished her between each whack. Nancy bucked the table all over the back of the store. It was all Karen and I could do to hold her down. She bawled like a branded calf each time the yard stick cracked across her ass. When we let her up, Nancy danced around the store howling like a bitch wolf in heat and rubbing her hips with both hands. I was thinking that if Nancy got caught shop lifting back East a whole army of do_gooders would work on her case for a couple of years and in the end they would have less effect on her future behavior than little Dot did with six strokes of the yard stick. When Nancy stopped waving her bare breasts all around the room, she got back into her baggy old house dress and ran out of the store a changed woman.

Blushing Bride, by Juliette (February 3, 2017)

Soon she was moaning and thrusting slightly against him. It was never like this when her father had spanked her. Sure he was aware of her wetness, she moaned again.

Mark paused for a moment and rested his hand on Taylor’s bare, red bottom. His breathing came in short, shallow gasps. If she kept moving against him like that he would surely lose it. He ran his hand seductively around her skin, slipping his fingers down between her cheeks. He could hear her breathing hard.

“Taylor,” he began as he continued to caress her bare skin. “The spanking would normally be over now. But this one is not. There are two reasons why I’m going to continue. The first is that you disobeyed me when I asked you to come here. I had to get up from the chair to pull you over my lap. I expect in the future you will move when I tell you to.” She nodded, lost in the sensations he had, and was, creating in her bottom.

The Board of Education, by A.B. (February 3, 2017)

“No, I suppose it isn't `rocket science.' But the fact remains that Miss MacNeill knew what she was supposed to be doing and you apparently didn't.'' From the look on Linda's face, she was about to protest indignantly but suddenly thought better of it. ``Not that she succeeded in doing it,'' the principal went on, sinking Fiona's suddenly rising hope of getting off. ``You were both responsible for preventing anyone in a drugged or drunken condition from being admitted to the dance, as were those two wretched students at the door. All four of you have failed in your responsibilities, and you will all have to answer for it. I will speak to you two young women in my office at five o'clock Monday afternoon. Is that clear?''

Angie, Sandy and the Shrink, by Jack Kennedy (January 30, 2017)

The last spanking I got wasn't from my father. It was from Bob about a year ago. Bob's parents were shopping and we were using his pool. I had just picked up this bathing suit which is real cute, but slightly smaller than the twenty dollar bill I paid for it. It must have given Bob ideas because he started chasing me around the pool. He almost got me when he pulled me over his lap on the diving board, but I wiggled loose and jumped in the water. As I jumped I felt his hand grab for me and the next thing I knew, I was halfway up the pool and Bob was holding on to the lower half of my bathing suit. He jumped in after me but I reached the other end, and I ran into the den, locking the sliding glass door behind me. I admit I started making faces at him through the glass and I was jumping up and down taunting him. I, guess • he took it as a challenge to his manhood and rose to the occasion...at least part of him did.

A Birthday Spanking, by Alan O. (January 30, 2017)

As the minutes passed, the young woman became increasingly nervous. Absentmindedly, she toyed with the hem of her dress; her belt; her wrist watch - this last a painful reminder, being last year's birthday gift from her mother and father. She became increasingly upset with herself. Several times she slapped her right hand to her forehead and shook her head as if to say, "Oh, no... What did I do!?" Her behavior had been disgraceful, even scandalous; and there was simply no excuse for it. How could her parents ever forgive her? How could she ever forgive herself!? She remembered how disappointed her mother had sounded when she had first called to cancel her visit. But it was the mother who tried to make the daughter feel better. "Don't worry, sweetheart," she had said, "your work comes first. There is absolutely no reason for you to feel guilty about this." From that moment Peggy felt like a cruel ingrate, and now she had to live with the lie that would not go away.

The Advantages of Being Rich, Part Two, by B.C. & Wife (January 27, 2017)

He sat on the chair. "You will promise anything to save your ass from the whipping that you so richly deserve," he told her, as he took hold of her arm and put her back over his knee. "But you aren't getting out of this whipping. You have needed this for a long time and this afternoon it's time that you finally get what you have coming. I'm going to cover your whole cute ass with very hot welts. You are going to be standing up for a long time, you damn brat." He raised the switch and bent his wrist back as far as it would reach. As he brought it down on that fine round ass he flicked his wrist forward just at the end of the stroke. The flexible switch wrapped around her round ass and drew a thin white line across the bright red surface. The brat screamed and kicked. As the first welt turned dark red and swelled up he lay the next right along side of it. She screamed.

For Whom the Bell Tolls, by Barbie (January 27, 2017)

Sometimes walking up to a spanking was like meeting the end. This was one of those times. Trepidation. Consternation. Anxiety. All those feelings were chasing about in her stomach. Her body was at war. Fearful, frightful imaginings about being spanked were flooding her depths at the same time her mind was floating free and soaring into the high heavens of sensuality. There was a reverence and awe--wonder about the fires of life that a spanking produced in her being. The spanking brought her closer and closer to the life she wanted. It gave her glimpses into her soul. Real and unreal met. Unencumbered freedom and license. There were no words.

The Advantages of Being Rich, Part One, by B.C. & Wife (January 23, 2017)

She soon found that spankings came in all sizes in his house. If he was the slightest unsatisfied with her, he would take up her skirt and give her one very hard slap across her panties while she was standing up. This was by far the most common kind of ass-slapping done by him. She was not the only one who was subject to this form of discipline. In fact, all his servants were women and all were spanked when they displeased him.

The Bandit, by Amie (January 23, 2017)

"Nothing doing, Emily. You need a firm hand and somebody to be strict with you to keep you line. If you had someone to keep tabs on you before, you wouldn't have wreaked havoc with our beepers all spring." And with that the first smack landed, followed quickly by another, then another. Soon his hand was spanking me briskly. I was squealing, kicking and pleading but my cries were all wasted. I could feel his determination in every spank. He continued his scolding at intervals but all I could really focus on was the heat in my bottom. "Are you learning anything? Do you think you'll ever beep me or anyone else again?"

Uncle Arnold, Part Three-The House Call, by Al Purvis (January 20, 2017)

Amelia swallowed enough of her own grief to sympathize with her mother, whom she hated seeing suffer. Amelia ached along with Janet; she know exactly how much that damned plastic brush hurt. She wished Arnold had spanked her mother first. This way Amelia felt she was getting it twice.

When Arnold had thoroughly smitten Janet hip and thigh, and her backside was the same blazing crimson as Amelia's, he helped her up. She mimicked Amelia in every detail. The towel she had had on her head lay in the tub with Amelia's former turban. Her long damp hair hung in front of her face, being blow-dried by her bawling breaths, and her body towel now hung from her wrists across the small of her back. She made no effort to cover her full frontal nudity as she gyrated slowly and gingerly rubbed her red rump. Amelia finally took one hand away from her own sizzling seat and turned her mother, and herself, away from Arnold.

Facing the mirror, Amelia noticed Arnold was looking at their naked bottoms. Amelia also noticed that one of the cotton balls was stuck to the mirror.

Ava Learns to Spell....Definitely, by Papa (January 20, 2017)

My scolding is finally complete. UT...Oh... he is reaching for the paddle. The fact that it was purchased especially for me does not impress me at all. Funny, he thought it would, but the honor is definitely lost on me. The heft is quite evident even from its resting place...on top of my buttocks. I expected he has placed it there for the very purpose of letting me know how efficient an implement it is.

The sudden lifting of its weight signals his intention to begin in earnest. A peak over my shoulder confirms it, the red rubber monster is raised over my extremely vulnerable hindquarters, preparing to strike.

Uncle Arnold, Part Two-The House Mate, by Al Purvis (January 16, 2017)

Since that humiliating hairbrush day, the only mention of someone getting a spanking was at Amelia's nineteenth birthday party. Arnold and Janet stopped by the family room on their way to dinner and found Amelia and her friends having a good time. Janet asked, "So who is going to spank the birthday girl?" "Mo-ther," Amelia gasped. Arnold interceded, "Come on Janet, Amelia's much too old for a spanking." Amelia energetically agreed. Janet decided not to disagree when she felt Arnold's powerful hand grip her upper arm and she remembered her own birthday was coming up in less than a month. Arnold had already demonstrated that what's sauce for the gosling is sauce for the goose.

Ava Gets a Licking, by Ida (January 16, 2017)

He waited until she had regained a measure of control before speaking. "As I didn't warn you beforehand I am going to overlook this breech of procedures. I am being generous, Ava,you know perfectly well that leaving a prescribed position negates the spank. If you leave the position again the stroke won't count. Ava, pick up the pillow and return to where you belong and get yourself back over that stool."

Uncle Arnold, Part One-The House Guest, by Al Purvis (January 13, 2017)

Then, on a Saturday, things took a turn for the worse. Arnold returned from a shopping trip, parked the car at the curb, and heard his hostesses berating at each other as soon as he got out of the car. He couldn't make out what they were yelling about, but he heard "BY GOD" several times and knew that voice must be Janet's. The other voice, obviously Amelia's, was punctuated with the word "BITCH!" He followed the shouting to the master bedroom and as he approached the open bedroom door he heard Amelia shriek: "you stupid BITCH!" "That's it," Janet announced in reply. When Arnold reached the door Amelia's tone had changed abruptly and the scene stopped him in his tracks. Janet was sitting on the bed with Amelia over her lap and was tugging down her daughter's shorts and panties.

Authority, by A.B. (January 13, 2017)

Inman nodded. “Then come around here to my right, please, and kneel here.” She hesitated. “Now!” he added sharply. She stepped forward, looking startled but slightly confused. Inman took her wrist gently and guided her until she knelt upright on the sofa cushion to his right, facing him. “All right. Now take down your tights and underpants.” Blushing fiercely, she fumbled under her skirt. “All the way down, to your knees or thereabouts,” he added. Finally she withdrew her hands and let them fall nervously at her sides. “Good. Lie forward, across my knee.” She wouldn’t plead, though her look told him how badly she wanted to. They were always like this when the crisis came. The rollercoaster got to the top of the height, and suddenly they’d give anything to be somewhere else. But the spanking, at this point, was as inevitable as the roaring, dizzying, stomach-churning descent of the rollercoaster.

Jessica, Two: Tiffany, by C. Flint (January 9, 2017)

I felt as foolish sitting in Dr. Lewis' office listening to the MRI report confirming the diagnosis of a torn rotator cuff as I had two days before when I felt my feet slip out from under me on the wet pavement. As visions of surgery danced in my head, I protectively put my left hand on the bicep of my right arm as it hung painfully at my side.

The doctor soothed my fears telling me that, with traumatic injuries, physical therapy was tried first. He made a telephone call and handed me a manila folder and directed me to another doctor. The sign on her door read "West Side Rehabilitation Center," and, in smaller letter, "Jessica Moyer, M.D."

Angie and Trisha, by Dyane (January 9, 2017)

Kyle Donovan headed toward his office. He wondered if Ms Corman was waiting for him. He grimaced in anger. He knew that the test he had given that afternoon hadn’t been that hard and yet he had seen Ms Corman looking at her neighbor’s test and copying the answers. He had even compared the two papers after class. They both had the same answers, both right and wrong. He knew who was at fault. He had seen the other student, Mr. Stevens, give Ms Corman a dirty look when he noticed her looking at his test paper. Kyle had no intention of punishing the innocent, just the guilty.

Jessica: Amber, by C. Flint (January 6, 2017)

Amber sprawled helpless in that embarrassing position. Her arms were fastened behind her back and her spread legs hung limp, the toes of her high-heeled shoes several inches from the floor. Amber's bare mound was pressed hard against my legs. I could feel a wet smear from her juices seep through my bluejeans.

Unsure of what to do I stared down at Amber's naked backside laying submissively over my lap. I looked down at her taut backside and the bright red letters emblazoned across the flesh. It was both an invitation and an instruction; it was almost a demand. Even spread over my lap her bottom seemed small. The white globes were round and hard with a wide crevice between them emphasized by the way her legs were spread. There was a dark ravine between her buttocks that displayed the brown circle of her anus and the shaven lips of her vagina. The flesh was smooth and white as though it had been polished for the occasion; it was not even disfigured by goosebumps. I held Amber in place and looked up at Kenny.

Angie and Trisha, by Dyane (January 6, 2017)

Trisha explained about their spanking games and how it turned them both on. The lady looked thoughtful as she called her partner to bring Alex back into the apartment. Trisha immediately went over to Alex, who put his arm around her shoulders and asked her if she was ok. Trisha put her arm around his waist and said she was fine. She looked up at him and said that she had deserved it.

They assured the officers that there was not going to be any more yelling that night and all was well. The officers left, saying that if Trisha changed her mind, she could still press charges.

Alaskan Sanking Survey, by Bluebeard (January 2, 2017)

I'm a 36-year-old female school teacher in an all-girl, all-grades Alaskan rural school. As you might expect, many things here are different than in the lower 48 states and one of them is the continued widespread use of spanking. Before I go any further, I guess I should reveal my personal bias. I'm a longtime spanking enthusiast. I believe in the old fashioned, "bottoms up" treatment for naughty girls and misbehaving women (myself included) and also when used for sexual foreplay (me again).

I have always been interested in the spanking experiences of friends and strangers, and find that many others share this fascination. Last winter, to pass the many dreary, sunless days -- and with assistance from a small tape recorder -- I conducted a formal "spanking survey" among a number of adult women and female students -- and I think you'll find the answers of great interest.

The Agreement, Part Two, by Uncle George (January 2, 2017)

My relationship with Jane, my wife of ten years is based on the firm and positive belief held by both of us, that within the structure of our marriage one person has to be responsible for giving the orders, and making the decisions. By mutual agreement, that person is me. My wife, Jane, carries out the orders, and assists by giving valuable input into the decision making process. I set the standards for her behavior and when she falls short of what is expected of her, for any reason, then I have the right to apply my hand, a paddle, or a strap to her bare behind. I have done this literally hundreds of times over the years, and neither Jane nor I would change it. Our lives are exactly the way we want them to be. We have three kids and when one of them earns it, they are treated to a session, pants down, and bare bum turned over mommy's knee. Usually dad sits and watches the proceedings. They do not know about mommy getting spanked by daddy, since when it happens, it takes place in the sound-proofed confines of daddy's den in the basement.

 
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